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

What position does the Fallen Feather Clan have in the Yin-Ning Realm, it is natural to say no more.

That is the earth emperor of the underworld.

The burial emperor of the Fallen Feather Clan is the domain master of the Yin Ming Domain, the ruler of the high above.

It can be said that there are hardly any forces in the Yin and Nether Realm that dare to provoke the Fallen Feather Clan.

But Jun Xiaoyao did just that.

And he is not a force, just alone.

Even, he is not buried alive, but a foreigner.

Jun Xiaoyao's attitude made the burial creatures feel like an ant walking into the dragon's territory and letting the dragon lead him to death.

This is incredible.

"This alien race is either out of mind or has great confidence."

"Confidence, what kind of confidence does he have? Even if he is the descendant of the immortal forces of the Immortal Domain, he is similar to the Fallen Feather Clan, but now, he is on the Fallen Feather Clan's territory."

The buried creatures around Baiwangcheng are all discussing fiercely.

But the only recognized one is.

Jun Xiaoyao is definitely the top talent in the outside world, and he may have come to bury the ground and smash the place.

As for how strong Jun Xiaoyao is, everyone still doesn't have a clue.

"You said, can he compare to the Fallen Feather Son?"

"I don't know, but at least it should be able to compete with the Fallen Feather Son."

Jun Xiaoyao glanced around, those buried creatures who met his gaze, all subconsciously avoided.

Unconsciously, Jun Xiaoyao seems to have begun to establish his own prestige.

"Could it be that I will sweep the burial ground after the younger generation is invincible in the Wild Heaven Immortal Territory, that would be too boring." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly thought.

He doesn't like the feeling of invincibility very much now.

Invincible is really lonely.

He needs some real opponents to raise his interest.

Jun Xiaoyao came to the burial ground for another reason besides helping Jiang Daoxu find the Jiu Miao Samsara Immortal Grass.

I just want to see the strength of Burial Earth Tianjiao.

Now it seems that he is still a little disappointed.

Apart from the fact that the realm is slightly higher than that of Immortal Realm Tianjiao, there is actually no difference.

"Saint Son of Fallen Feather, I hope you can bring me some fun." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

"Young master is so handsome, sister, Xiaoxue seems to like him a little, what should I do?"

Below, Cang Xue raised her small head and looked at Jun Xiaoyao who was standing on the sky, her eyes were full of splendor and stars.

Jun Xiaoyao's appearance is top-notch, her origin is mysterious, and her strength is still so powerful, and she also gave her three yin and yang fruits, which saved her life.

This is simply the template of a domineering president and a prince charming. Would that girl not love it?

"It's not just that you like it." Cang Yue gave a wry smile, and there was inevitably a glint in her eyes.

"Sister, Xiaoxue doesn't mind sharing with you, why don't we two sisters serve the son together?" Cang Xue said in a surprising voice.

"Hey, this isn't our problem, it's simply impossible." Cang Yue patted Cang Xue's head.

She looked a little deeper than Cang Xue.

A top talent like Jun Xiaoyao must have a shocking origin and an extraordinary status.

How could the two sisters be able to possess it.

Besides, they are still buried alive, and it is even more impossible for them to be favored by Jun Xiaoyao.

From beginning to end, they were just passersby.

Hearing Cang Yue's sigh, Cang Xue was also a little disappointed.

Compared with them, the Patriarch of the Cang Family and others were more worried about what to do if the Fallen Feather Clan attacked.

"Patriarch of the Cang family, your choice is very wise." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were deep, and he glanced at the Patriarch of the Cang family.

The Patriarch of the Cang Family groaned in his heart, as if he had been seen through by the Human Race boy in front of him.

"This son has long expected that our Cang family might capture him and dedicate it to the Fallen Feather Clan, but he still has no scruples.

He sighed only now how wise the ancestor's choice was.

And Jun Xiaoyao had indeed expected that the Cang family might attack him out of fear of the fallen feather clan.

If such a thing really happened, Jun Xiaoyao would naturally not be soft-hearted.

