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

Chapter 343 Still strong and domineering, killing ten Xiaowang-level Tianjiao

He had hoped before, thinking that it might be Jun Xiaoyao who conquered Langhuan by force.

Looking at it now, it was indeed Lang Huan who took the initiative.

He pursued for a long time, and he didn't even touch a single finger of Langhuan.

Now Lang Huan took the initiative to stick to another man.

In other words, no one can bear it, and the mentality will explode.

"Outsiders, you are courting death!" Mo Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to do it himself.

"Wait a minute." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Why, now you know how to be afraid?"

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Mo Ling showed a cold expression on his face.

Some buried creatures around looked at Jun Xiaoyao suspiciously.

The Lord who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is he afraid now?
Jun Xiaoyao didn't care, instead he turned his head and asked Langhuan, "If you win at the ten kings feast, can you enter the funeral world?"

"Well, for this feast of the ten kings, the top ranked people can enter the funeral world first, because the gap in the space is small and unstable, so the number of places is limited." Lang Huan said.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

That way it's easy.

It is enough to sweep away all enemies and then enter the funeral world.

He looked at Mo Ling and said calmly, "It's too easy to deal with you alone, and it's a waste of time."

Jun Xiaoyao's words made Mo Ling's snake eyes shoot cold light.

However, before he could refute, Jun Xiaoyao's next words made all the buried souls in the entire Buried Soul Mountain dumbfounded.

"Today, my Son of God is here to challenge ten little kings!"

"Wait, let's get on it!"

Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves with a detached demeanor.

The aura of the Great Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm surged out wildly, and the surging energy and blood no longer concealed, and burst out directly!

It's like a god king leaving the customs, like an ancient god coming to this world!
Many young burial creatures with weaker cultivation bases were directly knocked down to the ground, their faces pale as paper.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment is too violent, like an ancient god elephant, shaking the sky and shaking the earth, roaring down the stars!
"you……"

Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Jiu Youxie and other ten little kings all had stern expressions on their expressions.

What are the ten little kings, the most outstanding sons of heaven who have been buried in the ten domains through the ages.

And Jun Xiaoyao, just an outsider, dared to speak so wildly, challenging them all by himself.

This is no longer rampant, but naked contempt!

Jun Xiaoyao regards them as ants and ignores them at all!

All the burial arrogance present at the scene were all sluggish.

Only Lang Huan, who was very careful, noticed Jun Xiaoyao's claim.

"Calling himself the Son of God, it seems that he is not only the arrogance of the Jun family, but also the Son of God with the most core status."

Lang Huan understood what the Son of God represented.

Even in the Huanggu aristocratic family with a strong heritage, the Son of God is an absolute core figure.

Jun Xiaoyao's status is more noble than she imagined!
"Unfortunately, this little piece of fresh meat can be seen but not eaten." Lang Huan was a little annoyed.

At first, she thought that her status as the ninth princess of the Demon Kingdom was more than enough for Jun Xiaoyao.

Looking at it now, maybe she was really the one who made the move.

"Outside human race, you are too presumptuous, this is the burial ground, not a place where you are rampant!"

The arrogant king of the eight-armed spider demon tribe spoke.

He was covered in pitch black, with four pairs of eyes on his face and eight arms on his body. Rather than a humanoid creature, he looked more like a humanoid monster.

However, his aura is very strong, and his cultivation base is slightly perfect at the Divine Fire Realm.

But coupled with the racial innate ability of the eight-armed spider demon clan itself, his strength is enough to rival the Tianjiao of the Great Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.

"Die!"

Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon clan made a move. He opened his mouth and spat out a silver thread, which wound around Jun Xiaoyao.

At the same time, the eight arms blasted out together, and the black evil spirit surged, turning into a seal.

This is a great supernatural power of the eight-armed spider demon clan, the eight-armed spider demon seal.

The silver filament wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao, but Jun Xiaoyao stood still.

"Are you stupid?"

Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon clan just smiled when he saw it in horror.

The silver thread he spit out disappeared into the void directly.

At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao's footsteps flicked, and he took the initiative to dodge to Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon clan.

The next moment, Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon clan noticed it in horror.

His Eight Spider Demon Mark completely disappeared, as if dissolved by an invisible force.

"How is it possible, you...!" Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon tribe was full of shock.

Although he had heard it before, Jun Xiaoyao possessed a strange magic immunity.

But he thought it was some kind of magical method.

In the end, I didn't expect that it was so weird that all mana could be eliminated without taking the initiative to sacrifice.

This is too weird, too unexpected.

It's not waiting for Tianjiao, the eight-armed spider demon spider, to recover from the shock.

Jun Xiaoyao's palm print has already been sealed.

No supernatural powers, no mana.

It was just a simple slap, carrying tens of billions of catties of physical and divine power, and bombarded the chest of Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon clan.

Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon clan hurriedly resisted, and eight sharp and strong spears broke out from the spine on his back, protecting him in front of him.

This is the innate supernatural power of the eight-armed spider demon clan, the eight-spider spear.

The result is.

Crack!

The Eight Spider God Lance was shattered by a single palm, and Jun Xiaoyao's palm continued unabated, hitting the eight-armed spider demon Tianjiao's chest heavily.

Then...

There was a bang.

The blood mist exploded all over the sky.

The pride of the eight-armed spider demon clan has fallen!

The entire Buried Soul Mountain can be heard quietly.

All the buried creatures watching the battle had their eyes popped out, and their scalps were numb, as if their heads were going to explode.

One of the ten little kings was instantly killed just like that?
All living beings feel like a dream.

This is so unreal.

That is the strongest Tianjiao in the domain, with extraordinary strength, he stood out from thousands of young Tianjiao and became one of the ten little kings.

But now, he couldn't resist Jun Xiaoyao's move!
This kind of decisive instant kill is so shocking that it makes people feel numb all over.

"You..." Some of the powerful eight-armed spider demons who came to watch the battle were stunned for a moment, and then filled with endless anger.

They couldn't bear it, and they were about to make a move.

However, he met Jun Xiaoyao's cold eyes.

In an instant, as if a basin of cold water had been poured down, the powerhouse of the eight-armed spider demon clan instantly woke up.

They remembered that Jun Xiaoyao still had three terrifying puppets of the Great Sacred Realm, the Tu Shen Puppet.

If Jun Xiaoyao sacrificed it, unless he invited a strong person above the Holy Master in the clan to come, he would not be able to deal with Jun Xiaoyao at all.

Thinking of this, the strong man of the eight-armed spider demon clan still held back and did not make a move.

As for Mo Ling, his face also froze.

Although his strength is stronger than that of the eight-armed spider demon clan Tianjiao, it is really only a little bit.

Jun Xiaoyao can kill Tianjiao of the eight-armed spider demon tribe in one move, and it probably takes only three or two moves to deal with him.

"Why, are you still going to challenge the Son of God alone?" Jun Xiaoyao said calmly with his hands behind his back.

Mo Ling's complexion was as ugly as if he had eaten Xiang.

Jun Xiaoyao seemed to be pouring salt on his wound.

"Hmph, I don't believe it!"

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan snorted coldly, and he decided to make a move.

(End of this chapter)