Chapter 702 Jun Xiaoyao, with the power of one person, supports the 1st Vessel of the Holy Body, and
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J Shen
Chapter 702 Jun Xiaoyao uses his own power to support the lineage of the Eucharist and the hope of personal revenge
The world is dead silent, and the rain of blood is flying!
Under the background of the blood-stained sky, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face is ice-like, with long hair falling down, wearing the armor of the god of desolation, and the desolate halberd in his hand is pointing obliquely at the earth.
At this moment, he no longer has the unrestrained aura of exiled immortals in white clothes fluttering in the past.
On the contrary, he looks like a domineering young God of War, like the incarnation of catastrophe, purifying the world with the power of killing and cutting, shaking the universe!
From the sky and the earth, countless eyes are focused on him.
Ji Qingyi, Ruying, Shengxuanyi, this one is famous on ancient roads and has endless radiance.
At this moment, in front of Jun Xiaoyao, it seems that they have become extremely ordinary, and their light has disappeared.
Jun Xiaoyao is an existence that makes them all need to look up and be in awe!
But Ning Defa and other villagers in the wilderness were extremely excited and burst into tears.
How many years!
How many years have they been oppressed by the Cang family!
Today, Jun Xiaoyao calmed down the grievance in his chest for them!
At this moment, the eyes of more than three hundred villagers in the wilderness were filled with fanatical admiration and worship.
It seems that Jun Xiaoyao is the only god worthy of worship in their hearts!
"We will always follow you, until death!" Ning Defa roared like an old lion, and knelt down in front of Jun Xiaoyao.
The [-] or so surviving villagers also knelt down.
"It's a blessing to have you in the Holy Body..." Wu Hu breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on his blood-stained face.
"One day, I want to be as powerful as my big brother!" Ning Chen's eyes were full of respect.
"Is this... the kind of hero that grandpa told in the story?" Xiao Xuanxuan stared blankly, her big eyes full of longing and admiration.
The figure standing on the sky and looking down on the world was deeply engraved in her young heart and could never be erased.
But at this moment, standing above the sky, Jun Xiaoyao, the coldness between his brows remained undiminished.
He completely ignored the countless awe-inspiring gazes around him.
Right now, Jun Xiaoyao has only one thing on his mind, which is to destroy Ba Xingcang's family.
However, before that, he had to do some things.
"Today, the son of God declares that the lineage of the ancient temple and the temple guards will rise again in the fairyland, and no one can stop it!"
Jun Xiaoyao's voice was so powerful that it spread throughout the sky.
Everyone was shocked and shocked.
Is Jun Xiaoyao going to help the weakened Holy Body up again with his own strength?
but……
Looking at the last holy body guard who had almost reached the end of his life, and the three hundred villagers in the wilderness.
Everyone really can't imagine how the ancient temple can rise again.
No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao is, he is only one person. How can he support the entire Saint Body lineage?
Compared with the doubts of the audience.
Ning Defa and other villagers in the wilderness had nothing but gratitude in their eyes.
However, they also have self-knowledge, knowing that relying on their own strength alone, it is impossible to revive the ancient temple and the lineage of the temple guards.
Wu Hu also said with a smile: "With your words, I feel relieved, and I can leave everything to you with peace of mind."
Wu Hu felt that the fire of his life began to gradually go out.
But he has no complaints or regrets, and he still has a smile on his face.
"Senior Wu Hu, you can't resign, you still have to witness the fiasco of the Ba Ti lineage with your own eyes." Jun Xiaoyao said with a light smile.
"I've been able to persevere until now, and I'm satisfied, and I know where my limit is." Wu Hu shook his head, feeling relieved about life and death.
"Since my Jun Xiaoyao has received the inheritance from the ancestors of the ancient temple, I naturally have to do my part for the ancient temple."
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and slapped his chest, and then, drops of bright red agate and golden blood of the Holy Body emerged.
The quantity is densely packed, not one drop, two drops, three drops, five drops.
Instead, hundreds of drops of holy body blood were directly tempered by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Jun Xiaoyao, don't do it!" Wu Hu's eyes were shaken, and he stopped him.
Now Jun Xiaoyao is the hope of the Eucharist lineage, and there must be no mistakes!
"My lord, this is..." Ning Defa and other Dahuang villagers were also stunned.
There are also a crowd of Tianjiao onlookers, who are also dumbfounded, stunned, and staring in a daze.
The essence and blood of the Eucharist are so precious, one drop is enough to sell for a sky-high price.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao sacrificed hundreds of drops of holy blood at his fingertips!
The most important thing is that the essence and blood of the holy body are extremely important to the ancient holy body.
Wouldn't Jun Xiaoyao's actions harm him?
Everyone looked at Jun Xiaoyao's face, and were surprised to find that Jun Xiaoyao's face was as calm as usual, without any paleness or weakness.
