Chapter 692 The sadness of the last Eucharist, for the sake of protection, the hope of the rise of t
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J Shen
Chapter 692 The sadness of the last Eucharist, in order to protect, the hope of the rise of the Eucharist
A desolate and dilapidated temple.
A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard sat here alone.
Shackles are worn on the hands and feet, and the chain passes through its lute bone.
On his back was a heavy ancient tablet, engraved with the handwriting left by the overlord body.
Looking at this scene, it makes people feel a little desolate, a little lonely, and sore in the bottom of their hearts.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would never have believed that the person in front of him was an ancient holy body.
But the kind of resonance aroused from the blood makes Jun Xiaoyao very sure.
This person is the ancient sacrament.
It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in some old gray cloth clothes, with an unshaven beard, cloudy eyes, and messy black hair.
He looked like a middle-aged uncle who got drunk at the edge of the wine market.
No one would have thought that this was an ancient holy body.
Even if the Ancient Saint Physique is in decline, it still gives people a feeling of qi and blood soaring to the sky and coercing the galaxy.
And the ancient sacred body in front of him is like a frustrated middle-aged uncle in the world of mortals.
"Uncle, we brought you delicious food, we'll eat roasted chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, holding a cleaned spirit feather chicken in her hand.
The man smiled, with a look of love in his eyes.
Some rough big hands stroked Xiao Xuanxuan's little head.
"Uncle, this little brother is also the Ancient Saint Physique. He is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitement.
"My lord, the new Eucharist has finally arrived." Ning Defa cupped his hands at the middle-aged man, with respect in his eyes.
Even though the middle-aged man looked like this, his words were full of respect.
The middle-aged man turned his attention to Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.
Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the realm of the middle-aged man was not weak.
To say the least, it is also the Holy Master Realm.
The Holy Master Realm, compared with the Supreme, seems nothing.
But you must know that the ancient sacred body is imprisoned by the heavens and the earth, so it is extremely difficult to cultivate.
In modern times, it is rare to see even the ancient holy body in the realm of saints.
The ancient holy body in the Holy Master Realm is already extremely monstrous.
The fallen holy body that Jun Xiaoyao obtained before was only in the realm of a saint.
As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.
He is an anomaly, signing a Eucharist who was born to break the shackles, can't be counted.
The middle-aged man in front of him is an ancient holy body from the Holy Master Realm.
But Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the qi and blood in his body were decaying, his vitality was dry, and he was extremely weak, as if he was about to reach the end of his life.
Those chains, as well as the ancient stele, were all draining the energy and blood in the man's body.
"This little brother and I have something to say." The middle-aged man said with a hoarse voice.
Ning De comprehended, took Xiao Xuanxuan and Ning Chen's hands and said, "Come on, let's go and roast this chicken."
"Oh, grilled chicken!" Xiao Xuanxuan giggled.
Ning Chen also wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the back of the pair of brothers and sisters leaving, the middle-aged man's cloudy eyes were full of kindness.
Jun Xiaoyao said at this time: "It seems that senior takes good care of this pair of brothers and sisters, and even gave them the little blood that is left in him."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the man was not surprised, but spoke leisurely.
"I was thinking that one day, even if I fall, I will still be able to stay in the lineage of the Eucharist and leave behind a spark."
"This pair of children are born with amazing bones and have more holy blood in their bodies than other descendants of the temple guards. They are sparks, and they will be enough to start a prairie fire in the future."
The man's tone was flat, and he didn't have any resentment because of his situation.
"These few drops of holy body essence and blood belong to seniors, too." Jun Xiaoyao took out the ancient blood essence of holy body that he had obtained from the auction.
The man's face remained calm, and he nodded lightly.
"Why didn't you resist?" Jun Xiaoyao asked this question.
In his opinion, this holy body is by no means the kind of person who cares about life and fears death.
He willingly endured the humiliation of being bound.
"I am the last hall master of the ancient temple, and I am also the last holy body. My talent is limited. I have only broken five shackles. At most, I can only cultivate to the holy master realm, and I can't advance any further."
"I'm already ashamed of my ancestors, and I don't want to implicate the lineage of the temple guards who swore to follow the lineage of the Holy Body."
"I originally wanted to fight to the death, but at a certain moment, I saw the pair of brothers and sisters, as if I saw a spark of hope."
"I want to survive, even if I suffer all kinds of humiliation, I still want to protect that village and keep the spark going..."
The man looked up, his eyes still bright.
In the dark, the heart is light.
He can die.
But before he died, he also had to see with his own eyes the pair of brothers and sisters grow up and continue the glory of the Holy Eucharist.
