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

Just when the whole fairyland was surging.

Jun Xiaoyao, located in the center of the eye of the storm, is about to reach the imperial capital of the Panwu dynasty.

He passed several teleportation formations halfway and reached Panwu Daozhou.

The imperial capital of the Panwu dynasty was in the central area of ​​Panwu Daozhou.

There is only half a month left, enough for Jun Xiaoyao's next arrangement.

At this time, the sound of nine lions came from outside the car.

"Master, in front is the capital of the Emperor Panwu."

Jun Xiaoyao heard the words and took a look at the curtain.

Ahead, a majestic and majestic city with extreme majesty, towering above the earth.

The entire giant city is wide and boundless, and its walls are like the Great Wall extending to infinity from left to right.

Within the imperial capital, there are pavilions, towers and pavilions, noisy markets, and crowds.

There are many floating islands suspended in the sky, and palaces are scattered on them, just like gods.

"This Martial God dynasty is worthy of being an immortal dynasty, but it also has a certain atmosphere." Jun Xiaoyao looked at it.

Immortal Taoism, transcendence above, is the giant of Xianyu, each is not simple.

It is precisely because of this that, although the Jun family and the Ancestral Dragon Nest have deep hatred, they have never set off an immortal battle.

Because both sides know that it is not that simple to completely eradicate one party's immortal forces.

Of course, strictly speaking, it is Zulong's Nest that is more afraid of the monarch.

And the Panwu God Dynasty, as the Taoism created by the Panwu Emperor, although it is not at its peak, it has not fallen much.

Jun Xiaoyao's figure fell from the sky, and the nine lions broke free from the reins and followed Jun Xiaoyao.

"Dog left, are you too conspicuous like this?" Jun Xiaoyao looked sideways.

The nine lions are all poured out of gold, with golden light shining, so that people can't open their eyes. The golden color is too dazzling.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't want to let himself become a monkey in the zoo and be watched by people.

And some of the things he wants to do are inconvenient to be too public.

"Master, can you not call others' real names?" the nine lions whispered, grimly.

Then, its figure shrank suddenly, and finally turned into a one in Jun Xiaoyao's attention...

Uh... Shiba Inu.

That's right, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, this is no different from Shiba Inu.

It's just that this is a nine-headed Shiba Inu, which looks weird and funny.

"Is this a walking emoticon, no matter what." Jun Xiaoyao sighed lightly.

At least the nine Shiba Inu were not so ostentatious.

Jun Xiaoyao held his hand and entered the imperial capital through the city gate like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard.

The sergeant of the Shen Dynasty guarding the gate of the city, seeing Jun Xiaoyao, were all surprised and afraid to stop him.

Because Jun Xiaoyao's temperament is too detached.

The whole body was faintly divine, shrouded in fairy radiance, and the whole body was filled with immortal charm and Taoism.

This is naturally attributed to the Daluo fairy bone he refined.

Jun Xiaoyao's appearance is also shrouded by Xianhui, which makes people indistinct.

Jun Xiaoyao was just like that, without any hindrance, he entered the imperial capital directly.

After Jun Xiaoyao left, a young guard asked in doubt: "Chief guard, why didn't you stop that person to check his identity? All monks must be checked when entering the city."

"You are so stunned, can that kind of character be able to stop the inspection casually, maybe it is a proud man of an immortal orthodoxy, and his status is not lower than that of the princess!" The chief guard glared.

"Oh, that's it." The young guard also nodded again and again, feeling scared for a while.

After Jun Xiaoyao entered the imperial capital, he also attracted a lot of attention.

Although his appearance was concealed by the seemingly non-existent haze, his temperament could not be concealed.

Many young girls, and some powerful female monks, couldn't help looking at Xiangjun Xiaoyao from the corner of their eyes.

There are many people who know Jun Xiaoyao's name in the entire Huangtian Fairyland.

But few people have actually met him.

In addition, there are also many disciples of immortal Taoism, who are in royal bodies, **** bodies, etc., and their bodies are covered with misty charm.

It’s impossible that everyone who has a fairy light shrouded in him is Jun Xiaoyao, right?

Therefore, no one can see through.

At this time, a young girl in a plain blue sarong looked hesitant, but in the end she gritted her teeth and bit her scalp and walked forward.

"This is the first time for the son to come to the imperial capital of the gods. Qin Xuan can lead the son and understand various situations."

The young girl named Qin Xuan was worried.

She had also attracted many disciples from big forces, but it was the first time for a mysterious and transcendent existence like Jun Xiaoyao.

The other female monks only dared to wait and see from a distance, and didn't have the courage to approach.

"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes fell on Qin Xuan, his eyebrows lightly raised.

Qin Xuan was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his cultivation level had reached the Great Perfection in the Divine Bridge Realm.

He noticed this, but didn't say anything.

"Yes, then you can lead the way." Jun Xiaoyao took out a piece of exquisite source of God.

A group of passers-by around were staring at it.

"Fuck, this is a source of superb quality, that son is too tyrant, right?"

"It's definitely a descendant of some immortal force, hey, I really envy that girl!"

There were many exclamations around, and many female monks bit their lips and stomped their feet, cursing that they had missed the opportunity.

Qin Xuan also opened her mouth slightly, looking flattered.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was rather plain.

Because Peerless God Source is already his most common currency.

"My son, let me tell you the latest news. In a few days, the banquet of the eldest princess of God Dynasty will be held."

"There is also the champion, who will fight the king's son at the top of the Forbidden City."

"I heard that the deity of the Jun family is a godlike figure, with an invincible appearance of his peers."

When Qin Xuan said Jun Xiaoyao, her beautiful eyes were full of longing.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao is already a dream in the hearts of hundreds of millions of girls in Xianyu.

The eyes of the nine lions that followed were strange.

If this girl knows that the one next to her is the prince's son she admires and longs for, is she afraid that she will faint with excitement?

But then, when it comes to Champion Hou, her mood is obviously wrong, and there is a fluctuation It seems that there is a kind of hatred in it.

Jun Xiaoyao looked in his eyes and asked casually: "If the son of the Jun family really agrees, who do you hope will win?"

Qin Xuan heard this, with a deep hatred in her eyes, and said without hesitation: "Qin Xuan hopes that the king's son can win, and even kill the champion!"

A different color flashed in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes and said: "At your age, you have the cultivation base of Shenqiao Dzogchen, and your background should not be simple. How can you become a leader?"

Qin Xuan clenched her fists with her five fingers, and said in a deep voice: "I am a member of Qin Tianhou's Mansion, and my father is Shenchao Qin Tianhou."

"And my mother was a well-known beauty in the Shen Dynasty. Later, she was fancyed by the champion Hou and wanted to be included in his harem. My father refused, and was killed by him, and my mother died."

"The entire Hou Mansion has fallen, I can only live outside." Qin Xuan whispered, but the hatred in her eyes was thick and could not be resolved.

"So it is." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

He didn't have much sympathy, after all, there are too many people worthy of sympathy in this world.

Jun Xiaoyao is not the kind of Virgin who pity the miserable people.

"Sorry, I must have made the son unhappy after talking about so many personal matters." Qin Xuan regained her mood and smiled reluctantly.

"Don't you want revenge?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

"Vengeance? The champion Hou is in the Panwu dynasty, like an emperor. Who can get revenge on him?" Qin Xuan said bitterly, very weak.

"Above the imperial city, the top of the Forbidden City, you may be able to look forward to it then."

Jun Xiaoyao whispered, holding his hands and walking in front of him leisurely.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao's back, Qin Xuan was a little stunned for a while.

She didn't quite understand what Jun Xiaoyao meant by saying this.