Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Just when Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Child stepped onto the ancient battlefield at the same time.

In the void around the ancient battle platform, countless Dao patterns emerged, like a woven net, imprisoning the surrounding space.

No one outside can disturb them.

Even the strong saints cannot interfere in the battle.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you just defeated a few Tianjiao, do you really think that you are invincible in the younger generation of Xianyu, better than you..."

The Fallen Angel opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, Jun Xiaoyao stepped forward, clenched his fists with five fingers, and slammed into the Fallen Child.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of talking to the dead."

Jun Xiaoyao's fist was shocking, and along with his fist, the surrounding space was filled with shadows and cracks.

The Fallen Angel's expression changed, and the surrounding black air filled the air.

He also probed his hand and blasted out with a palm, carrying a surging evil spirit.

boom!

After the one-hit confrontation, the Fallen Angel flew upside down, and his entire arm made a clicking sound.

He flew out hundreds of feet and hit the barrier of the void pattern before stopping.

dead silence...

The countless monks from the Senluo mainland who were watching the battle, as well as some Tianjiao from the Immortal Realm, were all dumbfoundedly watching the scene in front of them.

This……

Not quite right.

It stands to reason that it should not be a fierce confrontation between the two.

Why now, with a single punch, Jun Xiaoyao knocked the Fallen Son into the air?

The Fallen Angel coughed twice, and his face was extremely gloomy.

There was a trace of shock in his eyes.

Only he himself knew that his physical body was different from ordinary people and was carefully "manufactured" by the Fallen God Palace.

It can be said that in terms of physical power, the Son of a Fallen God has never been afraid of anyone.

But now, Jun Xiaoyao simply punched him back, and even his arms were trembling faintly.

This is astonishing. It is the first time that the Son of a Fallen Angel has been crushed by other geniuses of the same generation in the flesh.

"Huh? The body of this Fallen Angel..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes showed a strange light.

He also obviously discovered the strangeness of the Fallen Son's flesh.

But that doesn't matter.

In the same generation of Tianjiao, compared to the flesh, Jun Xiaoyao is the first, I am afraid no one dares to say the second.

Jun Xiaoyao grabbed it casually, his mana surged, turned into the spear of the Underworld God, and pierced through the Fallen Son.

The Fallen Angel quickly adjusted his state.

After all, he is also the young supreme of the Fallen God Palace.

"What about the Desolate Holy Physique, the physique that has fallen cannot rise again." The Fallen Angel said, as if adding confidence to himself.

He shot again, the power of the flesh was surging, and the black evil spirit wrapped around his palm, bombarding the spear of the underworld god.

With a loud bang, the void exploded, the black and white wings of the Fallen Angel shook, and the figure turned into a speed, killing Xiangjun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also used the Devil's Wings, and then punched again.

The two fists handed over, and the rumbling sound was like beating a drum.

The void is vibrating and resonating, as if it can't bear this huge force.

"This Fallen God Son is so powerful that he can actually fight back and forth with the Jun Family God Son."

"Someone is also a god child of the Fallen God Palace, so this kind of behavior is normal."

"But how do I feel that the god son of the Jun family is not serious, like he is playing a game."

Some Xianyu Tianjiao who were watching the battle whispered.

As for Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong and others, they were not worried about Jun Xiaoyao at all, and their faces were calm.

On the contrary, it was the monk of the Temple of War Demons, with a sense of apprehension.

They don't know how strong Jun Xiaoyao is, so they are inevitably worried.

"Young Master, let Qingying see your true strength." Yan Qingying's dark eyes also revealed a trace of curiosity.

The person she wants to follow naturally cannot be mediocre.

What she wanted to see was that Jun Xiaoyao used her real strength to completely conquer her.

In the ancient battle platform, the two fists staggered.

Jun Xiaoyao did not exert all his strength, he was observing the flesh of the Fallen Son.

The body of the Fallen Angel is very strange, a little like his own.

Jun Xiaoyao is very curious about this.

As for the Fallen Angel, he had the illusion that his physical body was enough to compete with Jun Xiaoyao.

"The Desolate Holy Body, that's all." The Fallen Son's confidence became stronger and stronger.

He now feels that Jun Xiaoyao's power should be spread based on falsehoods.

"Oh... I understand, it's not yours, it's not yours." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were deep, and he glanced at the Fallen Angel.

The Fallen Angel's expression changed slightly, and he was surprised.

Could it be that Jun Xiaoyao has seen through his body?

But it doesn't matter if you see through it, the Fallen Angel believes that Jun Xiaoyao can't deal with him.

"Now that you understand, there is nothing to delay." Jun Xiaoyao directly urged the idol to suppress the prison.

The golden blood gushed out like a volcano, turning into a lifelike golden statue.

The golden idol roared in the sky, as if it could suppress the Eight Desolations and Ten Realms.

Jun Xiaoyao threw a punch, releasing all his power, and 3.7 billion catties of divine power poured out, directly shattering the space in front of him.

The Fallen Angel made the same move, wanting to fight again.

But this time, he was completely discolored.

A terrifying giant force burst out, like an ancient giant beast crushing everything.

He was directly knocked out, coughing up blood, and the bones of his arms were cracked by the shock.

This punch, with the power of the previous punches, is almost incomparable, and it directly crushed him.

This not only shocked the Fallen Son, but also caused all the spectators around to take a deep breath.

"Is this the strength of the Jun Family God Son after seriousness?" Many Tianjiao Tianjiao looked at each other and saw the shock in the eyes of both parties.

Fallen Angel, what kind of existence is that, one of the most terrifying young supreme beings in the Immortal Realm.

But now, they have been beaten by Jun Xiaoyao one after another.

On the other hand, the Son of a Fallen God couldn't do any harm to Jun Xiaoyao.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are hateful!"

The Fallen Angel wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his anger blazing.

He was always the only one who pressed others to fight, and no one else pressed him to fight.

Jun Xiaoyao, is the first one.

The Fallen Angel made his move, manifesting the terrifying supernatural powers of the Fallen God Palace.

The suffocating energy surged around him, and behind him, it seemed to condense into the appearance of an eight-armed Yama.

The Son of the Fallen slapped his palm again, as if eight dark palm prints appeared, and even the void was about to collapse!

"It's the magical powers of the Fallen God Palace, the eight-armed Yama hand!" Some Immortal Realm Tianjiao couldn't help but exclaimed.

The eight-armed Yama hand is the terrifying supernatural power of the Fallen God Palace, and it is extremely powerful.

If these eight palms are hit, the gods and Buddhas will collapse.

When Jun Xiaoyao saw this, he held the seal of the king in his hand, and a phantom of the emperor appeared behind him, with a majestic figure, supporting the sky and stepping on the ground.

He squeezed the seal formula in his hand and collided with the magical power of the Fallen Angel.

One side manifested the eight-armed Yama phantom, and the palm print shattered the sky and the earth!

One side manifests the figure of the Emperor Tongtian, and a seal suppresses the universe!

Emperor to Yama!