"These essence and blood are given to you. It is best to avenge my revenge myself." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"But you..." Wu Hu hesitated to speak.
"Don't worry about me, did Senior Wu Hu forget the pool of holy blood?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.
Naturally, he would not do anything to hurt himself.
The last time I hurt myself was to save Jiang Shengyi.
And to be honest, although Jun Xiaoyao respects Wu Hu and these Dahuang villagers.
But compared with Jiang Shengyi, they are obviously incomparable.
It is not realistic for Jun Xiaoyao to drain himself to help them.
However, Jun Xiaoyao had refined a pool of holy body essence and blood before.
At this moment, the essence and blood of the Eucharist in his body was so vigorous that it was about to overflow.
The most important thing is that Jun Xiaoyao absorbed the essence and blood of the Eucharist, and finally transformed them into his own essence and blood of the Eucharist.
And Jun Xiaoyao is a holy body who broke through the ten shackles.
There is an essential difference between his sacramental body blood essence and those of those sacramental ancestors' blood essence.
Each of the three hundred villagers in the wilderness got a drop of Jun Xiaoyao's holy blood.
The old man Ning Defa got five drops.
Ning Chen and Xiao Xuanxuan each received ten drops of blood essence.
As for Wu Hu, Jun Xiaoyao handed over fifty drops of holy body essence and blood to him.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't want Wuhu to fall.
It would be a pity if a holy master-level ancient holy body fell.
"After you finish refining, we will kill and return to Ba Xingcang's house, revenge for revenge, revenge for injustice!" Jun Xiaoyao said.
"My lord is right, the humiliation of our lineage of guards must be wiped away by us!"
"Follow the lord, step on the Bastar, and destroy the Cang family!"
The three hundred villagers in the wilderness, no, they should be called the three hundred temple guards at this moment, and their eyes are full of vengeful anger.
Even some old people like Ning Defa are full of enthusiasm at this moment, and the silent blood of the Eucharist in their bodies seems to be activated.
They began to practice sitting cross-legged, preparing to refine the holy body essence and blood bestowed by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Is it still effective?" Wu Hu also sat down cross-legged.
To be honest, with his current state of exhaustion, even if he refines the holy body essence and blood, he probably won't be able to recover.
It's like a spring, which is almost drying up. Even if there is external water pouring in, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and will eventually dry up.
"Senior, how will you know if you don't try?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
Maybe the holy body essence and blood that broke the ten shackles will bring miracles?
(End of this chapter)
The world is dead silent, and the rain of blood is flying!
Under the background of the blood-stained sky, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face is ice-like, with long hair falling down, wearing the armor of the god of desolation, and the desolate halberd in his hand is pointing obliquely at the earth.
At this moment, he no longer has the unrestrained aura of exiled immortals in white clothes fluttering in the past.
On the contrary, he looks like a domineering young God of War, like the incarnation of catastrophe, purifying the world with the power of killing and cutting, shaking the universe!
From the sky and the earth, countless eyes are focused on him.
Ji Qingyi, Ruying, Shengxuanyi, this one is famous on ancient roads and has endless radiance.
At this moment, in front of Jun Xiaoyao, it seems that they have become extremely ordinary, and their light has disappeared.
Jun Xiaoyao is an existence that makes them all need to look up and be in awe!
But Ning Defa and other villagers in the wilderness were extremely excited and burst into tears.
How many years!
How many years have they been oppressed by the Cang family!
Today, Jun Xiaoyao calmed down the grievance in his chest for them!
At this moment, the eyes of more than three hundred villagers in the wilderness were filled with fanatical admiration and worship.
It seems that Jun Xiaoyao is the only god worthy of worship in their hearts!
"We will always follow you, until death!" Ning Defa roared like an old lion, and knelt down in front of Jun Xiaoyao.
The [-] or so surviving villagers also knelt down.
"It's a blessing to have you in the Holy Body..." Wu Hu breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on his blood-stained face.
"One day, I want to be as powerful as my big brother!" Ning Chen's eyes were full of respect.
"Is this... the kind of hero that grandpa told in the story?" Xiao Xuanxuan stared blankly, her big eyes full of longing and admiration.
The figure standing on the sky and looking down on the world was deeply engraved in her young heart and could never be erased.
But at this moment, standing above the sky, Jun Xiaoyao, the coldness between his brows remained undiminished.
He completely ignored the countless awe-inspiring gazes around him.
Right now, Jun Xiaoyao has only one thing on his mind, which is to destroy Ba Xingcang's family.
However, before that, he had to do some things.
"Today, the son of God declares that the lineage of the ancient temple and the temple guards will rise again in the fairyland, and no one can stop it!"
Jun Xiaoyao's voice was so powerful that it spread throughout the sky.
