Chapter 268 The Fallen Eucharist protector, Jun Xiaoyao's trump card, wants to compete with the
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J Shen
Chapter 268 The Fallen Eucharist protector, Jun Xiaoyao's trump card, wants to compete with the Duke of Heaven!
boom!
After a deafening sound, the Seven-color Thunder Tribulation landed on the place where Jun Xiaoyao was.
In an instant, the seven-colored thunder spread out, filled the four directions, and made a crackling sound.
There was a crash in Jiang Luoli's mind, the whole person seemed to be numb, and her delicate body could not move.
"Did you die?" the Tianjiao around murmured.
Ji Qingyi and the others also fixed their eyes on the top of the altar.
It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible for Jun Xiaoyao to resist the colorful thunder disaster.
As the thunder disappeared, everyone's eyes froze at the same time.
There was a look of horror on their faces.
Because Jun Xiaoyao is safe and sound!
And the reason why he was safe and sound was because there was a tall and tall figure standing in front of him.
Black hair fell down at his feet, and his whole body exuded an aura like a deep abyss and a devil.
It is the fallen Eucharist!
The fallen saint roared up to the sky, with black hair flying, like an unyielding god and demon!
"This……"
Not to mention other people, even Jun Xiaoyao himself was stunned for a moment.
He did not infuse his soul power into the fallen holy body.
In other words, the current Corrupted Eucharist is acting according to its own will, rather than being controlled by Jun Xiaoyao.
But...how is this possible?
Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled.
However, he thought about it again. When manipulating the Corrupted Eucharist, at certain moments, the Corrupted Eucharist seemed to be a little clearer.
At that time, Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was an illusion.
Now it seems that the Fallen Eucharist still maintains a deep level of consciousness?
"But, why did he take the initiative to protect my way?" Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled again.
At this time, there was another roar in the sky.
For not being able to kill Jun Xiaoyao with one blow, the sky seemed very furious, and thunderbolts of seven colors crashed down.
Every thunderbolt can easily kill a saint.
The Corrupted Eucharist roared, and as soon as the soles of its feet stepped on the ground, the whole person rose into the air to meet those thunder disasters.
In the cracks of the Ten Realms, there are no holy realm powerhouses allowed.
But at this moment, the Corrupted Saint Body is only using physical strength to resist the power of the colorful thunder and calamity, and does not have the magic power of the Holy Land.
boom!boom!boom!
One after another thunderbolt struck the fallen saint, but the fallen saint did not retreat a step.
Even though his physical body began to crack, he did not retreat.
Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath, without hesitation, he seized this opportunity and continued to study.
In his body, the Immortal Seeds of the Ten Worlds had completely disappeared, turning into food to nourish that mass of energy.
That mass of energy belongs to Jun Xiaoyao's own way.
It seems that there is a scene of opening up the world and evolving the chaos of the big universe.
As this breath gradually diffused, the void around him collapsed little by little, turning into nothingness.
It's like Jun Xiaoyao's way, which is to override the heavens and all ways, and create its own rules.
"As soon as my way comes out, ten thousand ways will collapse!"
Jun Xiaoyao realized something, and 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 way, that is his way.
As Jun Xiaoyao deepened his comprehension, the power of the Seven-Color Thunder Tribulation became stronger and stronger.
Even the flesh of the Fallen Eucharist began to crack and gradually crumble.
However, the Fallen Eucharist is still like a solid wall, resisting everything for Jun Xiaoyao.
This may be a kind of protection of the ancient holy body.
The Fallen Physique hopes that Jun Xiaoyao can use the prestige of the ancient Physique and blaze an unprecedented path.
For the ancient Eucharist, remove all shackles and curses.
boom!
In the end, the endless seven-color thunder tribulation directly drowned the fallen holy body.
His physical body began to disintegrate.
The Corrupted Eucharist is the Corrupted Eucharist after all, not the ancient Eucharist in its heyday.
His physical body also went through countless experiments and transformations, and eventually lost some of the characteristics of the ancient holy body.
So under this terrifying world-destroying thunder calamity, the Fallen Eucharist finally couldn't hold on anymore.
His physical body began to be torn apart, and finally collapsed with a bang.
In the moment of collapse.
It seemed that a sentence came into Jun Xiaoyao's mind.
"The lineage of the Eucharist depends on you."
"Remember...go to the ancient temple..."
boom!
After supporting Jun Xiaoyao and emitting the last residual heat.
The fallen holy body finally disintegrated completely, turned into fly ash, and disappeared from the world.
Jun Xiaoyao, who heard this, had no time to be moved.
He is concentrating on deducing the principles.
However, he heard that sentence and remembered it in his heart.
Without the hindrance of the fallen Eucharist.
The Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation was finally able to attack Jun Xiaoyao without hindrance.
