Chapter 702: With the power of one person, Jun Xiaoyao supports the saint body and one vein, personally...

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The world is dead, and the rain of blood soars!
Against the backdrop of a blood-stained sky, Jun Xiaoyao had a handsome face like ice, with long hair floating, wearing a desolate armor, and a great desolate halberd in his hand pointing diagonally to the ground.
At this moment, he doesn't have the fluttering white fluttering temperament of the past.
On the contrary, it looks like a domineering young God of War, like the incarnation of a catastrophe, purifying the world with the power of killing and trembling!
In the sky and the earth, countless lights converged on him.
Ji Qingyi, Ru Ying, Sheng Xuan Yi, this famous ancient road, endless radiant Tianjiao.
At this moment, in front of Jun Xiaoyao, everything seemed to be extremely ordinary, and the light was lost.
Jun Xiaoyao is the existence that makes them all need to admire and awe!
But Ning Defa and other Dahuang villagers were extremely excited and tearful.
How many years have it been!
How many years have they been oppressed by the Cang family!
Today, Jun Xiaoyao calmed the anger in their chest!
At this moment, the eyes of more than three hundred Dahuang villagers were full of fanatical admiration and worship.
It seems that Jun Xiaoyao is the only deity worthy of worship in their hearts!
"We, follow the adults forever, until we die!" Ning Defa roared like an old lion, and knelt down at Jun Xiaoyao.
The more than 300 villagers who survived also knelt down.
"It's really a blessing to have you in the Saint Body line..." Wu Hu was completely relieved, with a smile of relief on his blood-stained face.
"One day, I will become as powerful as my big brother!" Ning Chen's eyes were full of respect.
"Is this... the kind of great hero mentioned in the grandfather's story?" Xiao Xuan Xuan stared blankly, her big eyes full of longing and admiration.
The figure standing on the sky and watching the sky was deeply engraved in her young heart and could never be erased.
But at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao standing on the sky, between his eyebrows, his coldness remained undiminished.
He completely ignored the countless awe-inspiring gazes around him.
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Right now, Jun Xiaoyao had only one thing to do, which was to destroy the Domineering Star Cang Family.
However, before that, he still needs to do something.
"Today, the son of God announced that the desolate ancient temple and the people who guard the temple will rise again in the fairyland, no one can stop!"
Jun Xiaoyao's voice was vigorous and spread throughout Cang Ming.
Everyone was shocked and shocked.
Is Jun Xiaoyao going to use the power of one person to once again support the weak body?
but……
Looked at the last saintly body guard who had almost reached the end of life, and the three hundred deserted villagers.
Everyone can't imagine how the desolate ancient temple can rise again.
No matter how strong Jun Xiaoyao is, he is only one person, how can he support the whole sacramental line?
Compared with the doubts of the audience.
Ning Defa and other Dahuang villagers have only deep gratitude in their eyes.
However, they also have self-knowledge, knowing that relying on their own strength alone cannot revive the line between the ancient temple and the guardian.
Wu Hu also smiled and said: "With your words, I am relieved, and I can leave everything to you with peace of mind."
Wu Hu felt that the fire of his life began to extinguish.
But he had no regrets, and still had a smile on his face.
"Senior Wuhu, you can't resign, you have to see the defeat of the Tyrant Body with your own eyes." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.
"I can persist until now, I am content, and I know where my limits are." Wu Hu shook his head, very relieved of life and death.
"Since my lord Xiaoyao has inherited from the ancestors of the Desolate Ancient Temple, it is natural to contribute to the Desolate Ancient Temple."
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and slapped it on his chest, and then, drops of bright red like onyx, golden lustre of Eucharist essence and blood emerged.
The quantity is densely packed, not one drop or two drops, three drops and five drops.
Instead, hundreds of drops of Holy Body Essence and Blood were directly tempered by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Jun Xiaoyao, no!" Wu Hu's eyes shook, and he spoke to stop him.
Now Jun Xiaoyao is the hope of the Eucharist, absolutely nothing can go wrong!
"My lord, you are..." Ning Defa and other Dahuang villagers were also stunned.
There was also a crowd of Tianjiao onlookers who were also gaping, dumbfounded, and staring blankly.
Holy Essence and Blood, so precious, one drop is enough to sell for sky-high prices.
And now, Jun Xiaoyao casually sacrificed hundreds of drops of Eucharist blood!
The most important thing is that the Essence of the Eucharist is extremely important to the Ancient Eucharist.
Wouldn't Jun Xiaoyao's move hurt himself?
Everyone looked at Jun Xiaoyao's face, and was surprised to find that Jun Xiaoyao's face was as calm as usual, not pale or weak.
"These essences and blood are bestowed to you, and it is the most joyful to report your own hatred." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"But you..." Wu Hu stopped talking.
"Don't worry about me. Did Senior Wuhu forget that pool of Saint Body Essence?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
He would naturally not do anything to damage himself.
Last time he injured himself, it was to save Jiang Shengyi.
And to be honest, although Jun Xiaoyao respects Wuhu and these villagers in the wilderness.
But compared with Jiang Shengyi, they are obviously not comparable.
It is not realistic to ask Jun Xiaoyao to squeeze himself out to help them.
However, Jun Xiaoyao had refined a pool of Eucharist blood before.
At this moment, the sacred body essence and blood in his body was already full of vigor and strength.
The most important thing is that the sacred body essence and blood that Jun Xiaoyao absorbed, Qi Qi finally turned into his own body essence and blood.
But Jun Xiaoyao is a Eucharist who broke the ten chains.
His Eucharist essence and blood are essentially different from those of the Eucharist ancestors.
Each of the three hundred Dahuang villagers received a drop of Jun Xiaoyao's Eucharist.
Old man Ning Defa got five drops.
Ning Chen and Xiao Xuan Xuan each got ten drops of blood.
As for Wuhu, Jun Xiaoyao handed out fifty drops of Holy Essence and blood to him.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't want Wuhu to fall.
It would be a pity if a sacred master-level ancient sacrament fell.
"After you finish refining, we will return to the Domineering Cang Family, where we will get revenge, and there will be revenge!" Jun Xiaoyao said.
"My lord is right, the humiliation of our temple guards must be cleaned up by us personally!"
"Follow your lord, UU read www.uukanshu.com, step on the star and destroy the Cang family!"
The villagers of the Three Hundred Wildernesses, no, they should be called the Three Hundred Temple Guardians at this moment, and their eyes are full of vengeful anger.
Even some old people like Ning Defa were all enthusiastic at the moment, and the silent traces of the Eucharist blood in the body seemed to be activated.
They began to sit down and practice, preparing to refine the sacred body essence and blood bestowed by Jun Xiaoyao.
"Can it still work?" Wu Hu also sat down cross-legged.
To be honest, with his current state of exhaustion, even if he has refined the sacred body essence and blood, it is estimated that he will not be able to recover.
It's like a spring that is almost drying up. Even if water is poured in, it will treat the symptoms rather than the root cause, and it will eventually dry up.
"How do you know if you don't try?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
The Essence of Eucharist that broke the ten chains, maybe it will bring a miracle?