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

Yan Qingying's eyelids trembled and slowly opened.

A figure who was thinking about it day and night appeared in front of him.

She was still dressed in white and stood with her hands behind her back.

Xin's long and thin back, in Yan Qingying's eyes, is a high mountain, unwavering like a belief.

"Master... Young Master..." Yan Qingying's voice trembled slightly, she couldn't believe it, as if she was in a dream.

"It's alright, my son will help you vent your anger." Jun Xiaoyao didn't look back, but said indifferently.

He was a short-handed man.

As long as it is someone related to him, even if he commits a heinous crime, Jun Xiaoyao will protect him to the end.

What's more, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Yan Qingying's killing methods were normal.

Kill, kill, so what?

"Son..."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Yan Qingying's eyes were slightly blurred.

She knew in her heart that although Jun Xiaoyao looked indifferent, she was very cold.

But to the people around him, he is guarding the shortcoming to the end.

This moved Yan Qingying's heart for a while, and her heart was numb.

However, on the other hand, the emotions of Himiko, Miao Wuxin and others were not so good.

Both of them had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

Because Fang Caijun Xiaoyao appeared directly like a flash.

Therefore, the extreme tricks of the three of Himiko, Miao Wuxin, and Yan Qingying were equivalent to blasting Jun Xiaoyao at the same time.

However, the terrifying wave of mana seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Not even the corner of Jun Xiaoyao was lifted.

"Yes... the god son of the Jun family!"

"The god son of the Jun family has appeared!"

The surrounding group of Tianjiao watching the lively, their faces froze at first, and then they couldn't help exclaiming.

Surprised!

Extremely surprised!

No one thought that Jun Xiaoyao would enter the Immortal Ancient World a few months after the opening of the Immortal Ancient World.

But the most shocking thing was Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation.

These arrogant geniuses who are watching the lively are actually a little bit incomprehensible.

They could only feel a vague coercion, like a mountain, pressing in their hearts.

"Impossible. When the son of the Jun family was buried in the burial ground, he only had the Heaven-reaching Realm. Why now, with my False God Realm, I still can't see it through?"

All around a group of geniuses, all doubting life.

However, at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes are looking at Himihu and Miao Wuxin indifferently.

Lei Mingyuan, who came to the side, also shook his head secretly when he saw Bimihu and the others.

He knew that, with Jun Xiaoyao's character, he was afraid that he would be stained with blood today by the cliff of Broken Soul.

"Holy religion, Xiaoxitian..." Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.

Xiao Xitian is very low-key, but very mysterious.

As for the holy religion, Jun Xiaoyao did not understand it, but he had heard the words of the elders of the clan.

This teaching is also very deep, and even spans multiple immortal realms.

They believe in the legendary Quran Allah.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao doesn't believe in these god-like things.

The so-called gods are just powerful people.

As long as you give Jun Xiaoyao enough time to become stronger, what god, Buddha, God, Jun Xiaoyao can kill if he wants to!

"Jun Xiaoyao..."

The two girls, Himihu and Miao Wuxin, had an unprecedented dignified expression on their faces.

Not just because Jun Xiaoyao suddenly appeared.

It is also because the breath of Jun Xiaoyao at the moment makes them feel a sense of depression.

As long as Jun Xiaoyao does not actively release his breath, these people with low cultivation will not be able to fully sense it.

They can only feel that Jun Xiaoyao's breath is unfathomable, bringing them great pressure.

"I'm asking you guys, do you know how to write the word "dead"?" Jun Xiaoyao turned his head slightly, his tone light.

"Jun Xiaoyao, I didn't expect you to show up, but, your follower has the ability to swallow gods and demons, causing boundless slaughter, and she is carrying a great sin." Hemihu said coldly.

After all, she is a saint of the Holy Religion, and she still has status, so it is impossible to be directly frightened by Jun Xiaoyao.

Furthermore, there is a holy godson in the immortal world.

