In the golden seven-story pagoda.
On each floor, there is a source of immortality.
In each piece of the fairy source, there is a holy child-level Tianjiao from Gu Xianting.
In Jun Xiaoyao's soul perception.
The tempering aura that the entire holy mountain exudes is all converging towards the golden pagoda.
Then poured into the seven sealed saint children.
In other words, these seven saint children who were sealed by the ancient fairy court.
In the long sleep ti, they are all being tempered by the aura of the holy mountain.
They take the breath of the holy mountain as nourishnt to temper themselves.
After such a long ti, it is hard to imagine how strong these seven ancient fairy court sons have beco.
"But why do they sleep in the forgotten kingdom?"
This is Jun Xiaoyao's point of doubt.
The forgotten country is closed, and the ti of birth is uncertain.
If Ancient Xianting wanted to seal the seed-level Tianjiao, it should not be sealed in the forgotten kingdom.
In contrast, these seven ancient fairy court saints are more like soone who was sealed here with them.
It's like Yanyun eighteen riders, sleeping with Emperor Haotian.
"Could it be that there are still big figures in Ancient Xianting here, and these seven saints are just followers?"
Jun Xiaoyao suddenly thought of it.
"But no matter what, first of all, this golden pagoda has to be destroyed." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed coldly.
He already knows so causes and consequences.
The most important thing now is to destroy the golden pagoda of the town's holy mountain.
And just when Jun Xiaoyao wanted to make a move.
In all other directions, there are also so Tianjiao who have co up.
They saw Jun Xiaoyao and others at a glance.
"It's you!"
The first to co up was the line of Xing teorite.
Xing teorite, Long Xuan and others saw Jun Xiaoyao with a touch of coldness in their eyes.
When fighting for the Feixian Waterfall in the Forgotten Lands before, they were also pitted by Jun Xiaoyao.
There is no chance to win the Feixian Waterfall.
Imdiately, Yuhui, Yu Mo, Bai Luoxue and others in the eighteenth ride of Yanyun also ca up.
They glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, and a strange color suddenly appeared in their eyes.
The eighteen riders of Yan Yun had so feelings between each other.
They could vaguely feel the breath of Ziyan Tianjun.
In other words, Ziyan Tianjun and others fell into the hands of this black robe man.
But Bai Luoxue looked at the black-robed man, and for so reason, she felt more uneasy in her heart.
Imdiately, Yan Xiao of Zhu Rong Xiantong, Yao Junzi of Shennong Xiantong and other Tianjiao, and even Qin Yuanqing and others, also ca up.
For a while, the atmosphere stagnated.
"Hey, is that the seed-level figure of Gu Xianting?"
Yan Xiao, Junzi Yao and others looked at the seven figures sealed in the golden pagoda, revealing a look of surprise.
"If you can win them over..."
The descendants of the great immortals began to liven up their minds.
"I'll talk about this later, but right now, there are still so private enmities that need to be resolved."
Xing teo said coldly, looking at Jun Xiaoyao.
"It's a coincidence, we also have private feuds that need to be resolved."
Yuhui and Yumo also stepped forward.
Yan Xiao and Yao Junzi saw this scene, looked at each other, and then took a step back.
They don't want to get involved in the three-way war.
This black-robed man, they had seen before, was from Ling Yuan's line.
And Yuhui Yumo and others belonged to Emperor Haotian.
Naturally, there is no need to say more about Xing teorite and others.
Their three veins are the strongest tripartite forces, and they stand together.
The other Tianjiao of Xiantong only watched from the sidelines.
Qin Yuanqing also watched.
He also wanted to confirm whether his thoughts were right.
"You guys step back first."
Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand to let Lu Fugui, Mo Yanyu and Chi Youxian retreat.
Lu Fugui hesitated, because those opponents at the mont were not easy to provoke.
Yuhui and Yumo joined forces, and even Emperor Haotian couldn't ignore it.
Xing teorite is a sacrant of fighting and fighting, and its combat effectiveness is even more powerful.
There is also Long Xuanyi, the son of the ancient emperor Longteng.
One or two are not easy to provoke.
Unless the identity of the black-robed man is really what he guessed.
As for Mo Yanyu, she simply stepped back.
She was the only person present who knew the identity of Jun Xiaoyao.
In her eyes, although these opponents are strong, they cannot be Jun Xiaoyao's opponents.
"It seems that this battle is unavoidable." Jun Xiaoyao's tone is still very indifferent.
Yan Xiao and others looked at Jun Xiaoyao curiously.
In the face of Xing teorite, Long Xuanyi, Yuhui, Yu Mo and other peerless arrogances, they could still be so calm.
His identity is arousing curiosity.
"Do you think that if you have Lingyuan to support you, you can provoke to wait?" Xing teo's breath shook.
Several people faintly blocked the retreat around Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.
"I think you have misunderstood from beginning to end."
"what?"
Several people looked indifferent.
"You guys, don't deserve to provoke , will the true dragon in the nine heavens provoke the loach in the mud?"
Jun Xiaoyao's words suddenly changed the expressions of the few people present, even more cold.
boom!
Xing teorite shot directly.
He is a resolute temperant.
With a punch, the world is shaking.
Fighting the Eucharist, known as the first combat effectiveness.
Of course, there may be so water in it, but the strength of this Eucharist is also beyond doubt.
Jun Xiaoyao also blasted a punch, and the two punched each other.
boom!
With a thunderous bang, Xing teorite only felt a monstrous power from his arm.
He was as if hitting a rock with an egg, his chest trembling sharply, the blood in his body was surging, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, but he still swallowed it.
"you…"
Xing teoshen looked suspicious.
"One force drops ten guilds, fighting skills are worthless in the face of absolute strength." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Not to ntion his power, completely overwhelm Xing Shen teorite.
Even if he talked about fighting skills, cultivated the God of War catalog, and confronted Emperor Luangu with Jun Xiaoyao, he was only stronger than Xing teorite.
"who are you?"
Long Xuanyi also stepped out.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't answer, but said indifferently: "Let's go together, otherwise, I'm not even interested in making a move."
"It's really a bit arrogant." Yu Mo said.
"But this reminds of a person who used to be so arrogant, but now he is lying in his ancestral land to heal his wounds." Yu Hui said indifferently.
Tianjiao at the scene took a look at each other, all knew who Yuhui was talking about.
But Mo Yanyu couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.
She really wanted to see these people, the funny expressions after knowing the truth.
Jun Xiaoyao was very indifferent to this, he stepped out.
Suddenly, the entire holy mountain seed to tremble.
An extrely terrifying aura erged, and the power of qi and blood rushed to the heavenly spirit, as if it had turned into a dragon of qi and blood.
At the sa ti, ten thousand runes appeared, as if the avenues between heaven and earth were resonating with them.
This breath burst out, and it was not weaker than the feeling of the pressure of the holy mountain.
All Tianjiao's expressions changed drastically at this mont, and said in amazent.
"Innate Eucharist Dao Fetus!"
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