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

Chapter 318 Follower of the Ten Little Kings, the Rotten Bone Sparrow, a Vicious Beast with the Bloodline of Nine Infants
This creature is similar to a human race, except that it has a pair of rotten wings on its back.

He was filled with a thick dead air, and there was a smell of rotting corpses, which made people sick.

But this place is full of buried creatures, so I don't feel any discomfort.

They looked at the creature with astonishment on their faces.

"It's Que Tian, ​​he is the young and supreme follower of the Fallen Feather Clan."

"It's really Que Tian, ​​he even came to compete for the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit."

"There is nothing to argue about, he can definitely beat the crowd."

Seeing this creature named Que Tian, ​​the surrounding Iron Bone Clan and the young masters of the Green Ghost Clan all looked unhappy.

This Quetian has a lot of origins.

"This time I came here only for the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit, but I didn't expect to meet an outside creature. The little master definitely likes this kind of blood food." Que Tian said coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows, but he didn't get angry.

Because in his eyes, Que Tian is already a dead person.

"He is..." Jun Xiaoyao looked at Cang Yue aside.

Cang Yue said with an ugly face: "His name is Que Tian, ​​and his body is a carrion sparrow. His strength is enough to rank among the top five among the younger generation in the Netherworld."

"This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he is the young king of the Fallen Feather Clan and a follower of the Son of Fallen Feather."

Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao's expression was flat, and he asked, "Is the Son of Fallen Feather very strong?"

"Very strong, one of the ten little kings." Cang Yue's tone was very dignified.

"Ten little kings?" Jun Xiaoyao heard a new piece of news.

Cang Yue explained: "The so-called ten little kings are the ten most outstanding young kings in the ten realms of the burial earth, and Saint Son of Fallen Feather is the young king of my Netherworld."

"For so many years, there have been many arrogances who wanted to challenge the King of Fallen Feather Son, but they all lost miserably in the end. His king status is unshakable."

Cang Yue's explanation in a few sentences is enough to show how powerful this Son of Fallen Feathers is.

It is definitely the pinnacle of the younger generation of the eternal burial.

Looking at the outside world, that is the top immortal descendant.

"And besides that, the Fallen Feather Clan behind him is also very powerful. The Burial Emperor of the Fallen Feather Clan is also the domain master of my Netherworld."

After some explanation, Jun Xiaoyao understood.

To put it simply, the Fallen Feather Clan is the emperor of the Netherworld.

Any Fallen Feather clansman can walk sideways in the Netherworld, and no one dares to provoke them.

And this Que Tian, ​​although he is not a member of the Fallen Feather clan, but he is a follower of the Fallen Feather Son.

It's no wonder that Cang Yue showed such an ugly and desperate expression.

"Sister..." Cang Xue's face turned even paler.

Obviously, with Que Tian participating, the chances for others to obtain the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit will be greatly reduced.

"It doesn't matter, we still have big brother Gu Chi, he is also the top ten talent in the Netherworld." Cang Yue comforted.

At this moment, Gu Chi's expression was very unnatural.

There was a hint of fear in those eyes.

If he knew that Que Tian would come, then he would never come.

"Gu Chi, you, a defeated general, dare to show yourself to others?" Que Tian turned his gaze to Gu Chi.

For him, Jun Xiaoyao is already in his pocket, and he can harvest it anytime.

"Que Tian, ​​don't speak too harshly." Although Gu Chi was retorting, everyone could tell that he lacked confidence.

Cang Yue's heart also hung up.

Que Tian had no interest in Gu Chi, he looked at Jun Xiaoyao, wondering if it was time to suppress him first.

At this time, in the depths of the basin, there was a stream of yin and yang qi erupting and flowing, and a wave of fluctuation spread.

"Forget it, complete the mission of the young master, first seize the Yin-Yang God Fruit, and then deal with this outsider human race." Que Tian thought.

The rest of the Iron Bone Clan, Green Ghost Clan and other creatures also think the same way.

The yin and yang fruit is the most important.

"The battle for the fruit of the gods has begun." The old man of the Cang family said.

"Brother Gu Chi, please." Cang Yue said.

This time, those who entered the Yin Yang Soul Lake were Cang Yue, Jun Xiaoyao, and Gu Chi.

As for Cang Xue, she is not in good health and cannot participate in the competition, so she can only wait outside.

If she can't get the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit this time, then she won't be able to wait for the next result.