But what surprised Jun Xiaoyao was that the Cang family could not help but not take action against him.

"It seems that there are smart people in the Cang family." Jun Xiaoyao said in his heart.

The Patriarch of the Cang Family looked slightly embarrassed. After all, Jun Xiaoyao had already seen through their previous thoughts.

However, the Patriarch of the Cang Family still advised: "Little friend, you have to think carefully. You are facing the Fallen Feather Clan. The forces behind you may be very strong, but this is the burial ground."

The meaning of the Cang Family Patriarch's words is.

No matter how strong the power behind Jun Xiaoyao is, the emperor is far away from the sky, and his hand cannot reach the burial ground of the ages.

"This will not worry the Patriarch, it won't affect the Cang Family anyway." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

"What are you talking about, little friend?" The Cang family's patriarch smiled awkwardly.

Afterwards, Jun Xiaoyao returned to his residence again and waited for the arrival of the Fallen Feather Son.

On the other side, Snake Princess, who fled in a hurry, also returned to the location of the Fallen Feather Clan.

The resident of the Fallen Feather Clan, the only Yin and Nether Realm is the most central, and the sphere of influence radiates the entire Yin and Nether Realm.

At this moment, in the Fallen Feather Clan's residence, there is a mountain ridge filled with black mist.

In the mountain ridge, a figure sat cross-legged on the endless dead bones, using the spirit of death and resentment as the nourishment for cultivation.

It was a handsome young man with pale skin.

Wearing a black feather coat, with a pair of gray wings on the back, there is an aura of death.

This young man is the strongest genius of the Fallen Feather Clan, and one of the ten little kings, the Fallen Feather Son!

"The feast of the ten kings is about to start. I must get the yin and yang fruit, and turn my death into vitality."

"Lang Huan, the ninth princess of the Demon Kingdom of Asura, this Holy Son must conquer you!" Fallen Feather Holy Son's eyes burst out with a very aggressive possessiveness.

The Asura Demon Kingdom is a top burial force with a strong foundation of the fallen feather clan, located in the Asura region.

And the nine princesses, Lang Huan, are the strongest daughter of the Asura Demon Kingdom, and one of the most beautiful women in the ten regions of the burial grounds of all ages.

Not only that, but her strength is also extremely terrifying, ranking second among the ten little kings, second only to the one in the Pluto Palace, the incomplete ancient hegemony who crawled out of the abyss.

When he thought of the incomplete ancient hegemony, Saint Son Fallen Feather rarely showed a trace of fear in his eyes.

"That ancient incomplete hegemonic body is really strong enough to be perverted. It is rumored that it is comparable to the top physique of the human race, the ancient holy body." Fallen Feather Saint Son murmured.

Heavenly Tyrant Body and Desolate Ancient Saint Body have been opposites since ancient times, and there are always people who want to compare them.

And the Heavenly Overlord in the Pluto Palace, although it is incomplete, his strength is still strong enough to defy the sky, and he firmly occupies the first position of the ten little kings.

The Fallen Feather Son naturally didn't want to challenge the ancient hegemonic body.

He just wanted to catch up with Lang Huan, the ninth princess of the Devil Kingdom.

Just as Fallen Feather was thinking in his heart.

A hurried figure swept in from afar, and it was the Snake Fairy who fled.

"My lord, it's not good." She Ji's face was pale and trembling, as if she had seen some kind of horror, and panic remained in her pupils.

"Why are you back alone, where are the Black Winged Demon Leopards, and the outsiders who don't have long eyes?" Holy Son Fallen Feather frowned slightly.

"They are all dead, and... that outsider human race, let... let..." She Ji was hesitant.

"Let what?" Falling Yu Shengzi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect the other two followers to fall.

"He asked the Lord to go up to you, go and kneel in front of him, and kill him when you stop." She Ji trembled and said timidly.

The voice fell, and the aura of the Fallen Feather Son exploded, spreading his wings, setting off a monstrous storm.

"That human race is courting death!" Fallen Feather Saint Son said coldly.