And at this moment, around the Altar of Heroic Spirits, endless Heroic Spirits emerged again.
Before Jun Xiaoyao was about to climb to the top of the altar, tens of thousands of heroic spirits also appeared.
And now there are more than tens of thousands of heroic spirits emerging.
There are literally hundreds of thousands.
Don't think this number is huge.
You know, this is the amount accumulated over countless epochs and time.
"This...is it really a dead end!"
Seeing those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, Jiang Luoli turned pale.
Ji Qingyi and Xiao Moxian also had chills.
They knew that this road might be difficult, but they didn't expect it to be so difficult.
It's no different than a dead end.
But the next moment, something surprising happened.
Those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits were not targeting Jun Xiaoyao, but roaring at God!
That's right, it's a roar to God!
They used to be ancient heroes who had been on the altar, and they also wanted to open up their own path just like Jun Xiaoyao.
But they all failed.
For God, stop them.
And now, after many epochs, there is finally someone who may walk out of his own path.
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 the world!
Why, they can only be prisoners in the shackles!
This is a rebellion against fate!
Rumble!
Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits act together to rebel against God!
What a terrifying power this is, even the Seven-Colored Thunder Calamity has to be avoided!
And Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, is like the only god.
Looking at the ashes of the fallen saint, looking at the hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits protecting him.
Even Jun Xiaoyao has a cold look in his eyes.
In the dantian of his body, the group of energy was compressed infinitely, and finally seemed to turn into nothingness.
But in the nothingness, 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 was created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.
It's at this point, when it's about to take shape.
Above the sky, seven-colored thunder and tribulation intertwined, and finally turned into a thunderous face.
The thunderous face was so huge that it filled the sky.
It opened its mouth, and a terrifying beam of thunder poured towards Jun Xiaoyao.
Even those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits fought back vigorously, but they were unable to resist, and they all turned into ashes amidst the screams.
Faced with the last move that God wanted to kill him.
Jun Xiaoyao looked calm.
His way, his way, is about to be formed, how could he give up here?
"Come on, my lord Xiaoyao, I want to compete with the God of Heaven!"
Jun Xiaoyao sneered, raised his hand, and three sword lights pierced the vastness of the world and appeared.
Indistinctly, there was a faint imperial prestige emanating from it.
"That is……"
Ji Qingyi, Xiao Moxian, Wang Chuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining Tianjiao.
His pupils widened, he took a deep breath, and there was a huge wave in his heart!
That is... the might of an emperor!
(End of this chapter)
boom!
After a deafening sound, the Seven-color Thunder Tribulation landed on the place where Jun Xiaoyao was.
In an instant, the seven-colored thunder spread out, filled the four directions, and made a crackling sound.
There was a crash in Jiang Luoli's mind, the whole person seemed to be numb, and her delicate body could not move.
"Did you die?" the Tianjiao around murmured.
Ji Qingyi and the others also fixed their eyes on the top of the altar.
It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible for Jun Xiaoyao to resist the colorful thunder disaster.
As the thunder disappeared, everyone's eyes froze at the same time.
There was a look of horror on their faces.
Because Jun Xiaoyao is safe and sound!
And the reason why he was safe and sound was because there was a tall and tall figure standing in front of him.
Black hair fell down at his feet, and his whole body exuded an aura like a deep abyss and a devil.
It is the fallen Eucharist!
The fallen saint roared up to the sky, with black hair flying, like an unyielding god and demon!
"This……"
Not to mention other people, even Jun Xiaoyao himself was stunned for a moment.
He did not infuse his soul power into the fallen holy body.
In other words, the current Corrupted Eucharist is acting according to its own will, rather than being controlled by Jun Xiaoyao.
But...how is this possible?
Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled.
However, he thought about it again. When manipulating the Corrupted Eucharist, at certain moments, the Corrupted Eucharist seemed to be a little clearer.
At that time, Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was an illusion.
Now it seems that the Fallen Eucharist still maintains a deep level of consciousness?
"But, why did he take the initiative to protect my way?" Jun Xiaoyao was puzzled again.
At this time, there was another roar in the sky.
For not being able to kill Jun Xiaoyao with one blow, the sky seemed very furious, and thunderbolts of seven colors crashed down.
Every thunderbolt can easily kill a saint.
The Corrupted Eucharist roared, and as soon as the soles of its feet stepped on the ground, the whole person rose into the air to meet those thunder disasters.
In the cracks of the Ten Realms, there are no holy realm powerhouses allowed.
But at this moment, the Corrupted Saint Body is only using physical strength to resist the power of the colorful thunder and calamity, and does not have the magic power of the Holy Land.
boom!boom!boom!
One after another thunderbolt struck the fallen saint, but the fallen saint did not retreat a step.
Even though his physical body began to crack, he did not retreat.
Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath, without hesitation, he seized this opportunity and continued to study.
In his body, the Immortal Seeds of the Ten Worlds had completely disappeared, turning into food to nourish that mass of energy.
That mass of energy belongs to Jun Xiaoyao's own way.
It seems that there is a scene of opening up the world and evolving the chaos of the big universe.
As this breath gradually diffused, the void around him collapsed little by little, turning into nothingness.
It's like Jun Xiaoyao's way, which is to override the heavens and all ways, and create its own rules.
"As soon as my way comes out, ten thousand ways will collapse!"
Jun Xiaoyao realized something, and 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 way, that is his way.
As Jun Xiaoyao deepened his comprehension, the power of the Seven-Color Thunder Tribulation became stronger and stronger.
Even the flesh of the Fallen Eucharist began to crack and gradually crumble.
However, the Fallen Eucharist is still like a solid wall, resisting everything for Jun Xiaoyao.
This may be a kind of protection of the ancient holy body.
The Fallen Physique hopes that Jun Xiaoyao can use the prestige of the ancient Physique and blaze an unprecedented path.
For the ancient Eucharist, remove all shackles and curses.
boom!
In the end, the endless seven-color thunder tribulation directly drowned the fallen holy body.
His physical body began to disintegrate.
The Corrupted Eucharist is the Corrupted Eucharist after all, not the ancient Eucharist in its heyday.
His physical body also went through countless experiments and transformations, and eventually lost some of the characteristics of the ancient holy body.
So under this terrifying world-destroying thunder calamity, the Fallen Eucharist finally couldn't hold on anymore.
His physical body began to be torn apart, and finally collapsed with a bang.
In the moment of collapse.
It seemed that a sentence came into Jun Xiaoyao's mind.
"The lineage of the Eucharist depends on you."
"Remember...go to the ancient temple..."
boom!
After supporting Jun Xiaoyao and emitting the last residual heat.
The fallen holy body finally disintegrated completely, turned into fly ash, and disappeared from the world.
Jun Xiaoyao, who heard this, had no time to be moved.
He is concentrating on deducing the principles.
However, he heard that sentence and remembered it in his heart.
Without the hindrance of the fallen Eucharist.
The Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation was finally able to attack Jun Xiaoyao without hindrance.
And at this moment, around the Altar of Heroic Spirits, endless Heroic Spirits emerged again.
Before Jun Xiaoyao was about to climb to the top of the altar, tens of thousands of heroic spirits also appeared.
And now there are more than tens of thousands of heroic spirits emerging.
There are literally hundreds of thousands.
Don't think this number is huge.
You know, this is the amount accumulated over countless epochs and time.
"This...is it really a dead end!"
Seeing those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, Jiang Luoli turned pale.
Ji Qingyi and Xiao Moxian also had chills.
They knew that this road might be difficult, but they didn't expect it to be so difficult.
It's no different than a dead end.
But the next moment, something surprising happened.
Those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits were not targeting Jun Xiaoyao, but roaring at God!
That's right, it's a roar to God!
They used to be ancient heroes who had been on the altar, and they also wanted to open up their own path just like Jun Xiaoyao.
But they all failed.
For God, stop them.
And now, after many epochs, there is finally someone who may walk out of his own path.
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 the world!
Why, they can only be prisoners in the shackles!
This is a rebellion against fate!
Rumble!
Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits act together to rebel against God!
What a terrifying power this is, even the Seven-Colored Thunder Calamity has to be avoided!
And Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, is like the only god.
Looking at the ashes of the fallen saint, looking at the hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits protecting him.
Even Jun Xiaoyao has a cold look in his eyes.
In the dantian of his body, the group of energy was compressed infinitely, and finally seemed to turn into nothingness.
But in the nothingness, 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 was created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.
It's at this point, when it's about to take shape.
Above the sky, seven-colored thunder and tribulation intertwined, and finally turned into a thunderous face.
The thunderous face was so huge that it filled the sky.
It opened its mouth, and a terrifying beam of thunder poured towards Jun Xiaoyao.
Even those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits fought back vigorously, but they were unable to resist, and they all turned into ashes amidst the screams.
Faced with the last move that God wanted to kill him.
Jun Xiaoyao looked calm.
His way, his way, is about to be formed, how could he give up here?
"Come on, my lord Xiaoyao, I want to compete with the God of Heaven!"
Jun Xiaoyao sneered, raised his hand, and three sword lights pierced the vastness of the world and appeared.
Indistinctly, there was a faint imperial prestige emanating from it.
"That is……"
Ji Qingyi, Xiao Moxian, Wang Chuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining Tianjiao.
His pupils widened, he took a deep breath, and there was a huge wave in his heart!
That is... the might of an emperor!
(End of this chapter)
