"Then...that aura is fairy energy?"
Both Wang Teng and Long Aotian's eyes were round and protruding.
Their eyes were fixed on the immortal energy wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao, and their hearts were filled with overwhelming shock.
Fairy spirit!
It's not a description, but a real ray of fairy spirit!
"How is it possible? Isn't it said that only talented people who have great opportunities on the imperial road can condense immortal energy? Why have you condensed it now?"
With Wang Teng's deep character, he couldn't help but lose his voice.
The power of a wisp of immortal energy is extremely terrifying.
On the Imperial Road, the genius who has condensed a celestial spirit can often crush the other geniuses, and can be called the little giant on the Imperial Path.
However, now, before the Imperial Road is opened, Jun Xiaoyao has already condensed a ray of immortal energy.
Doesn't this mean that Jun Xiaoyao has already become a giant before he enters the imperial path?
This was unacceptable to Wang Teng and others.
If outsiders knew that Jun Xiaoyao had now condensed immortal energy, it would definitely cause a big shock!
Long Aotian's eyes were also shaken, with a cold look on his face.
Jun Xiaoyao's strength exceeded his imagination time and time again.
"You know nothing about power." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were filled with teasing and pity.
If he were to put himself in his shoes, if he were Long Aotian or Wang Teng, he would also be desperate when meeting an opponent like himself.
"If we act together, Jun Xiaoyao must die!" Long Aotian roared wildly.
Wearing the Emperor Dragon Arms, his strength temporarily reached the Taoist realm, and he also displayed the great magical powers of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan.
"Taixu Dragon Fist!"
Long Aotian punched out, and the Dao lines intertwined, turning into a mighty fist light, as if there was the sound of an ancient dragon roaring, shaking the void!
Wang Teng also used his trump card.
Because he knew that if he didn't use it again, he might not even have the chance to use it.
"Kill me to know the way!"
Wang Teng held the golden holy sword, using his heart as the sword, and the mighty golden sword light swept out, with a terrifying will to kill me to achieve enlightenment!
The two of them have used all their cards and join forces now.
Even the former Prince of Hades might be seriously injured in the face of the desperate fight between the two at this moment.
But Jun Xiaoyao's face was as calm as a lake.
It activated Da Luo's immortal immortal body and blessed a physical body with immortal energy.
Now Jun Xiaoyao doesn't even need to use any great magical powers.
He simply pushed it away with one palm!
Wisps of Dao lines appeared in the void, and the wisps of physical immortal energy on his body also trembled slightly.
Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao's palm wind became more fierce, causing violent ripples in the void.
boom!
Jun Xiaoyao pressed away with a palm, blessed by the two ultimate powers of Da Luo's immortal immortal body and physical immortal energy.
This palm is simply a hundred times more powerful than any great supernatural power!
boom!
Wang Teng and Long Aotian flew out like kites with broken strings. Their bodies made a cracking sound of broken bones, and blood mixed with internal organs spit out from their mouths.
With one palm, Wang Teng and Long Aotian were severely injured!
Boom!
The two figures hit the ground heavily.
The imperial dragon weapon on Long Aotian's body was full of cracks.
Wang Teng was also vomiting blood and his face was extremely pale.
despair!
Even with the arrogant personalities of Long Aotian and Wang Teng, their hearts were filled with despair at this moment.
Jun Xiaoyao is simply too strong to be human!
"Why, why does a monster like Jun Xiaoyao appear in this life?" Wang Teng was puzzled.
He himself was already considered a monster, but in front of Jun Xiaoyao, he was nothing more than a monster.
"You are not worthy of the name of Young Emperor." Jun Xiaoyao rushed out a divine chain of order between his eyebrows, turned into a golden dagger, and slashed at the soul in Wang Teng's head.
Poof!
Wang Teng's whole body fell backwards, and his soul was torn apart by the Yuan Huang Dao Sword.
Jun Xiaoyao then looked back and looked at Long Aotian indifferently.
"now you."
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, and the immortal energy of the flesh wrapped around his arm.
With the blessing of physical immortal energy, Jun Xiaoyao's current physical strength has broken the limit of tens of billions of kilograms!
With this punch, the mountains will be blown into powder!
"Haha...Jun Xiaoyao, do you really think you are destined by fate?"
Long Aotian wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, his face was ferocious, and his eyes showed a trace of evil and madness.
"Oh?" Jun Xiaoyao looked at him lightly.
"I, Long Aotian, am the master of destiny!"
After Long Aotian finished speaking, the jet-black dragon-shaped ring on his finger suddenly emitted a strange black light.
Then, a terrifying aura rose into the sky.
It's like the portal to Hell is opening, and the endless evil wind is billowing.
The dark soul power condensed in mid-air, and finally turned into a tall demonic shadow with black dragon scales all over its body.
A terrifying aura emanated, and the faint pressure was actually stronger than the average Supreme Being.
Even stronger than Demon King Li Xin, one of the Eight Tribes of the God King!
"This is..." Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows slightly, but his expression remained calm.
"As long as I kill this person, I will agree to all your requests!" Long Aotian looked at Jun Xiaoyao coldly with hatred in his eyes.
"Don't worry, you are destined to me. Your enemies are nothing more than ants in front of me." The demonic figure with black dragon scales said indifferently.
"This aura is incompatible with the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm. Could it be the remnants of the supreme power left by the powerful people from the foreign land?" Jun Xiaoyao said thoughtfully.
"Oh, I'm quite sensible. This emperor is from a foreign land, a descendant of the fallen dragon clan, the Evil Dragon Emperor!" said the demonic figure.
"That's it." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.
It must have been the evil dragon emperor's remnant that resided in the dark evil dragon ring, which was then picked up by Long Aotian.
I have to say that Long Aotian has a lot of opportunities.
"Jun Xiaoyao, prepare to die." Long Aotian's face was filled with the joy of revenge.
Even if there is only one residual thought left by the Evil Dragon Emperor, it is definitely not something that Jun Xiaoyao can resist.
At this time, on the other side, Wang Teng, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly struggled to get up.
"Huh?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a strange color.
After Wang Teng stood up, his face still remained pale, but his eyes when he looked at Jun Xiaoyao were also extremely cold.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you made me realize what death is. Next, you will also taste this feeling." Wang Teng's voice was full of murderous intent.
"Interesting, haven't I already cut off your soul?" Jun Xiaoyao asked curiously, still indifferent.
"Haha..." Wang Teng smiled, and light suddenly surged between his eyebrows.
Immediately, a broken ancient talisman was suspended in the void, exuding an imperial power.
"Incomplete imperial soldiers?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed slightly.
This incomplete ancient talisman actually had the effect of protecting the soul, which was beyond Jun Xiaoyao's expectation.
Wang Teng and Long Aotian have extraordinary luck, and they can find their own opportunities in the Bronze Immortal Palace.
But this is fine, Jun Xiaoyao is interested in harvesting the fattened leeks.
