Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Chapter 508: Jun Xiaoyao is invincible in the holy realm, and one person picks three immortal forces...

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Jun Xiaoyao said a word, the world is quiet, the world is dead.

The whole roaring battlefield seemed to be pulled away from all the sounds at this moment, and the needles dropped silently.

What did they hear?

Jun Xiaoyao alone, wants to defeat the three immortal forces?

Everyone thought that they had auditory hallucinations.

Otherwise, the king's **** is crazy.

Everyone sees the current situation.

The Jun family was able to resist the four great Primordial powers, but it was difficult to separate more powers to deal with the three immortal forces.

"My Lord God..."

The princess, the arrogant daughter of many forces who watched the battle on the periphery, also sweated deeply for Jun Xiaoyao.

The princess Dashang and other admirers prayed for Jun Xiaoyao in their hearts.

At this moment, almost all of the eyes of the entire Wild Heaven and Immortal Realm were on Jun Xiaoyao's side.

Even the great ancestor battle above the starry sky is not as exciting as Jun Xiaoyao alone can stand the three immortal forces alone.

Everyone wanted to know whether Jun Xiaoyao was really crazy, or what to rely on.

Hearing what Jun Xiaoyao said, even Wang Yuanba thought he had heard it wrong.

Wang Yuanba said in a cold voice: "You kid, are you crazy?"

Jun Xiaoyao turned his gaze to Wang Yuanba faintly, and said, "Wang Teng, I killed him."

When this word fell, Wang Yuanba's body was shaken, and a terrifying killing intent that could make the world look bad erupted.

Ordinary sages, under this astonishing killing intent, their whole body will be limp, and the heart will collapse.

But Jun Xiaoyao, standing with his hand held hands, looked faint, and Taishan collapsed in front of him.

"Little naughty animal, you are looking for death!" Between Wang Yuanba's hands, he was about to suppress Xiang Jun Xiaoyao with a palm.

However, within the magic weapon of Jun Xiaoyao's space, a talisman lit up, which was exactly the talisman of Jun Wuhui.

The vast light surging like a tide.

Vaguely, a vague figure standing on nine heavens and ten places emerged, pointing out.

Puff!

Wang Yuanba's whole body flew out, the blood in his mouth vomited wildly, and a big **** hole was directly pierced through his shoulder.

"Well... That figure is..."

"The White God King has no regrets!"

There were countless inhalations from all directions, and many people got goose bumps.

"No wonder the son of the Jun family has no fear, and the front of the army formation doesn't change color. It turns out that there is an amulet bestowed by the king in white."

"With this amulet, it is really impossible to kill the son of the Jun family in a second."

"You!" Wang Yuanba wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, his expression even more furious.

At the same time, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

The name of the White-clothed God King has long been spread throughout the entire deserted fairyland.

Even if for some reason, Jun Wuhui was unable to participate in this immortal battle, it did not mean that his deterrence was gone.

"Boy, is this what you rely on? If it's just like this, then you are indeed naive." On the side of the Saint, the master of the Saint was indifferent.

He sits high on the golden throne, like a supreme **** worshipped by the spirits.

Although Wang Jun Wugui is strong in white clothes, it is just a talisman after all.

When the energy is used up, it is useless.

Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao hoped that with a piece of amulet, he could clamor in front of their three immortal forces, which indeed seemed a bit naive and ridiculous.

"The son of God just wants to say that the three major immortal forces of you are all rubbish. What else can you do besides bullying the small with the big."

"The younger generation, no one is the opponent of the Son of God. Now, the Son of God is standing here. Can a saint of your three powers kill the Son of God?"

Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves, his tone indifferent and disdainful.

By this, he directly stepped on the minefield of the three major forces.

Wang Yuanba's face was fierce, and Jun Xiaoyao was just dancing on the tip of a knife.

But... this is really impossible to refute, because it is true.

The face of the holy leader also sinks slightly.

The holy godson and the holy woman Meihu died tragically in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.

As for the Fallen Temple, it is even more murderous.

The fallen **** son, the dark **** son, and the dark **** prince, all died in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.

He almost cut off the younger generation of Fallen Temple.

"This person is too arrogant, let me kill him!"

In the royal team, a middle-aged saint couldn't help but step out.

He is also a well-known genius in the Wang family. It took eight hundred years to achieve the realm of a saint.

Even though the eight hundred years is very long, it is already very young for the realm of Saints.

Of course, compared with Jun Xiaoyao, the eighteen-year-old saint, he wasn't even a fart.

"Boy, I'll kill you!"

The sage of the Wang family gave a cold cry, sacrificed a heavenly sword, and swept towards Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao has no fear in dealing with saints of the same rank.

He urged the power of one hundred thousand idols, and the true body of the ancient idols appeared.

Jun Xiaoyao pressed down with a palm, and the true body of the Primordial Idol was crushed down in the air, and the void shattered like a paper.

The royal sage looked terrified and didn't even have a chance to struggle. He directly exploded physically and was shocked into a cloud of blood, and even the soul was shattered.

"That's it?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly.

Is this too embarrassing to come out to make a battle?

"Boy, don't be mad!"

The second king's saint made another shot, and the result was still only three rounds before being beheaded by Jun Xiaoyao.

The corners of Wang Yuanba's eyes twitched.

He didn't feel sorry for the saint's fall, but was angry.

Looking at the sages of his royal family~www.mtlnovel.com~, none of them can deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

"let me do it!"

There was also a saint on the saint’s side.

He recites the scriptures, and golden ancient characters emerge one by one, like golden mountains, oppressing Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent, and between his fingers, the sword aura of the Immortal Sword Art of Slaughter burst out, as if he could cut all the stars beyond the sky.

Those golden ancient characters were all smashed by sword energy.

Jun Xiaoyao walked in the air, flashed in front of the saint of the sacred religion, and smashed it with a punch!

The void shattered and the space turbulent flowed.

That saint, his body and soul were annihilated at the same time, and he was sucked into the turbulence of the dark space.

The saints of the three immortal forces present were all shivered, with furry behind their backs, and never expected that Jun Xiaoyao would be so strong.

"It deserves to be a sage who has survived a comparable supreme calamity..." The many forces who looked at Huangzhou's appearance all sighed in their hearts.

Jun Xiaoyao is simply an invincible saint.

If such a fierce man walks on the path of God, how can there be other talents?

"Why, are the three big forces no one?"

Looking at the fearful eyes, Jun Xiaoyao held one hand behind him.

Xinshou killed several saints, his white clothes were still spotless, with a faint smile on his mouth.

But the more so, the more fearful it is.

Seeing that the eyes of the saints of the three major forces showed extreme panic and jealousy, Jun Xiaoyao sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Well, this son of God takes a step back, the three major forces, any saint can take action, this son of God will never rely on external forces."

Jun Xiaoyao's voice fell, everyone's breathing stopped, and their hearts seemed to miss a beat.

Jun Xiaoyao, this is to single out all the saints of the three immortal forces! ?