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

Jun Xiaoyao said a word, the world was silent, and the universe was dead silent.

The entire roaring battlefield seems to have been pulled away from all sounds at this moment, and the quiet needle drop can be heard.

What did they hear?

Jun Xiaoyao alone, want to bring down the three immortal forces?

Everyone thought that they had auditory hallucinations.

Otherwise, the god son of the Jun family is crazy.

The current situation is in everyone's eyes.

The Jun family is able to resist the four great imperial powers, but it is difficult to separate out more power to deal with the three immortal forces.

"Lord God Son..."

The many arrogant women and princesses who watched the battle on the outside also sweated deeply for Jun Xiaoyao.

Admirers such as Princess Dashang prayed for Jun Xiaoyao in their hearts.

At this moment, almost all eyes in the entire Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain are on Jun Xiaoyao's side.

Even the supreme ancestor battle above the starry sky is not as exciting as Jun Xiaoyao alone blocking the three immortal forces at this moment.

Everyone wants to know whether Jun Xiaoyao is really crazy, or is there anything to rely on.

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, even Wang Yuanba thought for a moment that he heard it wrong.

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

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

When these words fell, Wang Yuanba's body shook, and a terrifying killing intent that was enough to change the color of the world erupted.

Ordinary saints, under this astonishing killing intent, will be paralyzed all over, and their Dao heart will collapse.

But Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands behind his back, his expression light, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his expression.

"Little evil beast, you are courting death!" As Wang Yuanba raised his hand, he was about to suppress Xiang Jun Xiaoyao with one palm.

However, in Jun Xiaoyao's space magic weapon, an amulet lit up, which was Jun Wuhui's amulet.

The vast light surged like a tide.

Indistinctly, a vague figure standing in the nine heavens and ten places appeared and pointed out.

puff!

Wang Yuanba's entire body flew upside down, spitting out blood in his mouth, and a large blood-drenched hole was pierced directly in his shoulder.

"Well...that figure is..."

"The king in white has no regrets!"

From all directions, there were countless sounds of inhalation, and many people got goosebumps.

"No wonder the god son of the Jun family has no fear, and the front of the three armies did not change his color. It turned out to be an amulet bestowed by the god king in white."

"With this amulet here, it's really impossible to kill the god son of the Jun family in seconds."

"You!" Wang Yuanba wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression even more angry.

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

The name of the white-clothed god king has long spread throughout the entire barren world.

Even if for some reason, Jun Wuhui was unable to participate in this immortal battle, it did not mean that his deterrent power was no longer there.

"Boy, is this what you rely on? If that's the case, then you are indeed naive." On the side of the Holy Cult, the Holy Cult leader's tone was indifferent.

He sits high on the golden throne, as if he is the supreme god worshipped by all spirits.

Although the white-robed God King Jun Wuhui is strong, it is only a talisman after all.

When the energy in it is used up, it is useless.

Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao expects that with a piece of amulet, he can shout in front of their three immortal forces, which is indeed a bit naive and ridiculous.

"I just want to say that the three immortal forces of yours are all waste. Apart from bullying the small, what else can you do?"

"In the younger generation, no one is the opponent of the son of the god. Now, the son of the god is standing here. Can one of your three major forces kill the son of the god?"

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

These words directly stepped on the minefield of the three major forces.

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

However... this is really impossible to refute, because it is indeed the truth.

The face of the Holy Sect leader also sank slightly.

The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden, Humichu, both died tragically at the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.

As for the Palace of the Fallen Gods, it was even more murderous.

Fallen God Son, Dark God Son, Underworld God Prince, all died at the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.

He almost cut off the younger generation of the Fallen God Palace.

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

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

He is also a well-known genius of the Wang family. It took 800 years of time to achieve the realm of a saint.

Although eight hundred years is a long time, it is already very young for the realm of saints.

Of course, compared to Jun Xiaoyao, an eighteen-year-old saint, he is not even a fart.

"Boy, I'll kill you!"

The sage of the Wang family gave a cold drink, took out a heavenly saber, and swept away at Jun Xiaoyao.

To deal with saints of the same rank, Jun Xiaoyao has no fear at all.

He mobilized the power of one hundred thousand idols, and the real body of the ancient idols manifested.

Jun Xiaoyao slammed down with a palm, and the real body of the ancient idol was rolled down, and the void was shattered like paper.

The sage of the Wang family had a terrified expression on his face, and he didn't even have a chance to struggle. He shattered his body directly, and was shaken into a mass of blood, and even his primordial spirit was shattered.

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

This is also embarrassing to call out?

"Boy, don't be mad!"

The second Wang family sage shot again, but it was still only three rounds away, and he was beheaded by Jun Xiaoyao.

The corners of Wang Yuanba's eyes were twitching.

He is not distressed by the fall of the saint, but angry.

Looking at the saints of his royal family, none of them could deal with Jun Xiaoyao.

"let me!"

On the side of the Holy Church, there are also saints who have taken action.

He recited the scriptures, and golden ancient characters emerged one after another, like golden mountains, suppressing Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent, and between his fingers, the sword qi of the Dao Dao Slaughtering Immortal Sword Art burst out, as if it could slash the outer stars.

The golden ancient characters were all chopped up by the sword energy.

Jun Xiaoyao walked in the air, and instantly flashed in front of the saint of the holy religion, and then slammed down with a punch!

The void is shattered, and the space is turbulent.

That saint, the flesh and the primordial spirit were annihilated at the same time, and was sucked into the turbulent flow of the dark space.

The three saints of the three immortal forces present were all terrified, and their backs were hairy. They never thought that Jun Xiaoyao would be so strong.

"As expected of a saint who has survived a calamity comparable to the Supreme..." The many forces who were watching outside Huangzhou all sighed in their hearts.

Jun Xiaoyao is simply an invincible saint.

Such a fierce man, if he steps on the path of God, how can there be other talents?

"Why, are the three major forces empty?"

Looking at those fearful eyes, Jun Xiaoyao put one hand behind him.

He killed several saints with his own hands, and his white clothes were still spotless, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

But the more it does, the more terrifying it becomes.

Seeing the extreme fear and fear in the eyes of the saints of the three major forces, Jun Xiaoyao sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Let's do this, the Son of God will take a step back. The three major forces, any saint can take action, and the Son of God will never rely on external forces."

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

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