Rumble!

After a deafening sound, the Colorful Thunder Tribulation fell on the place where Jun Xiaoyao was.

In an instant, seven-colored thunder spread out, filling all directions, making a crackling sound.

Jiang Luoli's mind was full of excitement, and the whole person seemed to be wooden, and her delicate body couldn't move.

"Dead?" muttered the surrounding celestials.

Ji Qingyi and the others, their eyes were also locked on the top of the altar.

It stands to reason that it is completely impossible for Jun Xiaoyao to resist the Colorful Thunder Tribulation.

As the thunder dissipated, everyone's eyes froze at the same time.

There was a look of horror on their faces.

Because you are safe and sound!

And the reason why he was safe and sound was because there was a heroic and majestic figure in front of him.

The black hair hung down at his feet, and the whole person exuded an aura like an abyss.

It is the Fallen Eucharist!

The fallen holy body roared in the sky, and its black hair fluttered, like an unyielding god and demon!

"This ......"

Not to mention anyone else, it was Jun Xiaoyao himself, who was also stunned for a moment.

He did not pour his soul power into the Fallen Eucharist.

In other words, the Fallen Eucharist now acts according to its own will, not under the control of the king.

But this ...... How can it be?

Jun Xiaoyao had doubts.

However, he thought about it again, when he was controlling the Fallen Eucharist before, at some moments, there seemed to be a little clarity in the eyes of the Fallen Eucharist.

At that time, Jun Xiaoyao didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was an illusion.

Now it seems that the fallen Holy Communion still maintains a deep level of consciousness?

"But, why did he take the initiative to protect me?" Jun Xiaoyao wondered again.

At this moment, above the heavenly dome, there was a roar again.

For failing to kill Jun Xiaoyao with one blow, the sky seemed to be very angry, and colorful thunderbolts slammed down.

Every thunderbolt can easily kill a saint.

The fallen holy body roared, and as soon as the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, the whole person rose into the air and faced those thunderstorms.

Within the rift of the Ten Realms, no Saint Realm powerhouses are allowed.

But at this moment, the Fallen Holy Body is simply using the power of the flesh to resist the power of the Seven Colored Thunder Tribulation, and does not have the mana of the Holy Realm.

Boom! Boom!

Thunderbolts slammed into the Fallen Eucharist, but the Fallen Eucharist did not retreat.

Even when his flesh began to crack, he did not retreat.

Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath, he did not hesitate, seized this opportunity, and continued to comprehend.

In his body, the Ten Realms Immortal Seed had completely disappeared, turning into food to nourish that mass of energy.

That mass of energy is the way that belongs to Jun Xiaoyao himself.

Among them, there seems to be a scene of opening the world and evolving the chaos of the universe.

As this aura gradually diffused, the void around him collapsed little by little, turning into nothingness.

It is like a free way, which must be above the heavens and all the ways, and create its own rules.

"As soon as my way comes out, ten thousand ways collapse!"

Jun Xiaoyao has an understanding, and he concentrates all his attention on his body.

Within himself, it was as if a world was about to evolve.

That is his world, that is his way, that is his way.

As Jun's understanding deepens, the power of the Colorful Thunder Tribulation is getting stronger and stronger.

Even the body of the fallen Eucharist began to crack and gradually crumble.

However, the Fallen Eucharist is still like a hard wall, resisting everything for the king.

This may be a kind of support for the same ancient holy body.

The Fallen Eucharist hopes that Jun Xiaoyao will be able to raise the power of the Ancient Holy Body and embark on an unprecedented path.

For the Ancient Holy Body, remove all shackles and curses.

Rumble!

In the end, the endless colorful thunder tribulation directly submerged the fallen holy body.

His physical body began to disintegrate.

The Fallen Eucharist is, after all, a Fallen Eucharist, not an ancient Eucharist in its heyday.

His physical body has also undergone countless experiments and transformations, and after all, he still lost some of the characteristics of the Ancient Holy Body.

Therefore, under this terrifying world-destroying thunderstorm, the Fallen Holy Body finally could not support it.

His body began to fall apart, and finally shattered with a bang.

In the moment of crumbling.

It seems that there is a sentence that has come into Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"The Eucharist is up to you. ”

"Remember...... Go to the Ancient Temple......"

Rumble!

After supporting Jun Yaoyao and exuding the last residual heat.

The Fallen Eucharist finally disintegrated completely, turned to ashes, and disappeared into the world.

Hearing this, Jun Yao had no time to move.

He was concentrating on deducing the rules.

But he heard it and remembered it.

There is no obstacle to the Fallen Eucharist.

The Colorful Thunder Tribulation can finally be slashed at Jun Xiaoyao without hindrance.

And at this moment, around the altar of the Heroic Spirit, endless Heroic Spirits appeared again.

When Jun Xiaoyao was about to climb to the top of the altar before, tens of thousands of heroic spirits also appeared.

And now there are tens of thousands of heroic spirits that have emerged.

There are literally hundreds of thousands.

Don't think that this number is huge.

You know, this is the amount accumulated over countless eras and time.

"This ...... Is it really a dead end!"

Seeing the hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, Jiang Luoli's face turned pale.

Ji Qingyi and the little demon fairy were also a little chilled.

They knew that the road could be difficult, but they didn't expect that it would be this degree.

It's no different from a dead end.

But the next moment, something surprising happened.

Those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits were not aimed at Jun Yaoyao, but roared at the heavens!

That's right, it's a roar to God!

They used to be ancient heroes who had climbed the altar, and they also wanted to carve out their own path like Jun Xiaoyao.

But they all failed.

for Heaven will stop them.

And now, after many eras, there are finally people who have the possibility to walk out of their own way.

These heroic spirits emerged, not to deal with Jun Xiaoyao, but to help Jun Xiaoyao and deal with this unjust God!

Why should man be trapped in heaven and earth?

Why, they can only be prisoners in shackles!

It's a rebellion against fate!

Thundered!

Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, all in unison, rebelled against the heavens!

What a terrifying power this is, even the Colorful Thunder Tribulation, it is necessary to retreat!

And Jun Yao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, is like the only god.

Look at the depraved Holy Body, look at the hundreds of thousands of heroic souls who protect him.

Even if you are free, there is coldness in your eyes.

In the dantian in his body, the mass of energy was infinitely compressed, and finally seemed to turn into nothingness.

But out of nothingness, a point suddenly emerged.

This point seems to encompass all things and the universe, and a new path gradually emerges.

This point does not belong to this heaven and earth, but is created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.

At this point, it is about to take shape.

Above the sky, colorful thunder tribulations were intertwined, and finally turned into a thunderous face.

The thunderous human face, incomparably huge, filled the heavenly dome.

It opened its mouth, and a terrifying pillar of thunder light poured down towards Jun Yao.

Even those hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits, struggling to fight back, were unable to resist, and they all turned into ashes in the screams.

Faced with this last resort that God wanted to kill him.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm.

His way, his way, is about to be formed, how can he give up here?

"Come on, I'm free, I want to compete with the Heavenly Princess!"

Jun Xiaoyao snorted coldly, raised his hand, and three sword rays pierced the vast sky and earth, and appeared.

Faintly, there was a faint imperial power, emanating from it.

"That's ......"

Ji Qingyi, Little Demon Immortal, Lethe Chuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining Tianjiao.

His pupils widened, he took a deep breath, and his heart set off a huge wave!

Is that...... Belong to the power of the emperor!