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

Chapter 859: Ten princes of the Golden Crow once again tragedy, the mysterious seed-level...

The whole world of the God Ruins was turbulent, and the sound of killing and slashing shook the world.

This can be seen as a small frontier battlefield.

The scale may not be the largest, but the cruelty is no less than the real war between the two worlds.

However, in general, the alien has the upper hand.

After all, they live in a special environment, and their folk customs are quite tough.

At the same level, one person can fight against several people in the fairyland.

The higher the race level, the stronger the strength.

And one more thing, the world of God Ruins is currently open.

In other words, the two sides will continue to send people into it.

Until it finally produces a result.

Otherwise, the gods will be completely unblocked, breaking the entire world of the gods.

Either Xianyu completely sealed or eliminated the gods and completely solved the hidden danger.

Before that, the war will not stop.

At this time, outside the world of God Ruins, the border land.

A young figure came here.

The chaotic aura that it exudes even made some guardian elders cast their surprised eyes.

"Hi, that's... the breath of a chaotic body, how can it be?"

"Isn't the most famous one buried in the chaos by a certain supreme being? It should have not been born yet."

"No, although it has the aura of a chaotic body, it is far weaker than a chaotic body. It is... an acquired chaotic body."

"It turned out to be the one from the Sun God Mountain, he actually succeeded?"

From time to time in the border area, there are some surprises and comments from the elders.

Chaos body, as the strongest physique between heaven and earth.

As long as they are born, they will all sweep the world and dominate the existence of an era.

Rumor has it that Qingdi, although not a chaotic body, has almost the same ability as a chaotic body.

Because it is a green lotus bred by the essence of chaos.

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In the end, Qingdi became the mythical emperor.

This shows how terrifying the achievements of Chaos Body will be.

However, in the contemporary era, there was no news that the Chaos Body was born.

But it is rumored that there is a certain chaos body seed, which is sealed by the supreme existence in the chaos.

It is likely to be born in this most brilliant era.

It is precisely because of this that many people believe that Jun Xiaoyao is only temporarily invincible for the younger generation.

Not to mention other seeds, the birth of the chaotic body alone is enough to push the contemporary.

If there is only the ancient sacramental body, it is not easy to fight against the chaotic body.

Even with the supreme bone, it is hard to say.

"The acquired chaotic body is still inferior to the real chaotic body, but it is also very strong, but how do you feel that there is a faint breath of death?"

Some border elders looked suspiciously at the tenth prince of the Golden Crow.

The tenth prince of the Golden Crow, his aura was much stronger than before.

But in the breath, there is a faint life of breath, which is puzzling.

Naturally, they didn't know what method was used by the Ten Golden Crow Prince to train into this acquired chaotic body.

At this moment, the ten princes of the Golden Crow also came outside the giant green lotus.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

That is not fear.

But excitement!

The excitement of finally getting revenge!

"Jun Xiaoyao, wait, the prince will find you soon, but he won't kill you so quickly."

"The prince wants to let all people related to you die in front of you."

"Your pain is tens of thousands of times more than this prince!"

The tenth prince of the Golden Crow had a pair of gold and silver pupils, bursting out bitter hatred.

He doesn't care about the overall situation of the fairyland and the foreign land.

He just wanted to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

Just when the tenth prince of the Golden Crow stood in front of the world of Shenxu, when he wanted to express his feelings.

A vast breath suddenly rose from a distance.

A bridge of avenues, branded with various mysterious runes, and the marks of heaven and earth, suddenly stretched from a distance.

A figure stepped on the bridge of the avenue.

It seems to be far away, but the next moment, it is close again.

That figure shrouded Shenhua and couldn't really see it.

Vaguely, there is even a faint breath of time permeating.

It seems to be a character from the past to the present.

The breath of his body is quasi-supreme, just in line with the criteria for entering the world of the gods.

But it makes people feel that this figure is not like the deity.

"Which old antique is this person?"

Rao was the tenth prince of the Golden Crow, and he was a little stunned.

He didn't notice that he was just in front of the path of the figure.

With an indifferent gaze, he glanced at the tenth prince Jinwu, and then retracted it.

"Inferior chaotic body, don't get in the way."

The figure faintly brushed his hand.

boom!

The tenth prince of the Golden Crow was directly shocked, and the blood in his chest was tumbling, unable to restrain his mouth, and spit out blood.

His expression was extremely shocked and shocked.

Shocked, it wasn't just the figure's cultivation base.

Instead, he vaguely saw a very young and fuzzy face in just a glimpse of the shocking sight.

This figure, if it weren't for the rejuvenation of the old monster.

Then it is definitely a young person.

But how can a young person have such a terrifying strength?

Almost in an instant, a word appeared in the mind of the Tenth Prince Golden Crow.

Seed Tianjiao!

In addition, there is a faint breath of time permeating his whole body.

There is no doubt that this is a seed buried in ancient history revived and headed to the world of the gods.

Not only the ten princes of the Golden Uganda, but also some of the elders who were sitting in front of the border were extremely surprised.

"Hey, it's really a seed, but it's just a clone. It seems that the deity has not yet been completely born."

"A clone has a quasi-supreme cultivation base. These seeds buried in the era are really terrifying."

"Although they are young, they are only relative. To say nothing, they are all hundreds of years old."

"Of course, with those of us who have been practicing for tens of thousands of years before reaching the supreme level, there are still too many enchantments."

The monks have a long life span. A few hundred years old can only be counted as young people, and they belong to the younger generation.

Like Jun Xiaoyao, who has cultivated to the great sage in his twenties, that is a monster, even the seed-level Tianjiao can't compare.

"The era of seed germination has arrived. I wonder if Xiaoyao can hold the ground?" Fourth Master Scar also sighed.

The buried seeds began to germinate.

Of course, the first thing to happen is Liwei.

Li Wei's best method is to find the strongest young talents of the time to fight.

And Jun Xiaoyao is almost recognized as the first person in the younger generation.

He will naturally receive the greatest impact and test.

That seed-level figure shrouded in blurry brilliance, directly entered the world of the gods.

The ten princes of the Golden Crow were left with shock and unwillingness.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling that Dao Xin was about to crack.

I just thought I could defeat Jun Xiaoyao and become the first person in the contemporary young generation.

As a result, the seed-level Tianjiao jumped out and injured him with a wave of his hand.

More than a tragic word.

"What kind of identity is that seed-level Tianjiao, and where does it come from?" The tenth Prince Golden Crow looked gloomy.

"Forget it, revenge is the main thing. After dealing with Jun Xiaoyao and cultivating for some time, this prince will not be worse than these seed-level Tianjiao!"

That seed-level Tianjiao dare to say that he is an inferior chaotic body.

The tenth prince of the Golden Crow had already written down this grudge.