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

Outside the imperial capital of the ancient country of Suzaku, the mighty three ancient coalition forces attacked again.

It's just that many sergeants' faces still have some sense of shock.

After all, the last time he was scared by the Fenglinhuoshan four guards of the Jun family.

However, although there was a sense of fear remaining in the heart, the coalition forces were not too flustered.

Because they also listened to what the generals above said, this time there will be big figures in the line, with the help of mysterious forces.

Even if the son of the Jun family came forward, it could not prevent the ancient kingdom of Suzaku from being destroyed.

As for the ancient country of Suzaku, preparations were already made.

Tens of thousands of Suzaku gurus guarded outside the imperial capital.

The Lord Suzaku, Bai Yuer and others have also appeared.

"Isn't the son of God come yet?" Bai Yuer asked to the attendant.

"Return to the emperor, the news has passed, I guess it will come soon." The attendant said.

"Good." Bai Yuer nodded slightly.

Without seeing Jun Xiaoyao, her heart would never be stable.

On the other side, the coalition forces of the three ancient nations have already approached the imperial capital.

Above the sky, three figures appeared. It was the three kingdom masters Qinglong, Baihu, and Xuanwu.

However, what made the Lord of Suzaku and others noticed was.

Behind the three of them, in the void, there was a gorgeous bed carved out of gold.

That's right, it's an extremely wide bed.

The four corners of the bed are carved with dragon heads.

There are also gauze tents covering all sides, but vaguely, you can see many graceful shadows in it.

In this scene, the Suzaku Kingdom Master was a little surprised.

Could it be that the mysterious young man in the eyes of the Lord Qinglong was on the bed.

But this is too weird, who would make a bed sacrifice into a royal artifact?

Lord Suzaku thought of this, but his face was abrupt.

"No...Is that one?" The Suzaku's heart sank slightly.

If it is really what he guessed, then the situation is not good.

Even with the support of the Jun Family God, it would be extremely troublesome.

"Haha, Lord Suzaku, meet again." Lord Qinglong chuckled lightly.

This time he seemed very confident.

"It seems that you are still unwilling to die. Didn't you eat enough of your last loss?" Kingdom Lord Vermilion was also very hardened.

He is backed by the Jun Family God Son, so there is no need to be too jealous of the mysterious son.

At this moment, from the golden dragon bed, there was an extremely cold and arrogant voice.

"Lord Suzaku, Lord Benhou will give you one last chance, surrender to me, hand over something like that, and..."

The voice paused, then said.

"Let the emperor worship Yuer and become the concubine of Lord Benhou."

The arrogant and arrogant tone resounded between heaven and earth.

The faces of people on the side of Suzaku ancient country were flushed with anger.

The Lord Suzaku's face was also extremely cold, but his heart sank completely when he heard the mysterious son calling himself Lord Benhou.

Ten have, that is, that one can't be wrong.

However, at this moment.

A more icy and domineering voice sounded from the sky.

"Let the person of the son of God become a concubine, what are you?!"

In the depths of the imperial capital, a golden light burst out.

It was a mighty and mighty nine-headed lion, pulling a golden chariot into the air.

A peerless figure of abundance **** stepped on the chariot, like a white-clothed **** king, shaking the world with power!

And behind him, the four Jun swordsmen, leading Fenglinhuo's four guards, seemed to be crushed by four torrents of destruction!

"The Son of the Jun Family is here!"

"That's the top of the Primordial royal family, nine lions, actually used to pull carts!?"

"Fenglin Volcano four guards are also here!"

Allied forces of the three ancient nations suddenly rioted.

After all, there are still shadows in their hearts.

Not only the Four Guards of Fenglin Volcano, but also Jun Xiaoyao, Slaying the Immortal Sword Art, killing tens of thousands of sergeants with one sword, it is a devil!

Jun Xiaoyao stands above the sky of the imperial capital.

The arrival of him and Fenglinhuo's four guards calmed the hearts of everyone in the ancient kingdom of Vermilion.

Bai Yuer's eyes flashed, revealing joy.

Because what Jun Xiaoyao is talking about is a person who is the son of God.

That means she belongs to Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if it is a female slave, it is also Jun Xiaoyao's female slave.

"Son of God." The Lord Suzaku arched his hand slightly towards Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and looked at the golden dragon bed.

He had some guesses, and if he was right, he would not leave ten.

"The son of the king's family is as arrogant and arrogant as the rumors are."

A cold voice came from the golden dragon bed.

Jun Xiaoyao's reprimand made him extremely unhappy, but due to the power of the son of the Jun family, he was not directly angry.

"It seems that you are the man behind the three ancient kingdoms." Jun Xiaoyao stood with his hands in his hands, his tone of voice faint.

"Black Hand? Haha, Lord Benhou just wants to subdue some subsidiary forces." That voice said.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed.

This is obviously an excuse.

His purpose is the bronze compass inherited from the four ancient countries.

To subdue the power is nothing more than a cover-up.

And he called himself Lord Benhou.

Jun Xiaoyao has almost guessed who he is.

"My son doesn't like someone hiding his head and showing his tail in front of me show up!"

Jun Xiaoyao's face was faint, his hand squeezed his fist mark and blasted out with a punch.

His realm at the moment was in the late Guiyi realm, and it was much better than the previous Shenqiao realm.

The same moves and bursts of power are completely different.

A lifelike golden dragon blasted out the boxing edge that was entwining him. It was Dragon Fist.

Everyone only heard a dragon chant, a golden dragon, passing by, bombarding the golden dragon bed.

Jun Xiaoyao hasn't blessed the power of the idols to restrain the prison, but this punch is enough to crush thousands of mountains!

"Humph!"

There was a cold snort in the golden dragon bed.

A palm came out, the mana gushing out, as if it instantly turned into ten thousand palms, slapped the void, causing the space to be slightly shaken and overturned.

"Huh? Hunyuan Sanshou... It seems that he is right." Jun Wanjie's eyes flashed.

He had almost determined the identity of that person before, but now that his magical powers are displayed, his identity is fully revealed.

Rumble!

In the void, the two men collided with each other, causing a lot of waves.

Countless people below are speechless.

Is this the battle fluctuation of Guiyi Realm Tianjiao? How does it feel as terrifying as a saint?

The violent air wave swept the Quartet, and Jun Xiaoyao's figure remained unshakable.

But the golden dragon bed was shaken back, and even the gauze tents were torn and fluttered.

Finally revealed the figure in it.

Many of the exposed Mi Ji was directly shaken to death by this shock wave, and fell on the bed in all directions.

In the center of the bed, a young man with a jade crown on his head and a red gold robe, an ordinary, featureless youth with a cold expression on his face, staring at Jun Xiaoyao.

"Sure enough, it is you, Panwu Shenchao, champion Hou!" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.