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Desolate and ruined temple.
A middle-aged man with a stubborn beard sits here lonely.
His hands and feet were shackled, and the chains passed through his lute bone.
On his back is a heavy ancient stele with the writings of the Tyrant's body.
This scene seems to be a bit bleak, a bit lonely, and sad.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would never believe that the person in front of him was an ancient sacrant.
But the kind of resonance aroused from the bloodline made Jun Xiaoyao extrely sure.
This person is the ancient Eucharist.
It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, wearing a sowhat old gray cloth shirt, unshaven beard, muddy eyes and ssy black hair.
He looked like a middle-aged uncle who fell drunk at the wine market.
No one would have thought that this was an ancient sacrant.
The desolate ancient sacred body, even if it declines again, will give people a feeling of blood rushing into the sky and coercing the galaxy.
The ridiculous ancient sacrant in front of him is like a frustrated middle-aged uncle in the red dust.
"Uncle, we brought you delicious food, we will roast chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, carrying a cleaned spirit feather chicken in her hand.
The man smiled, with a touch of love in his eyes.
So rough hands stroked Xiao Xuan Xuan's small head.
"Uncle, this little brother is also an ancient sacrant, he is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitent.
"My lord, the new Eucharist is finally here." Ning Defa arched his hand at the middle-aged man, with respect in his eyes.
Even if the middle-aged man looks like this down and down, their words are full of respect.
The middle-aged man cast his eyes on Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.
Jun Xiaoyao can feel that the realm of the middle-aged man is not weak.
Less to say, it is also the Holy Master Realm.
The holy main realm, compared with the supre, seems to be nothing.
But you must know that the ancient sacred body is imprisoned by the world and it is extrely difficult to cultivate.
In modern tis, even the desolate ancient saints in the realm of saints are rare.
The desolate ancient sacrant of the Holy Master Realm is already extrely enchanting.
The fallen Eucharist that Jun Xiaoyao got before was no more than a saint.
As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.
He is an anomaly, and he signed a sacred body that was born to break the shackles, which can't be counted.
The middle-aged man in front of him is a ridiculous ancient sacrant in the Holy Lord Realm.
But Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the qi and blood in his body were declining, his vitality was dried up, and he was extrely weak, as if he was going to the end of his life.
Those chains, as well as ancient monunts, were all consuming the blood in the man's body.
"I have sothing to say with this little brother." The middle-aged man said, his voice hoarse.
Ning De eagerly understood, and pulled up the hands of Xiao Xuan Xuan and Ning Chen: "Go, let's roast this chicken."
"Oh, roast chicken!" Xiao Xuan Xuan chuckled.
Ning Chen also wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the back of the brother and sister leaving, the middle-aged man's muddy eyes had a touch of love.
Jun Xiaoyao said at this ti: "It seems that the senior takes care of this pair of brothers and sisters very much, and even gives them the little Eucharist essence and blood left in him."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the man was not surprised, but said leisurely.
"I think, one day, even if I fall, I will be able to Communion and leave a little sparkWelfare] Give you a cash red envelope! Follow the vx public [Book Friends Base Camp] to receive it!
"This pair of children are naturally surprised by their bones. They have more holy blood in their bodies than the descendants of other temple guardians. They are sparks, and they will be enough to set a prairie fire in the future.
The man's tone was plain, and he did not have any resentnt because of his own situation.
"These drops of Holy Body Essence and Blood are also from the predecessors." Jun Xiaoyao took out the wild ancient Holy Body Essence and Blood that had been auctioned off.
The man's face remained calm, and he nodded lightly.
"Why don't you resist?" Jun Xiaoyao raised this question.
In his opinion, this eucharist is definitely not the kind of person who is struggling for life, greedy for life and fear of death.
He was willing to endure the humiliation of being restrained.
"I am the last Lord of the Desolate Ancient Temple, and also the last eucharist. I have limited talents. I only broke the five chains. I can only cultivate to the Holy Master Realm at most, and I can't make any progress."
"I am ashad of my ancestors, and I don't want to burden the line of guardians who swear to follow the line of the Eucharist."
"I originally wanted to fight to death, but at a certain mont, I saw the brother and sister, as if I saw the spark of hope."
"I want to survive, even if I suffer all the humiliation, I will protect that village and continue the spark..."
The man looked up, his eyes still bright.
In the dark, the heart is bright.
He can die.
But before he died, he had to see the brother and sister with his own eyes, growing up and continuing the glory of the Eucharist.
At this mont, Rao is as indifferent as a king, and his mind can't help but shake slightly.
He understood why Xiao Xuan Xuan would say that the uncle is the hero who protects them.
"I don't know the na of the predecessor?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone is also with a touch of respect.
"My na, Wu Hu." The man nad Wu Hu said hoarsely.
People live up to their nas.
Protection, on behalf of the guardian.
Because of his guardianship, there is still a trace of spark in the line of the Eucharist.
"Senior Wuhu, since I am here, then no tragedies will be allowed to happen."
"The deserted ancient temple, there is also a line of people who guard the temple, and it will not fall away!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was firm.
"I don't know the na of the little brother yet?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, breaking away from the sad emotions.
"Under, Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Jun Xiaoyao...surnad Jun...Could it be..."
As if thinking of sothing, Wu Hu couldn't help flashing a sense of surprise in his muddy eyes.
"Could it be that you..." Wu Hu said in surprise.
"Yes, Lai Xia cos from the desolate ancient monarch's house." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Wu Hu's body shape suddenly shocked, his eyes burst with unprecedented golden light.
His silent blood seed to start to boil, looking at Jun Xiaoyao as if looking at a rare treasure.
Wuhu naturally knows the ancient monarch's house.
That is the terrifying family that has inherited countless eras in the fairyland.
Even in the desolate ancient temple in its heyday, he did not dare to underestimate the monarch's house.
Ordinary immortal forces, the desolate ancient temple would not be in the eyes.
But in the face of the monarch, it is better than the deserted ancient temple to treat each other with courtesy, not casual.
Wu Hu never expected that this generation of ridiculous ancient sacrant ca from the Jun family.
With such a strong background, maybe the line between the ancient temple and the guardian is really possible to rise again!
However, does not wait for Wu Hu to show joy.
Jun Xiaoyao released his own breath again.
That breath made Wu Hu's face freeze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sensed a certain fact that he couldn't believe!
"This... how is this possible, in your blood and breath, there is no feeling of being suppressed, is it..."
Rao Yi Wuhu's disposition couldn't help his voice trembling.
Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "Below is the complete ancient sacred body that has broken the ten chains."
boom!
This remark was like thunder, flashing through Wu Hu's mind, making his whole body tremble.
Then he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, tears all over his face.
The emotions are too exciting to suppress.
What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the rise of the Saint Body!
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