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

"It turns out to be the Son of God."

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the elder of the academy, not only was not angry, but showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and slightly bowed his hand at Jun Xiaoyao.

He had been told by the dean and deputy dean of the academy and others before that, don't provoke the king's **** son, just treat him as a plague god, and hide as far as he can.

But now, looking at the two wounded saints, the elder also had to bite the bullet and stand up.

Seeing the powerful saint masters, they all sighed at Jun Xiaoyao and Yan Yue, and the monks from all the forces around him.

"Great Elder..." Yin Yang Shengzi and the others turned pale.

They were just fortunate that there will be a great elder to preside over justice for them.

As a result, the great elders are even more counseled.

"Never mind, it's just entertainment." Jun Xiaoyao stepped into the void and began to climb the ninety-nine level ladder.

For example, King Jin Wing Xiaopeng and others were very cautious in breaking through these three levels.

If they are not careful, they may overturn the car.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, he looked calmly and leisurely, as if he was outing.

The countless cultivators in the audience gathered their gazes without blinking, and they didn't want to miss any picture.

They were curious before, whether Jun Xiaoyao, who was unparalleled in talent, could break the record of ancient outstanding people, and now he could finally solve their doubts in their happiness.

Hua Xiqing's clear eyes did not blink, and followed the white figure closely.

Compared with the two holy sons, she, the holy woman, has kept herself safe and has not been affected.

Jun Xiaoyao's white clothes are peerless, with fluttering robes, like a fairy in nine days.

He kept walking, stepping up the stairs step by step, never slowing down from beginning to end.

Even after setting foot on the seventieth floor, the pressure doubled, as if a mountain was under pressure, Jun Xiaoyao's speed was the same as before.

This kind of pressure is too pediatric for Jun Xiaoyao, who is pregnant with the ancient sacrament and cultivates the power of idol restraining prison.

Undoubtedly, Jun Xiaoyao directly broke through the 90th floor.

"Sure enough, I stepped on the ninetieth floor!" Many monks shouted, but they were not surprised.

The strength of Jun Xiaoyao is undoubtedly normal. Stepping onto the 90th floor should be a normal operation.

But after these ninety levels, it's difficult.

"After the ninety levels of the ladder, each level is more than ten times the pressure before, the son of the king's family, can you pass it?" the elder secretly asked.

To be honest, he did want to see Jun Xiaoyao deflated.

After all, this son of **** was so prestigious that he lost a lot of face in the Holy Spirit Academy.

However, the facts are destined to disappoint this great elder.

Jun Xiaoyao lifted up his divine light, like a white-clothed **** king approaching a pass, every step he took, the void vibrated like a drum of war.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Jun Xiaoyao breathed out and took nine steps.

This most difficult nine-level ladder was actually stepped on by him in one breath!

Shocked!

Dumbfounded!

Unbelievable!

All the disciples, deacons, and even the great elders of the Holy Spirit Academy looked dull.

As people in the academy, they know the difficulty of these ninety-nine floors.

But now, he was easily cleared by Jun Xiaoyao and reached the top!

In the sky, there is light and rain falling, auspicious and strange beasts manifesting, and phantom shadows of ancient figures flicker, as if to worship Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped on the ninety-nine level ladder in one fell swoop.

King Jin Wing Xiaopeng, his expression froze.

Ye Xingyun couldn't help taking a deep breath.

Xiaoxi Tianfozi's face became stiff.

The record they did not break was easily broken by Jun Xiaoyao.

And it looks like it can’t be easier.

"next level."

Jun Xiaoyao did not stop in the slightest, and stepped directly to the second level.

The second level is to ring the heavy ancient bell.

Before the Golden Winged Xiaopeng King, it only buzzed fifteen times.

"I think the Emperor's Son is very likely to reach the 18-ring record!" A Tianjiao yelled with excitement.

They are witnessing a miracle!

Some monks' eyes flickered, and they were also guessing that Jun Xiaoyao might break the record again, reaching eighteen rings.

Jun Xiaoyao directly urged the idol to restrain the prison, and blasted out!

Ninety thousand giant elephant particles, plus 10,000 dragon elephant particles, a full 1.9 billion catties of monstrous power, burst out from among Jun Xiaoyao's fists.

At the same time, there was a shadow of a dragon elephant, which burst out with this punch.

Both the dragon and the elephant are the ultimate power, representing a kind of supreme mighty power.

Jun Xiaoyao is the incarnation of this supreme mighty power!

Boom...

Jun Xiaoyao's fist fell on the ancient bell, making a dull sound.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next sound.

But no...

After a sound, the ancient bell seemed to be silent, without making a sound.

"What's the matter?" Many people were surprised and dumbfounded.

Why is there only one sound?

This is totally inconsistent with their estimates, and it's a huge difference.

"Impossible, no matter how the prince's son, it is impossible to just let the ancient bell ring?"

The Tianjiao who had guessed that Jun Xiaoyao could break the record before couldn't help saying.

Although Yin Yang Shengzi, Xia Lan and others do not know the reason, this does not prevent their faces from showing sarcasm.

On the contrary, Jin Wing Xiaopeng King, Ye Xingyun and others felt that something was wrong.

Jun Xiaoyao's face was pale, and he withdrew his fist.

"The third level..."

Jun Xiaoyao stepped directly to the third pass without any explanation, leaving everyone behind.

Just when everyone was extremely confused.

Click...

A faint breaking sound sounded.

A crack appeared on the ancient clock.

This seemed to have caused a chain reaction, with continuous clicking sounds.

The whole ancient clock suddenly shattered into countless pieces in the eyes of everyone's shocking eyes!

At this moment, this world seems deadly silent!

Yin Yang Shengzi and Xia Lan froze with sarcasm smiles and looked very funny.

Even the great elders in the realm of the Holy Lord have a tingling scalp.

The ancient bell is broken!

At this time, everyone looked at Jun Xiaoyao's back, as if paying homage to a god!

"The son of the Jun family is simply the posture of a god-man, a natural emperor!" A Tianjiao couldn't help screaming excitedly.

Jun Linglong, Wu Mingyue, Jun Zhanjian, Yi Yu and others also showed unprecedented fanatical worship.

Even that Hua Xiqing, the spiritual eyes shone with brilliance.

Those Tianjiao she had seen before, could hardly match a finger of Jun Xiaoyao.

As for the son of Yin and Yang and Xia Lan?

Not to mention, they couldn't even bear the trick of Jun Xiaoyao's followers.

The whole Holy Spirit Academy was boiling, and many monks, Qi Qi followed behind Jun Xiaoyao, wanting to see his last pass, leaping over the dragon gate.

But at this moment ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the great elder suddenly slapped his forehead and whispered: "No, it's dangerous!"

He was not referring to Jun Xiaoyao, but the golden horned flood dragons in the lake.

That's what he raised!

However, when the great elder recovered from behind.

In the distant place where the Dragon Gate was leaped, the exclamation had already erupted again.

Jun Xiaoyao smashed his fist, and the golden idol crashed into the lake, directly shaking all the golden horned dragons in the lake to death.

Do not leave one!

One is not alive!

"Fuck!"

The great elder pulled his drake-like throat, roared up to the sky, exploded with vulgarity, his old eyes were red, and his heart was bleeding.

Those were all the baby pets he took care of and cultivated, and they were all **** dead by Jun Xiaoyao!