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

boom!

After a deafening sound, the colorful thunder robbery landed where Jun Xiaoyao was.

In an instant, the seven-colored thunder spread out, spreading everywhere, making a crackling sound.

Jiang Luoli's mind went tumbling for a while, and his whole figure seemed to be stupefied, and his delicate body couldn't move.

"Are you dead?" The surrounding Tianjiao murmured.

Ji Qingyi and the others also fixed their eyes on the top of the altar.

It stands to reason that Jun Xiaoyao is completely impossible to resist the colorful thunder.

As Lei Mang dissipated, everyone's eyes solidified at the same time.

There was a look of horror on their faces.

Because Jun Xiaoyao is safe and sound!

And the reason he was safe and sound was because there was a stalwart figure standing in front of him.

The black hair fell on his feet, and the whole person exuded an aura like a abyss.

It is the fallen Eucharist!

The fallen Eucharist roars up to the sky, and its black hair is scattered, like an unyielding **** and demon!

"This……"

Not to mention other people, it was Jun Xiaoyao himself, and he was taken aback for a while.

He did not infuse his soul power into the fallen Eucharist.

In other words, the current fallen Eucharist is acting according to his own will, rather than being controlled by Jun Xiaoyao.

But this... how is it possible?

Jun Xiaoyao has doubts.

But he thought again that when he was manipulating the Fallen Eucharist, at certain moments, it seemed that there was a little clarity in the eyes of the Fallen Eucharist.

At that time, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care too much, thinking it was an illusion.

Now it seems that the Fallen Eucharist still maintains a deep level of consciousness?

"But, why should he take the initiative to protect the road for me?" Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled again.

At this time, above the sky, there was a roar again.

For not being able to kill Jun Xiaoyao with a single blow, the sky seemed to be very angry, and the colorful thunders crashed down.

Every thunder can easily kill the saint.

The fallen Eucharist roared, and the sole of his foot stepped on the ground, and the whole person rose into the air to face those thunderous calamities.

Within the rifts of the ten worlds, no holy realm powerhouse is allowed.

But at this moment, the Fallen Eucharist simply uses the power of the flesh to resist the power of the colorful thunder, and does not have the magical power of the holy realm.

boom! boom! boom!

Thunder slashed on the fallen body, but the fallen body did not retreat.

Even if his body began to crack, he did not retreat.

Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath, he did not hesitate, seized this opportunity and continued to comprehend.

In his body, the immortal species of the ten worlds had completely disappeared, and turned into resources to nourish the mass of energy.

That group of energy belongs to Jun Xiaoyao's own way.

There seems to be a breakthrough in which the chaos of the evolutionary universe emerges.

As this breath gradually diffused, the void around him collapsed a little bit and turned into nothingness.

It is like the way of Emperor Xiaoyao, which must be above the heavens and all ways, and create its own rules.

"As soon as my way came out, all ways fell apart!"

Jun Xiaoyao had a clear understanding, he focused all his attention on himself.

In his own body, it seemed that a world was about to evolve.

That is his world, that is his Tao, that is his way.

As Jun Xiaoyao's comprehension deepened, the power of Colorful Thunder Tribulation became stronger and stronger.

Even the flesh of the fallen Eucharist began to crack and gradually break apart.

However, the Fallen Eucharist is still like a hard wall, resisting everything for Jun Xiaoyao.

This may be a kind of support for the same ancient Communion.

The Fallen Eucharist hopes that Jun Xiaoyao will be able to unleash the power of the ancient Eucharist and take an unprecedented path.

For the ancient Eucharist, lift all shackles and curses.

boom!

In the end, the endless colorful thunder tribulations directly drowned the fallen Eucharist.

His physical body began to disintegrate.

After all, the Fallen Eucharist is the Fallen Eucharist, not the ancient Eucharist in its heyday.

His physical body has also undergone countless experiments and transformations, and after all, it has lost some of the characteristics of the ancient Eucharist.

So under this terrifying thunder and tribulation, the Fallen Eucharist finally couldn't support it.

His physical body began to fall apart, and finally collapsed with a bang.

At the moment of collapse.

There seemed to be a sentence that came into Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"The Eucharist line depends on you."

"Remember... to the deserted ancient temple..."

boom!

After supporting Jun Xiaoyao, after emitting the last residual heat.

The fallen Eucharist finally disintegrated completely, turned into fly ash, and disappeared into the world.

Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao had no time to move.

He is concentrating on deducing the principles.

However, he heard that sentence and remembered it in his heart.

There is no obstacle to the fallen Eucharist.

The colorful thunder robbery can finally slash towards Jun Xiaoyao without hindrance.

And at this moment, endless heroic spirits appeared again around the altar of heroic spirits.

When Jun Xiaoyao was about to climb to the top of the altar, tens of thousands of heroic spirits appeared.

And the heroic spirits emerging now are more than tens of thousands.

There are literally hundreds of thousands.

Don't think that this number is huge.

You know, this is the amount accumulated through countless epochs and time.

"This...is it really a dead end!"

Seeing those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, Jiang Luoli's face turned pale.

Ji Qingyi and Xiao Moxian were also a little chilly.

They knew that this road might be difficult, but they didn't expect it to be this level.

It's no different from a dead end.

But the next moment, something surprising happened.

Those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits were not aimed at Jun Xiaoyao, but roared at God!

That's right, it's a roar to God!

They were all ancient people who had boarded the altar, and they wanted to, like Jun Xiaoyao, blaze a trail of their own.

But they all failed.

Because of God, we must stop them.

And now, after many epochs, there are finally someone else who may go out of their own way.

These heroic spirits emerged, not to deal with Jun Xiaoyao, but to help Jun Xiaoyao to deal with this unfair God!

Why should people be trapped in heaven and earth!

For what reason, they can only be prisoners in the chains!

This is a resistance to fate!

Rumble!

Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits all fight together to resist God!

This is a terrifying force, even the colorful thunder calamity has to retreat!

And Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, was like the only god.

Looked at the fallen sacrament that had disappeared in ashes, looked at the heroic spirits that hundreds of thousands supported for him.

Even Jun Xiaoyao, coldness appeared in his eyes.

In his body's dantian, that group of energy was compressed infinitely, and finally seemed to become nothingness.

But in the emptiness, a point suddenly emerged.

This point seems to encompass everything and the universe, and a brand new path gradually emerges.

This point does not belong to this world, but is created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.

At this point, when it is about to take shape.

Above the sky, the colorful thunder and calamity intertwined, and finally turned into a thunder face.

The thunder face was so huge that it filled the sky.

It opened its mouth, a horrible beam of thunder, pouring towards Jun Xiaoyao.

Even those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits struggled to fight back, and they were all unable to resist, and they turned to ashes in the screaming sound.

Faced with the last move that God wanted to destroy him.

Jun Xiaoyao looked calm.

His way, his way, is about to take shape, how can he give up here?

"Come on, my lord Xiaoyao, I want to compete with Tiangong!"

Jun Xiaoyao let out a cold drink, raised his hand, three sword lights, cut through the boundless world, and appeared.

Vaguely, there was actually a faint imperial might radiating out.

"That is……"

Ji Qingyi, Xiaomoxian, Wangchuan, Jiang Luoli, Yiyu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining Tianjiao.

His pupils widened, he took a deep breath, and his heart made a huge wave!

That is... the power of the emperor!