Because Cang Yue didn't know Jun Xiaoyao's true strength, she didn't place her bet on Jun Xiaoyao.

But she knew about Gu Chi's strength, even in the face of Que Tian, ​​she was qualified to resist.

"I... try my best." Gu Chi said with a little guilt.

Compared with the certainty at the beginning, Gu Chi felt very guilty at the moment.

Jun Xiaoyao and others stepped into it with flicking footsteps.

Cang Xue and the others watched the battle outside.

The young masters of the Iron Bone Clan and the Green Ghost Clan also set off.

Gong Minglan and Que Tian also took action.

In the depths of the basin, there is a water pool with a radius of thousands of feet.

The entire pool, like Tai Chi, clearly divides black and white into two areas.

And in the center of the two areas, there is a sacred tree that is hundreds of feet high.

It is the Yin-Yang God Tree.

But at this moment, on the Yin-Yang Divine Tree, fruits entwined with Yin-Yang Qi hung on the branches.

Half of these fruits are black and half are white, they look quite strange, roughly counting, there are about ten of them.

Outside the Yin Yang Soul Pool, figures appeared one after another.

When those burial arrogances saw the yin-yang fruit on the yin-yang tree, their eyes flashed with brilliance.

The yin and yang fruit has the effect of transforming the opportunity of life and death against the sky.

For the buried souls, this is an irresistible temptation.

"The feast of the ten kings is about to begin. The young master needs to use the yin and yang fruit to transform again and reach a higher level. All the yin and yang fruits must be brought back." Que Tian thought in his heart.

His family's young master, Son of Fallen Feather, is the number one arrogance in the Netherworld.

But looking at the Tianjiao at the level of the ten little kings, Shengzi Fallen Feather is not outstanding, and did not rank among the top five.

Saint Son of Fallen Feather valued this feast of ten kings very much, and he also wanted to improve his ranking.

Therefore, the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit is even more important.

On the other side, the young Tianjiao of the Iron Bone Clan and the Green Ghost Clan also came to the Yin-Yang Soul Pool.

But they didn't enter rashly, because this Yin-Yang soul pool is not that simple.

Jun Xiaoyao and others also arrived.

Looking at the yin-yang fruit on the yin-yang tree, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

The Yin-Yang Divine Fruit is indeed somewhat extraordinary. Although it is not an elixir, it is not too bad.

Especially the special effects of the Yin-Yang Divine Fruit, even some undead medicines can't compare.

"Let's do it." Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward without hesitation.

He was very fast, and he flew into the Yin-Yang Soul Pool in a flash.

"My lord, wait!" Cang Yue's complexion changed.

Before she had time to say it, Jun Xiaoyao rushed out.

And at this moment, the Yin-Yang Soul Pool seemed to be boiling.

Accompanied by the sound of clattering, a terrifying beast with nine heads popped out of it.

This ferocious beast, clad in scale armor, has nine heads, looks like a snake's head and a dragon's head, looks extremely hideous and terrifying.

Moreover, the colors of the nine heads are all different.

"This is... the ancient beast, Jiuying?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at the beast in front of him, his eyes flashed.

"No, it's not pure blood, but just a trace of Jiuying's blood." Jun Xiaoyao thought.

The real Nine Infants of the ancient fierce beasts, the existence that can kill real dragons, rushed in a group.

The fierce beast in front of him only had a trace of Jiuying's blood at most.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao still standing where he was, the buried creatures around him all sneered.

"Is this outsider human race scared stupid?"

"Yeah, doesn't he think about it, why don't we just rush in?"

These burial creatures thought that Jun Xiaoyao was extremely reckless.

"What a joke." Gu Chi also sneered.

Only Cang Yue, as well as Cang Xue and the others who were watching outside, their pretty faces changed color.

"Get out of the way!" Cang Yue shouted loudly.

However it was too late.

That fierce beast, which was shaped like a nine-infant, had nine heads with open mouths.

Flame, cold water, poisonous gas, magic thunder, all kinds of energy spewed out from its nine heads.

The area where Jun Xiaoyao was was instantly engulfed by various terrifying energies.

Seeing this scene, all the burial creatures present shook their heads.

With this level of attack, even if it was the Son of Fallen Feather, it would probably take off a layer of skin.

Let alone an outsider race.

They thought that Jun Xiaoyao was dead.

(End of this chapter)