The strength of the holy godson has reached the realm of true gods, chasing Wang Teng and Long Aotian and other monstrous arrogances.

If you don't believe it, you can't be afraid of Xiaoyao.

"Big sin?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

He thought it was funny.

"Jun Xiaoyao, the poor nun once persuaded her to deprive her of the magic power, but she refuses, so she can only do this." Miao Wuxin folded her hands together and shook her head.

"Self-destruction of magic art? What kind of thing are you, who is qualified to let a person who is the son of the gods self-destruct magic art?" Jun Xiaoyao's face was indifferent.

"You..." Miao Wuxin's face froze, extremely embarrassed.

As a Buddhist girl from Xiaoxitian, it was the first time that she was treated with such an attitude.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are also the god child of the ancient family, don't you have a little reason?" Himihu said awe-inspiringly.

The so-called Virgin is like this, standing on the moral high ground, criticizing, belittling, and judging others at will.

And so complacent, think how noble, holy, amazing.

But such a Virgin, there are a lot of fools to flatter and compliment.

"That's right, even if you are the god son of the Jun family, you can't be unreasonable!"

"God-devouring magic art should not be reproduced in the world, what the saint said is not wrong!"

Hundreds of Himiko's supporters around spoke in unison, scolding Jun Xiaoyao.

There was no expression on Jun Xiaoyao's face, and he didn't seem to be angry.

But those who are familiar with Jun Xiaoyao will know that the expressionless Jun Xiaoyao is the most terrifying.

"Oh, since that's the case, then the son of the gods also has the ability to swallow the gods. Do you want to kill the son of gods?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

This question made the surroundings silent.

Kill Jun Xiaoyao?

Go crazy!

Not to mention whether he has the ability to kill Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if they have the ability to kill, few people have the courage to attack Jun Xiaoyao, unless they are lunatics.

No one Tianjiao present thought he was a lunatic, so no one Tianjiao would make such a stupid move.

"The Son of God doesn't need to kill the gods and demons, so naturally he can be treated tolerantly." Himihu's expression was a little unnatural, but he still said.

Obviously, he is afraid of Jun Xiaoyao's strength and identity, but he has to find an excuse for himself in a high-sounding manner.

"Hehe, then you are wrong..." An inexplicable light flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

For some reason, Hemihu, Miao Wuxin and the others suddenly felt a shudder in their hearts.

"Who told you that this son of the gods won't cause killing, and now, let you see what is the real killing!"

Jun Xiaoyao's voice fell, his right hand was suddenly raised, and a terrifying mana storm swept out, accompanied by the surging Nether Qi!

"The gates of hell, open!"

Jun Xiaoyao gave a cold drink, like a demon king who angered the Three Thousand Realms!

The billowing Nether Qi rose and surged, and in the void, it turned into a gate of hell that was thousands of feet high.

This unique skill is the ultimate trick in the power of the gods to suppress prison.

With supreme power, open the gates of hell and summon countless demons from hell!

But now in Jun Xiaoyao's body, only 30,000 dragon-like particles have been transformed into primordial-like particles.

So it is impossible to fully open the gates of hell.

But even if only a gap was opened, thousands of evil ghost Rakshasa swarmed out!

Like a rolling black tide, facing Himiko, Miao Wuxin, and hundreds of Tianjiao swept away.

"No, what is this!"

"Don't come near me... ah!"

A bloody, a killing!

Hundreds of geniuses were torn to shreds in the tide of tens of thousands of evil spirits Rakshasa!

The blood rained all over the sky, the stumps withered, and the internal organs were splashed out, and the scene was extremely bloody!

The whole scene is like being in the eighteenth hell!

Those Tianjiao who were watching the lively from a distance were all pale and shivering.

At this moment, in their eyes, Jun Xiaoyao, who was dressed in white and beat the snow, was no longer an aloof and immortal son, but a real big devil!