Everyone was shocked and shocked.
Is Jun Xiaoyao going to help the weakened Holy Body up again with his own strength?
but……
Looking at the last holy body guard who had almost reached the end of his life, and the three hundred villagers in the wilderness.
Everyone really can't imagine how the ancient temple can rise again.
No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao is, he is only one person. How can he support the entire Saint Body lineage?
Compared with the doubts of the audience.
Ning Defa and other villagers in the wilderness had nothing but gratitude in their eyes.
However, they also have self-knowledge, knowing that relying on their own strength alone, it is impossible to revive the ancient temple and the lineage of the temple guards.
Wu Hu also said with a smile: "With your words, I feel relieved, and I can leave everything to you with peace of mind."
Wu Hu felt that the fire of his life began to gradually go out.
But he has no complaints or regrets, and he still has a smile on his face.
"Senior Wu Hu, you can't resign, you still have to witness the fiasco of the Ba Ti lineage with your own eyes." Jun Xiaoyao said with a light smile.
"I've been able to persevere until now, and I'm satisfied, and I know where my limit is." Wu Hu shook his head, feeling relieved about life and death.
"Since my Jun Xiaoyao has received the inheritance from the ancestors of the ancient temple, I naturally have to do my part for the ancient temple."
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and slapped his chest, and then, drops of bright red agate and golden blood of the Holy Body emerged.
The quantity is densely packed, not one drop, two drops, three drops, five drops.
Instead, hundreds of drops of holy body blood were directly tempered by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Jun Xiaoyao, don't do it!" Wu Hu's eyes were shaken, and he stopped him.
Now Jun Xiaoyao is the hope of the Eucharist lineage, and there must be no mistakes!
"My lord, this is..." Ning Defa and other Dahuang villagers were also stunned.
There are also a crowd of Tianjiao onlookers, who are also dumbfounded, stunned, and staring in a daze.
The essence and blood of the Eucharist are so precious, one drop is enough to sell for a sky-high price.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao sacrificed hundreds of drops of holy blood at his fingertips!
The most important thing is that the essence and blood of the holy body are extremely important to the ancient holy body.
Wouldn't Jun Xiaoyao's actions harm him?
Everyone looked at Jun Xiaoyao's face, and were surprised to find that Jun Xiaoyao's face was as calm as usual, without any paleness or weakness.
"These essence and blood are given to you. It is best to avenge my revenge myself." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"But you..." Wu Hu hesitated to speak.
"Don't worry about me, did Senior Wu Hu forget the pool of holy blood?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.
Naturally, he would not do anything to hurt himself.
The last time I hurt myself was to save Jiang Shengyi.
And to be honest, although Jun Xiaoyao respects Wu Hu and these Dahuang villagers.
But compared with Jiang Shengyi, they are obviously incomparable.
It is not realistic for Jun Xiaoyao to drain himself to help them.
However, Jun Xiaoyao had refined a pool of holy body essence and blood before.
At this moment, the essence and blood of the Eucharist in his body was so vigorous that it was about to overflow.
The most important thing is that Jun Xiaoyao absorbed the essence and blood of the Eucharist, and finally transformed them into his own essence and blood of the Eucharist.
And Jun Xiaoyao is a holy body who broke through the ten shackles.
There is an essential difference between his sacramental body blood essence and those of those sacramental ancestors' blood essence.
Each of the three hundred villagers in the wilderness got a drop of Jun Xiaoyao's holy blood.
The old man Ning Defa got five drops.
Ning Chen and Xiao Xuanxuan each received ten drops of blood essence.
As for Wu Hu, Jun Xiaoyao handed over fifty drops of holy body essence and blood to him.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't want Wuhu to fall.
It would be a pity if a holy master-level ancient holy body fell.
"After you finish refining, we will kill and return to Ba Xingcang's house, revenge for revenge, revenge for injustice!" Jun Xiaoyao said.
"My lord is right, the humiliation of our lineage of guards must be wiped away by us!"
"Follow the lord, step on the Bastar, and destroy the Cang family!"
The three hundred villagers in the wilderness, no, they should be called the three hundred temple guards at this moment, and their eyes are full of vengeful anger.
Even some old people like Ning Defa are full of enthusiasm at this moment, and the silent blood of the Eucharist in their bodies seems to be activated.
They began to practice sitting cross-legged, preparing to refine the holy body essence and blood bestowed by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Is it still effective?" Wu Hu also sat down cross-legged.
To be honest, with his current state of exhaustion, even if he refines the holy body essence and blood, he probably won't be able to recover.
It's like a spring, which is almost drying up. Even if there is external water pouring in, it will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and will eventually dry up.
"Senior, how will you know if you don't try?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
Maybe the holy body essence and blood that broke the ten shackles will bring miracles?
(End of this chapter)
