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

Desolate and dilapidated temple.

A middle-aged man with a shaggy beard is sitting here alone.

The hands and feet are in shackles, and the chains pass through its lute bone.

On his back is a heavy ancient monument, with the handwriting left by the tyrant body engraved on it.

This scene seems to make people feel a little desolate, a little lonely, and my heart is sour.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would never have believed that the person in front of him was a desolate holy body.

But the resonance caused by the bloodline made Jun Xiaoyao very sure.

This person is the ancient holy body.

It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in some old gray cloth, with a shaggy beard, cloudy eyes, and messy black hair.

It looks like a middle-aged uncle who is down and out drunk at the wine market.

No one would have thought that this was a desolate holy body.

The ancient sacred body, even if it declines, still gives people a feeling of blood rushing into the sky and coercing the galaxy.

And the desolate and ancient holy body in front of him is like a frustrated middle-aged uncle in the mortal world.

"Uncle, we brought you something delicious, we'll eat the roast chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, carrying a cleaned Lingyu chicken in her hand.

The man smiled, and there was a look of kindness in his eyes.

Some rough big hands caressed Xiao Xuanxuan's small head.

"Uncle, this little brother is also a desolate holy body. He is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitement.

"My lord, the new Holy Body has finally arrived." Ning Defa handed over to the middle-aged man with respect in his eyes.

Even if the middle-aged man looked down and out, their words were full of respect.

The middle-aged man turned his attention to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.

Jun Xiaoyao can feel that the realm of middle-aged men is not weak.

Not to mention, it is also the Holy Land.

The Holy Master Realm, compared with the Supreme, seems to be nothing.

But you must know that the ancient holy body is imprisoned by heaven and earth, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

In recent times, even the desolate holy body in the realm of saints is rare.

The Desolate Holy Body in the Holy Master Realm is already extremely enchanting.

The Fallen Holy Body that Jun Xiaoyao obtained before was nothing but a saint.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.

He is an anomaly, signed to a Eucharist born to break the shackles, and cannot be counted.

The middle-aged man in front of him is a desolate holy body in the Holy Lord Realm.

But Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the blood in his body was depleted, his vitality dried up, and he was extremely weak, as if he was going to the end of his life.

Those chains, as well as the ancient stele, were all consuming the blood in the man's body.

"I have something to say to this little brother." The middle-aged man said, his voice hoarse.

Ning De understood, took Xiao Xuanxuan and Ning Chen's hands and said, "Let's go, let's roast this chicken."

"Oh, roast chicken!" Xiao Xuanxuan giggled.

Ning Chen also wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the backs of the brothers and sisters leaving, the middle-aged man's cloudy eyes showed a touch of love.

Jun Xiaoyao said at this time: "It seems that the seniors take good care of this pair of brothers and sisters, and even don't hesitate to give them the little Holy Body essence and blood that they have left."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the man was not surprised, but said leisurely.

"I think, even if I fall, one day, I will be able to join the Holy Body and leave a little spark."

"This pair of children, born with amazed bones, has more holy blood in the body than the descendants of the other temple guardians. They are sparks, and they will be enough to start a prairie in the future."

The man's tone was flat, and he didn't have any resentment because of his own situation.

"These few drops of Eucharistic blood essence are also from senior." Jun Xiaoyao took out the ancient sacred body essence and blood that was auctioned off.

The man's face was still calm, and he nodded lightly.

"Why don't you resist?" Jun Xiaoyao asked this question.

In his opinion, this Holy Body is by no means the kind of person who is greedy for life and fears death.

He was willing to endure the humiliation of being restrained.

"I am the last hall master of the ancient temple, and also the last holy body. My talent is limited. I have only broken five shackles.

"I'm already ashamed of my ancestors, and I don't want to be involved in the lineage of the temple guardians who swore to the death to follow the Holy Body lineage."

"I originally wanted to die in battle, but at a certain moment, I saw that pair of brothers and sisters, as if I saw a spark of hope."

"I want to survive, even if I suffer humiliation, I have to protect that village and continue the spark..."

The man looked up, his eyes still bright.

In the dark, turn to the light.

He can die.

But before he died, he had to see with his own eyes that pair of brothers and sisters, growing up and continuing the glory of the Eucharist.

At this moment, Rao is as indifferent as a gentleman, and his mind can't help but shake slightly.

He could understand why Xiao Xuanxuan would say that the uncle is the hero who protects them.

"I don't know the senior's honorable name?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone also carried a touch of respect.

"My name is Wuhu." The man named Wuhu said hoarsely.

Man as his name suggests.

To protect means to protect.

Precisely because of his protection, there is still a spark in the body of the Holy Body.

"Senior Wuhu, since I am here, I will not allow all tragedies to happen."

"The Desolate Ancient Temple, and the lineage of the temple guards, will not decline just like this!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was firm.

"Don't know the name of the little brother?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, breaking away from that desolate emotion.

"Next, Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Jun Xiaoyao...the surname is Jun...could it be..."

As if thinking of something, Wu Hu couldn't help but flash a hint of surprise in his cloudy eyes.

"Could it be, that gentleman..." Wuhu said in surprise.

"That's right, I'm from the Huanggu Jun's family." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Wu Protector's body was suddenly shocked, and an unprecedented golden light burst out in his eyes.

His silent blood seemed to be boiling, and he looked at Jun Xiaoyao as if he were looking at rare treasures.

Martial Protector naturally knows about the Huanggu Jun's family.

That is a horror family that has inherited countless epochs in the fairyland.

Even the desolate ancient temple in its heyday did not dare to underestimate the Jun family.

Ordinary immortal forces, the ancient temple will not be in the eyes at all.

But facing the Jun family, it is as strong as the ancient temple, and it must be treated with courtesy, not casual.

Wuhu never imagined that this generation of the ancient sacred body actually came from the Jun family.

With such a strong background, maybe the ancient temple and the guardians of the temple have the possibility to rise again!

However, it wasn't until Musuke showed his joy.

Jun Xiaoyao released his own breath again.

That breath made Wu Hu's face freeze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sensed some unbelievable fact!

"This...how is this possible, there is no feeling of being suppressed in your bloodline breath, could it be..."

Rao is the heart of Wuhu, and he couldn't help but his voice trembled.

Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "The following is the complete desolate holy body that broke the ten shackles."

boom!

These words were like thunder, flashing through Wu Hu's mind, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.

Then, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, tears dripping down his cheeks.

Emotions are hard to suppress.

What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the rise of the Holy Body!