A desolate and ruined temple.
A middle-aged man with an unkempt beard sat here alone.
His hands and feet were shackled, and the chains passed through his bones.
Carrying a heavy ancient monument on his back was engraved with the handwriting left by Ba Ti.
This scene makes people feel a little desolate, a little lonely, and sour in their hearts.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would never have believed that the person in front of him was an ancient holy body.
But the resonance caused by the bloodline made Jun Xiaoyao extremely sure.
This person is the ancient holy body.
It was a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, wearing some old gray cloth clothes, with an unkempt beard, cloudy eyes, and messy black hair.
He looked like a middle-aged man who was drunk at the liquor market.
No one would have thought that this was an ancient holy body.
Even if the ancient holy body is in decline, it still gives people a feeling of energy and blood soaring into the sky and overwhelming the galaxy.
The ancient holy body in front of him was like a frustrated middle-aged uncle in the world of mortals.
"Uncle, we have brought you delicious food. We will roast the chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, holding a cleaned spiritual feather chicken in her hand.
The man smiled, with a look of kindness in his eyes.
Some rough hands caressed Xiao Xuanxuan's little head.
"Uncle, this little brother is also an ancient holy body. He is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitement.
"Sir, the new Holy Body has finally arrived." Ning Defa held his hands over the middle-aged man with respect in his eyes.
Even though the middle-aged men looked like this, their words were full of respect.
The middle-aged man turned his attention to Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.
Jun Xiaoyao can feel that the middle-aged man is not weak.
Not to mention it is also the Holy Lord realm.
The Holy Lord Realm seems to be nothing compared to the Supreme Being.
But you must know that the ancient holy body is imprisoned by heaven and earth and is extremely difficult to cultivate.
In recent times, even ancient holy bodies in the saint realm were rare.
The ancient holy body in the Holy Lord realm is already extremely evil.
The fallen holy body that Jun Xiaoyao obtained before was only at the saint level.
As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.
He is an anomaly. He signed a holy body that was born to break the shackles, so he cannot be counted.
The middle-aged man in front of him is an ancient holy body in the Holy Lord realm.
But Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the energy and blood in his body were declining, his vitality was drying up, and he was extremely weak, as if he was about to reach the end of his life.
Those chains and ancient monuments were all draining the man's energy and blood.
"This little brother and I have something to say." The middle-aged man said with a hoarse voice.
Ning De understood what they were doing, took Xiao Xuanxuan and Ning Chen's hands and said, "Let's go roast this chicken."
"Oh, roast chicken!" Xiao Xuanxuan chuckled.
Ning Chen also wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
Watching the brothers and sisters leaving, the middle-aged man had a look of love in his cloudy eyes.
Jun Xiaoyao spoke at this moment: "It seems that senior takes good care of these brothers and sisters, and even gave them the few remaining essence and blood of the Holy Body."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the man was not surprised, but spoke leisurely.
"I just thought that even if I die one day, I can still leave a spark of the Holy Body."
"This pair of children are born with amazing bones and have more holy blood in their bodies than other descendants of the temple guardian lineage. They are sparks that can start a prairie fire in the future."
The man's tone was calm, and he did not have any resentment because of his situation.
"These few drops of holy body essence and blood must also belong to the seniors." Jun Xiaoyao took out the ancient holy body essence and blood obtained from the auction.
The man's face remained calm and he nodded lightly.
"Why don't you resist?" Jun Xiaoyao asked this question.
In his opinion, this Holy Body is definitely not the kind of person who lives an idle life and is greedy for life and afraid of death.
But he was willing to endure the humiliation of being restrained.
"I am the last Hall Master of the Ancient Temple and the last Holy Body. My talents are limited and I have only broken five shackles. At most, I can only cultivate to the Holy Lord Realm, and I can no longer advance further."
"I have already been ashamed of my ancestors, and I don't want to implicate the lineage of temple guards who have sworn to follow the lineage of the Holy Body."
"I originally wanted to die in battle, but at a certain moment, I saw the brother and sister, as if I saw a spark of hope."
"I want to survive, even if I suffer humiliation, I still want to protect that village and continue the spark..."
The man looked up, his eyes still bright.
When you are in darkness, your heart is toward the light.
He can die.
But before he died, he also wanted to see the brother and sister grow up and continue the glory of the Holy Eucharist.
At this moment, Rao was as indifferent as Jun Xiaoyao, and his mind could not help but waver slightly.
He finally understood why Xiao Xuanxuan said that the uncle was a great hero who protected them.
"I don't know your senior's surname?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone also contained a hint of respect.
"My name is Wuhu." The man named Wuhu said in a hoarse voice.
A person lives up to his name.
Hu means protection.
Precisely because of his protection, there is still a spark of fire in the holy body.
"Senior Wuhu, since I'm here, I won't allow any tragedy to happen."
"The ancient temple and the lineage of temple guards will not decline like this!" Jun Xiaoyao said firmly.
"You still don't know your little brother's name?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, breaking away from that desolate mood.
"I'm here, Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Jun Xiaoyao...surnamed Jun...could it be..."
As if he had thought of something, Wu Hu could not help but feel a flash of surprise in his cloudy eyes.
"Could it be that gentleman..." Wu Hu said in surprise.
"That's right, I come from the Huanggu Jun family." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Wu Hu's figure suddenly shook, and an unprecedented golden light shot out from his eyes.
His silent blood seemed to begin to boil, and he looked at Jun Xiaoyao as if he were looking at a rare treasure.
Wu Hu naturally knows about the ancient king's family.
That was a terrifying family that had inherited the Immortal Realm for countless epochs.
Even the ancient temple in its heyday did not dare to underestimate the Jun family.
Ordinary immortal forces, the Ancient Temple will not take them seriously at all.
But facing the Jun family, which is as powerful as the ancient temple, we must treat them with courtesy and not be casual.
Wu Hu never expected that this generation of ancient holy bodies would come from the Jun family.
With such a strong background, maybe the lineage of the Ancient Temple and its guardians might really rise again!
However, Wuhu didn't wait for his joy to show.
Jun Xiaoyao released his aura again.
That aura caused Wu Hu's face to freeze instantly, his pupils to shrink suddenly, and he sensed some unbelievable fact!
"This...how is this possible? There is no feeling of being suppressed in your bloodline aura. Could it be..."
Even with Wu Hu's temperament, he couldn't help but his voice trembled.
Jun Xiaoyao said calmly: "Below is the complete ancient holy body that has broken ten shackles."
boom!
These words were like thunder, passing through Wu Hu's mind, causing his whole body to tremble uncontrollably.
Then, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his arms wet with tears.
The emotions were so intense that it was difficult to suppress them.
What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope for the rise of the Holy Body lineage!
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