At this moment, Rao is as indifferent as Jun Xiaoyao, and his mind can't help but shake slightly.
He finally understood why Xiao Xuanxuan said that the uncle was the hero who protected them.
"I don't know the senior's name?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was also faintly respectful.
"My name is Wu Hu." The man named Wu Hu said in a hoarse voice.
Man as his name suggests.
Protecting means guarding.
Because of his protection, there is still a spark in the lineage of the Eucharist.
"Senior Wuhu, since I'm here, I won't allow any tragedy to happen."
"The desolate ancient temple, and the lineage of its guardians, will not just decline!" Jun Xiaoyao said firmly.
"Don't know the name of the little brother yet?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, breaking away from that desolate mood.
"I'm here, Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Jun Xiaoyao... surnamed Jun... Could it be..."
As if thinking of something, Wu Hu couldn't help flashing a hint of surprise in his cloudy eyes.
"Could it be, that gentleman..." Wu Hu was surprised.
"That's right, I'm from the Huanggu Jun family." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Wu Hu's body was shocked suddenly, and an unprecedented golden light burst out from his eyes.
His silent blood seemed to be starting to boil, and looking at Jun Xiaoyao was like looking at a rare treasure.
Wu Hu naturally knew about the barren ancient monarch's family.
That is a terrifying family that has inherited countless epochs in the Immortal Domain.
Even the ancient temple in its heyday did not dare to underestimate the Jun family.
Ordinary immortal forces, the ancient temple will not be taken seriously at all.
But when facing the Jun family, it is better than the ancient temple, and you must treat each other with courtesy, not casually.
Wu Hu never expected that this generation of ancient holy body came from Jun's family.
With such a strong background, maybe the ancient temple and the guardian of the temple may really rise again!
However, it's not waiting for Wuhu to show his joy.
Jun Xiaoyao released his breath again.
That breath made Wu Hu's face freeze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sensed some unbelievable fact!
"This...how is this possible, in your blood aura, there is no feeling of being suppressed, could it be..."
Rao Yiwuhu's disposition couldn't help but tremble.
Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "This is the complete ancient holy body that broke the ten shackles."
boom!
These words flashed across Wu Hu's mind like thunder, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
Then, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed out loud, his breasts wet with tears.
Emotions are too high to contain.
What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the rise of the Saint Physique!
(End of this chapter)
A desolate and dilapidated temple.
A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard sat here alone.
Shackles are worn on the hands and feet, and the chain passes through its lute bone.
On his back was a heavy ancient tablet, engraved with the handwriting left by the overlord body.
Looking at this scene, it makes people feel a little desolate, a little lonely, and sore in the bottom of their hearts.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would never have believed that the person in front of him was an ancient holy body.
But the kind of resonance aroused from the blood makes Jun Xiaoyao very sure.
This person is the ancient sacrament.
It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in some old gray cloth clothes, with an unshaven beard, cloudy eyes, and messy black hair.
He looked like a middle-aged uncle who got drunk at the edge of the wine market.
No one would have thought that this was an ancient holy body.
Even if the Ancient Saint Physique is in decline, it still gives people a feeling of qi and blood soaring to the sky and coercing the galaxy.
And the ancient sacred body in front of him is like a frustrated middle-aged uncle in the world of mortals.
"Uncle, we brought you delicious food, we'll eat roasted chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, holding a cleaned spirit feather chicken in her hand.
The man smiled, with a look of love in his eyes.
Some rough big hands stroked Xiao Xuanxuan's little head.
"Uncle, this little brother is also the Ancient Saint Physique. He is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitement.
"My lord, the new Eucharist has finally arrived." Ning Defa cupped his hands at the middle-aged man, with respect in his eyes.
Even though the middle-aged man looked like this, his words were full of respect.
The middle-aged man turned his attention to Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.
Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the realm of the middle-aged man was not weak.
To say the least, it is also the Holy Master Realm.
The Holy Master Realm, compared with the Supreme, seems nothing.
But you must know that the ancient sacred body is imprisoned by the heavens and the earth, so it is extremely difficult to cultivate.
In modern times, it is rare to see even the ancient holy body in the realm of saints.
The ancient holy body in the Holy Master Realm is already extremely monstrous.
The fallen holy body that Jun Xiaoyao obtained before was only in the realm of a saint.
As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.
He is an anomaly, signing a Eucharist who was born to break the shackles, can't be counted.
The middle-aged man in front of him is an ancient holy body from the Holy Master Realm.
But Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the qi and blood in his body were decaying, his vitality was dry, and he was extremely weak, as if he was about to reach the end of his life.
Those chains, as well as the ancient stele, were all draining the energy and blood in the man's body.
"This little brother and I have something to say." The middle-aged man said with a hoarse voice.
Ning De comprehended, took Xiao Xuanxuan and Ning Chen's hands and said, "Come on, let's go and roast this chicken."
"Oh, grilled chicken!" Xiao Xuanxuan giggled.
Ning Chen also wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the back of the pair of brothers and sisters leaving, the middle-aged man's cloudy eyes were full of kindness.
Jun Xiaoyao said at this time: "It seems that senior takes good care of this pair of brothers and sisters, and even gave them the little blood that is left in him."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the man was not surprised, but spoke leisurely.
"I was thinking that one day, even if I fall, I will still be able to stay in the lineage of the Eucharist and leave behind a spark."
"This pair of children are born with amazing bones and have more holy blood in their bodies than other descendants of the temple guards. They are sparks, and they will be enough to start a prairie fire in the future."
The man's tone was flat, and he didn't have any resentment because of his situation.
"These few drops of holy body essence and blood belong to seniors, too." Jun Xiaoyao took out the ancient blood essence of holy body that he had obtained from the auction.
The man's face remained calm, and he nodded lightly.
"Why didn't you resist?" Jun Xiaoyao asked this question.
In his opinion, this holy body is by no means the kind of person who cares about life and fears death.
He willingly endured the humiliation of being bound.
"I am the last hall master of the ancient temple, and I am also the last holy body. My talent is limited. I have only broken five shackles. At most, I can only cultivate to the holy master realm, and I can't advance any further."
"I'm already ashamed of my ancestors, and I don't want to implicate the lineage of the temple guards who swore to follow the lineage of the Holy Body."
"I originally wanted to fight to the death, but at a certain moment, I saw the pair of brothers and sisters, as if I saw a spark of hope."
"I want to survive, even if I suffer all kinds of humiliation, I still want to protect that village and keep the spark going..."
The man looked up, his eyes still bright.
In the dark, the heart is light.
He can die.
But before he died, he also had to see with his own eyes the pair of brothers and sisters grow up and continue the glory of the Holy Eucharist.
At this moment, Rao is as indifferent as Jun Xiaoyao, and his mind can't help but shake slightly.
He finally understood why Xiao Xuanxuan said that the uncle was the hero who protected them.
"I don't know the senior's name?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was also faintly respectful.
"My name is Wu Hu." The man named Wu Hu said in a hoarse voice.
Man as his name suggests.
Protecting means guarding.
Because of his protection, there is still a spark in the lineage of the Eucharist.
"Senior Wuhu, since I'm here, I won't allow any tragedy to happen."
"The desolate ancient temple, and the lineage of its guardians, will not just decline!" Jun Xiaoyao said firmly.
"Don't know the name of the little brother yet?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, breaking away from that desolate mood.
"I'm here, Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Jun Xiaoyao... surnamed Jun... Could it be..."
As if thinking of something, Wu Hu couldn't help flashing a hint of surprise in his cloudy eyes.
"Could it be, that gentleman..." Wu Hu was surprised.
"That's right, I'm from the Huanggu Jun family." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Wu Hu's body was shocked suddenly, and an unprecedented golden light burst out from his eyes.
His silent blood seemed to be starting to boil, and looking at Jun Xiaoyao was like looking at a rare treasure.
Wu Hu naturally knew about the barren ancient monarch's family.
That is a terrifying family that has inherited countless epochs in the Immortal Domain.
Even the ancient temple in its heyday did not dare to underestimate the Jun family.
Ordinary immortal forces, the ancient temple will not be taken seriously at all.
But when facing the Jun family, it is better than the ancient temple, and you must treat each other with courtesy, not casually.
Wu Hu never expected that this generation of ancient holy body came from Jun's family.
With such a strong background, maybe the ancient temple and the guardian of the temple may really rise again!
However, it's not waiting for Wuhu to show his joy.
Jun Xiaoyao released his breath again.
That breath made Wu Hu's face freeze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sensed some unbelievable fact!
"This...how is this possible, in your blood aura, there is no feeling of being suppressed, could it be..."
Rao Yiwuhu's disposition couldn't help but tremble.
Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "This is the complete ancient holy body that broke the ten shackles."
boom!
These words flashed across Wu Hu's mind like thunder, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
Then, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed out loud, his breasts wet with tears.
Emotions are too high to contain.
What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the rise of the Saint Physique!
(End of this chapter)
