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

Right now, Jun Xiaoyao is still unable to break through this sealing formation.

But without this heavenly staff, the entire sealing formation began to become unstable.

The empress' body was crippled, and her aura was too terrifying.

Even without consciousness, the power of his instinct alone is enough to shake the entire seal.

"Must ask Hui Buddha to come, Chen Xuan, you should take this responsibility seriously."

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, and a spar was in his hand.

It is the photo stone.

It records the scene before Chen Xuan.

Of course, Jun Xiaoyao didn't want Chen Xuanxuan's identity to be exposed, because it would cause some unpredictable situations.

So Jun Xiaoyao only recorded it, and the Heavenly Dao Staff broke the seal.

And the scene when Chen Xuan was about to seize it.

Although this may not be able to completely determine Chen Xuan's guilt.

But it definitely hurt him.

The so-called child of luck is like a spring, only the harder it is pressed, the higher it can bounce.

"Chen Xuan, I want you to grow up quickly, for your own good, so don't blame me."

Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

In fact, this Chen Xuan, and the previous Lu Yuan, were far from even considered opponents in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes.

But it's just leeks and chess pieces.

What Jun Xiaoyao really cares about is that they all have that mysterious mark.

The cause and effect behind the mysterious imprint could possibly involve a real big fish.

"Could it be the so-called true emperor's successor?"

Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

If so, the emperor's successor would be a bit smart, and he was different from some of his previous opponents.

Instead of standing in front of the stage, he chose to be behind the scenes, using the child of luck as a **** to observe the situation secretly.

"No matter what, it will be investigated in the end."

Jun Xiaoyao disappeared in place and left.

And in about the same time.

another place.

Wenhui Fozi, throwing off the blood demon king who was chasing and killing before, is on his way to the bottom of the dead sea.

However, he suddenly felt a shock, the entire Dead Sea seemed to be trembling, and there was a surging aura.

"Not good!"

Wenhui Fozi's face was startled, he speeded up, and turned into a golden rainbow and escaped from the sky.

At the same time, at the edge of the Dead Sea.

There are also monks from some forces who have killed here, but the number is not many.

Among them was Xia Yuhua.

As the prince of Great Xia herself, her strength is not weak. Although she has not reached the quasi-emperor level, it is not far away.

The most important thing is that she awakened the fate of the mysterious bird.

This kind of luck will protect her in the dark, even in such a battlefield, she has not encountered too many dangers.

"Did Xiaoyao enter the Dead Sea?"

All the way, Xia Yuhua didn't see Jun Xiaoyao.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, a storm broke out in the Dead Sea, and the blood-colored wave hit the sky, and an extremely terrifying breath shook the heavens.

This wave radiated out, causing countless creatures to lose their voices in the entire battlefield.

"It's the breath of the empress!"

Some blood creatures couldn't help exclaiming, with fanatical worship in their eyes.

And the cultivator of the origin universe has a shocked expression on his face.

"This is…"

When Xia Yuhua sensed this breath.

She suddenly had a certain reaction, her soul was tingling, and her soul was shaking.

She felt an inexplicable force surging in her body, her blood seemed to be hot, and she felt a burning sensation on her back.

It was as if a red-hot soldering iron was stuck to his back.

But Xia Yuhua is not an ordinary person after all, and she didn't show an abnormal state, but frowned slightly.

At the same time, far away in Tangling Temple.

In the depths of the temple, in a quaint meditation hall.

An old monk in an old monk's robe sits cross-legged on a futon and meditates.

At a certain moment, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes.

In his pair of cloudy old eyes, there seemed to be golden lotus flowers blooming, carrying auspicious meanings.

"not good."

There was a golden Buddha's light rising from the old monk's body, filled with mysterious meaning, and there were waves of fluctuations in the space.

His figure instantly blurred and disappeared in place.

This is exactly one of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, the magical foot power.

The so-called supernatural power is not the kind of effort in the literal sense.

It is a kind of powerful Buddhist supernatural power that can travel all over the world as one wants without hindrance.

Of course, it is difficult for ordinary Buddhist practitioners to cultivate to this level.

But this old monk was different.

He is the abbot of Dongling Temple, Lianhua Buddha Sage, he has cultivated his whole life, and his achievements have participated in good fortune. Although he has not reached the level of Dongling Buddha Emperor, he is not far behind.

…

The bottom of the dead sea eye.

"Who is plotting against me!"

Chen Xuan yelled and woke up.

His face was pale, there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, and his frontal bone was in severe pain, as if it was about to split open.

The primordial spirit was even more impacted. If it weren't for the protection of the Sansheng reincarnation seal, 80% of them would be gone.

"Who the hell!?"

Chen Xuan's lips trembled, his liver hurt from anger, his internal organs were trembling, and his blood seemed to be burned out by anger.

It stands to reason that no one should know the purpose of his trip, let alone that he would come to fetch the Heavenly Dao staff.

But now, the Heavenly Dao Staff is gone, and naturally it was taken away by the person who plotted against him.

"who is it…"

Chen Xuan kept thinking in his mind.

But I can't think of anything.

Although those thatched cottage disciples often mocked him.

But it was precisely because of this that he would not notice him, let alone follow him.

"correct…"

Chen Xuan suddenly thought of the young man in white who came to the thatched cottage with Xia Yuhua that day.

That is Jun Xiaoyao.

At that time, Chen Xuan felt a faint threat from Jun Xiaoyao.

However, Jun Xiaoyao didn't even say a word to him, let alone have any contact with him.

How could it be possible to know his background and thoughts?

Chen Xuan was really puzzled.

But no matter what, this time he stumbled and suffered a dull loss.

As for the more serious matter, is not the only one.

Seeing the constantly vibrating sealing formation, Chen Xuan's expression turned ugly.

This time, he lost his wife and lost his army.

But at this time, a figure flashed over and landed on this place, it was Wen Hui Buddha.

"Brother Chen, what's going on?"

Chen Xuan's expression froze and he didn't answer.

Wenhui Fozi took a look, and his face changed.

"The Heavenly Dao Staff is gone, how is it possible?"

Wen Hui's eyes subconsciously fell on Chen Xuan.

If Chen Xuan took away the Heavenly Dao staff, then the matter would be serious.

The entire sealing formation will be unstable, and the energy breath of the empress' remnant body will leak, which may make the blood race even more crazy, or cause some unknown transformation.

All in all, the consequences are dire.

Chen Xuan naturally didn't want to bear this black disaster.

He directly shook his head and said, "Buddha, you misunderstood."

"To be honest, when I came here, someone plotted against me behind my back. I don't know who it is."

"But it must have been stolen by him."

Chen Xuan's explanation made Wenhui Fozi frowned.

Let's not talk about how the mysterious man took away the Heavenly Dao Staff.

Is Chen Xuan alone so easy to be plotted against?

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But right now, the situation is critical, and before asking Hui Buddha, he and Chen Xuan were quite close.

So he didn't ask for the time being, but sacrificed the treasure of Dongling Temple, the wheel of the prayer wheel, to assist in sealing the formation and suppressing the remnant body of the empress.

But what made Wenhui Fozi's face freeze.

The sealing formation still showed no signs of stabilization.

"This is troublesome..."

Wen Hui Buddha secretly sighed.

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