Chapter 39: Barbecue Youlong Supreme, Refining Dragon Yuan, Hell Furnace

　　 The world is dead, and everyone is silent!
　　 There are hundreds of forces who came to participate in Jun Xiaoyao's ten-year-old feast.
　　At this moment, people from these forces have witnessed the fall of a quasi-supreme in the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
　　 And this fallen person is not a quasi-supreme who borrowed the namelessness, but an existence that was able to compete with the supreme supreme of the human race.
　　 But it was such a powerful existence that was killed by the three swords of the eighteen ancestors of the Jun family.
　　 What is this concept?
　　 A quasi-supreme can be regarded as the foundation of the immortal tradition.
　　 Even alone, you can create a top orthodoxy.
　　 But it is such an existence, like a dog slaughter, killed by the three swords of the eighteen ancestors.
　　 "The eighteen ancestors of the Jun family, shouldn't they be ordinary supreme powerhouses?" A young Tianjiao swallowed deeply.
　　 "It is rumored that the most mysterious place in the Jun family is the ancestral temple. No one knows how many old antiques are buried in it..."
　　 Some old people who know a little about the deeds of the Jun family said in a deep tone.
　　 The Jun family has been standing in the fairyland for countless years, and it is extremely brilliant, and the background is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
　　 Guang is the ancestor buried in the ancestral shrine. Anyone who walks out can make Xianyu shake three times with a stomping.
　　 Not to mention there are rumors, there may be an emperor in the Jun family.
　　 "In recent ancient times, the last great emperor came from the Jun family, the great emperor Qitian, the emperor Qitian, a supreme being who abandoned God..."
　　 Some old people whispered to each other, their words were full of awe.
　　 It's not without reason that the Jun family can be glorious for countless eras in the fairyland.
　　 In the sky, there is a rain of blood drifting down, as if sentient beings are in sad songs.
　　 The fall of Quasi-Supreme is enough to provoke visions of heaven and earth.
　　 "Xiaoyao, after the banquet, come to see me." Deep in the Jun's house, the voice of the Eighteenth Ancestor came.
　　 "Yes." Jun Xiaoyao volleyed his hands.
　　 To be honest, the methods of the Eighteenth Ancestors also made Jun Xiaoyao amazed.
　　Especially the Sword Art of Slaughtering the Immortals, in the name of Slaughtering the Immortals, it is extremely powerful, and Jun Xiaoyao is a little enthusiastic.
　　 This top martial arts supernatural power, even if you can't find it in the Jun Family Martial Pavilion.
　　 Jun Xiaoyao wondered, after meeting the Eighteen Ancestors, whether he should ask him for the inheritance of the Slaughter Fairy Sword Art.
　　 Right now, the people of the ancient royal family who came to the Jun's house to provoke are almost wiped out.
　　Up to the Youlong Zhunzhizun, down to the Tianjiao of the ancient royal family.
　　 "Oh, yes, I forgot one..." Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the proud female of the Feather Race who collapsed on the ground and shivered.
　　 She was almost killed by Jun Xuehuang before, but in the end Long Haotian made her move, allowing her to survive.
　　 But now, seeing such a scene, this proud female of the Feather Race is so terrified that she was even scared to urinate, and her lower body was wet.
　　 She thought that the son of the Jun family must not be Long Haotian's opponent.
　　 Now, Jun Xiaoyao tears the scene of Long Haotian with his hands, playing back like a nightmare in her heart.
　　 "You also go on the road with them." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were indifferent.
　　 "No...no, please forgive the son of the Jun family, Yu Zhu is willing to serve as a slave to the son of God for life!"
　　The proud female of the Feather Race kept kowtow and cry.
　　 I have to say that some of the ancient royal family, or the demon women, do have charms that the human women do not have.
　　 Such as this feather bead, with white wings on the back, crystal clear skin and beautiful appearance.
　　 Even if it is put to auction at auction, it can sell at sky-high prices.
　　 Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "Being my slave girl, are you worthy?"
