ing an aura of grandeur...A roar echoed from within."You, Jun Xiaoyao, and I, Yang Pan, are destined to be enemies!"Hearing this sound, the maids and attendants outside the palace hall all turned pale...The mere thought of such a possibility sent shivers down Jun Xiaoyao's spine.
After collecting the remains of the ancient saintly body, everything could be considered fulfilled.
Jun Xiaoyao this time entered the Panwu Ridge, signing in to get the Panhuang Years Sword, obtained the Fallen Saint Physique of the Sage Realm, and also got the Saint Sense of Panwu Emperor.
All in all, it was a worthwhile trip, fruitful and rewarding.
Subsequently, Jun Xiaoyao left the ancient hall and swept outwards towards Panwu Ridge.
Ji Xiaoyao didn't care about the other opportunities in Panwuling, as he didn't think much of this place. There were no resources like Xianyuan here.
Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao left without any hesitation.
Outside, many people are still discussing what happened before.
Especially Jun Xiaoyao's performance was astonishing to the extreme.
Pan Wu Shen Zhu and the others, however, remained with grim faces.
This time, the Wu Shen Dynasty has made a fool of itself.
After this, I'm afraid the various factions in the fairy world will laugh at me for a long time.
And just at that moment, as they entered the ancient stele site of Panwu Ling, a beam of light descended from above. From it walked out a peerless figure in white, spotless and ethereal - none other than Jun Xiaoyao.
"Oh, is it the divine son of the Jun family"
"How did he get out so quickly"
Many people were stunned to see Jun Xiaoyao appear.
They originally thought that Jun Xiaoyao would at least stay inside for a few days and nights.
Could it be that your family's divine child failed the test and was forced out some people thought.
Pan Wushen's lips curled into a cold smile: "Jun Xiaoyao, why did you come out so soon There are quite a few opportunities in Pan Wulings."
His words were a blatant mockery.
"Well, the harvest is pretty good. Enough for us," Jun Xiaoyao said nonchalantly.
He's in good spirits now, after all, he gained a lot.
"Hmm"
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's carefree smile, Pan Wusheng instinctively felt a jolt in his heart, sensing something amiss.
Then, amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he vanished into Mount Panwu.
Then, all they could hear was a roar of anger from the God Lord Panwu.
"My goodness, what did your divine son take from Mount Panwu"
"Yeah, hearing the enraged roar of the Panwu Divine Lord, I feel his heart is bleeding..."
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
The value of the Primordial Sacred Body is self-evident.
Even a fallen Holy Body is priceless, let alone the possibility of restoration in the future.
Jun Xiaoyao now took away the Fallen Holy Body, Pan Wu Shenzhu must be furious and spitting blood.
At the exit of the ancient stele, the figure of the Martial God appeared, his face ashen and grim.
Jun Zhan Tian stepped out and said: "Pan Wu Shenzhu, this opportunity belongs to whoever gets it, you can't go back on your word."
Pan Wu Shen, the god of war, panted like an ox. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned away, saying: "Let's go. Don't let this king see you again."
The Disk Martial Godmaster is truly afraid of this great Buddha, Jun Xiaoyao.
"Well, Jun Mo wishes to stay in the Divine Dynasty for a few more days, to enjoy the scenery and ponder the might of the Martial God Lord. You needn't rush to issue a decree of expulsion." Jun Xiaoyao smiled serenely.
The back of the God of War trembled slightly, and then he waved his hand coldly and said: "The banquet is over, everyone disperse!"
Having said that, he blurred and vanished from the spot.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Can't even the God of the War dodge thisheir disapproval.But secretly, they were gloating and delighted.Not only them, but many people also believe that Jun Xiaoyao's mood shouldn't be too good right now.After all, playing against Heaven's...