　　 Even if the Suzaku ancient country's emperor worships Yuer, she is only his slave girl.
　　A proud female of the Feather Race, what qualifications does he have to be his slave?
　　 Jun Xiaoyao took a picture.
　　 "Don't!" Yu Zhu screamed, never expecting that in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, he was not even qualified to be a slave.
　　 噗嗤!
　　 The last proud daughter of the ancient royal family also fell.
　　 Looking at Jun Xiaoyao, who was merciless, some guests wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
　　 Jun's family is a bunch of ruthless people...
　　 However, even more ruthless ones are still to come, but seeing Jun Zhantian and other clan elders, they directly carried the body of the Youlong Quasi-sovereign.
　　 was refined with Dao fire on the spot and started roasting black dragon meat.
　　Siye was stunned, everyone was surprised and a little dumbfounded.
　　 The corpse of Zulong’s Nest Quasi-Zun, used to barbecue?
　　 Although for the human race, anything that is not human can be eaten.
　　 But this is the flesh and blood of Zulong’s Nest, who dares to eat?
　　 Even in front of these forces, they dare not use their chopsticks.
　　 At that time, he was hated by the Zulong's Nest, and he flattened these forces in minutes.
　　 After all, they are not the Jun family, the Jiang family, the Ye family and other wild and ancient families can not bear the anger of the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
　　 "Everyone, please feel free." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
　　 "Wow, you can eat dragon meat!" The little girl Jiang Luoli cried excitedly.
　　 Although she is the jewel in the palm of the Jiang family, it is impossible to eat dragon meat casually, let alone the quasi-superior level dragon meat.
　　 And she is backed by the Jiang family, and she is not afraid of revenge from the Ancestral Dragon Nest.
　　 Jun Xiaoyao can also eat, but before that, he has one more thing to deal with.
　　 He walked to the corpse of Long Haotian, raised his hand, the vast golden mana surged out, and began to extract the Long Yuan from the corpse of Long Haotian.
　　 Generally speaking, when Long Yuan is completely refined, it is impossible to extract it.
　　 But Long Haotian has not completely digested Long Yuan, so he can still extract it.
　　 After a while, a group of golden dragon yuan was extracted, and it seemed to contain a mini dragon, roaring at Jun Xiaoyao.
　　 "Can a mere dragon yuan~EbookFREE.me~ still stump my son?" Jun Xiaoyao's mouth evoked a cold arc.
　　 He raised his hand, and once again urged the idol to restrain the prison, this time it was a different change.
　　 A pitch-black furnace emerged from the top of his head, with a terrifying aura of refining everything in the world.
　　 "What kind of means did the King's God Son display?"
　　 "How do I feel that my soul seems to be sucked into that melting pot?"
　　 A group of young Tianjiao shuddered and feared.
　　 Jun Xiaoyao During this year's retreat, Shenxiang Zhen Prison Jin has made further progress.
　　 The strongest attack, with the Spear of the Underworld.
　　 The strongest defense, guarded by the of darkness.
　　 The strongest speed, with demon wings.
　　 Now, what Jun Xiaoyao is showing is the fourth change of Shenxiang Prison Power.
　　 The strongest refining, furnace.
　　 Hell Furnace, you can refine everything.
　　Whether it is used to confront the enemy, or to refine the heavens and materials, it is very practical.
　　 The Dragon Yuan, with almost no resistance, was absorbed into the Hell Furnace and began to forcibly refine it.
　　 A dragon yuan is made up of the life-long flesh and blood essence and rune supernatural powers of a dragon clan powerhouse.
　　 Even Long Haotian was barely refining, not completely integrated.
　　 But now, Jun Xiaoyao has easily refined it, without any sense of reluctance, and it is even less likely to be blown up.
　　 There is no energy yet, capable of bursting the body of the ancient sacrament.
　　 And as soon as Jun Xiaoyao refined Long Yuan, his breath rose again uncontrollably.
　　 rumbling!
　　 Misfortune clouds began to gather in the sky, thunder rolling.
　　 "Could it be... the King's Son is going to break through again?!"