Wu Hu nodded slightly.
Since Jun Xiaoyao helped him like this, he was embarrassed to give up on himself.
Wu Hu sat cross-legged on the ground, like a tiger protecting his homeland with wounds all over his body.
He directly integrated a drop of holy body essence and blood into his body.
Suddenly, a look of surprise flashed in Wu Hu's eyes.
Because he felt that that drop of essence and blood was extremely pure, as if it was the blood of the same source as the ancient Holy Body.
Compared with this drop of essence and blood, Wu Hu instantly felt that his own essence and blood was extremely turbid and not pure.
What made Wu Hu's heart tremble even more was that he discovered that as he refined this drop of blood essence.
The shackles of the holy body that had not been loosened for a long time actually trembled.
"this……"
Given Wu Hu's character and state of mind, his heart was in turmoil at this moment!
He never expected that the essence and blood of the holy body that broke the ten shackles would be so defiant.
It might even be possible to help him break his chains too!
"Senior, are you okay?" Jun Xiaoyao had already expected this and said with a slight smile.
Wu Hu nodded slightly, thanking him for his kindness. There was no need to say anything, everything was said without words.
The only thing he has to do now is to completely refine these fifty drops of holy body essence and blood.
Wu Hu not only has the hope of survival, but also the possibility of transformation!
It wasn't just Wu Hu who benefited.
The other three hundred temple guards also looked shocked after integrating the essence and blood of the holy body into their bodies.
They felt that the dormant Holy Body blood in their bodies was fully activated.
Even old people such as Ning Defa felt like their blood was thinning.
As for Ning Chen and Xiao Xuanxuan, they already have more Holy Body blood in their bodies than other temple guards.
The benefits are greater now.
"I can also become a strong man like big brother!" Ning Chen's eyes shone with excitement.
"This is all given to us by big brother." Xiao Xuanxuan said gratefully.
It can be said that with Jun Xiaoyao's holy body essence and blood, the strength of both the military guards and the temple guards can be greatly improved.
In less than ten days and a half, they will be completely new!
Seeing the people practicing excitedly in front of him, Jun Xiaoyao also nodded secretly.
If they are willing to join the Emperor's Court, then they will definitely become the sharpest spears in the Emperor's Court.
There are three hundred temple guards, not many in number, but each of them possesses a trace of Holy Body blood, and even a drop of Holy Body essence and blood given by Jun Xiaoyao.
Their future potential is endless.
Not to mention Ning Chen and Xiao Xuanxuan, they will definitely become the leaders of the temple guards when they grow up, and they will not even be much weaker than the real ancient holy body.
As for Wu Hu, if he can join Jundi Ting, he will definitely become one of the pillars of Jundi Ting.
Wu Hu and a group of palace guards all fell into cultivation.
Jun Xiaoyao put away the Desolate God Armor and the Great Desolate Halberd, and returned to his fluttering white clothes. He was as quiet as a banished immortal, and calm and elegant.
Everyone around looked at the tall and tall Jun Xiaoyao, and they were completely unable to connect him with the demon king who had just slaughtered tens of thousands of people in cold blood.
At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao seemed to be displaying his divinity.
As for Fangcai, it was a demonstration of his demonic nature.
"God or demon, Mr. Jun, which one is the real you, or are you both?" Ji Qingyi's face was covered with gauze, and her eyes were filled with deep thoughts.
She thought she had thought deeply enough and seen thoroughly enough.
But Jun Xiaoyao was like a mist, making her completely unpredictable.
I couldn't help but be curious and wanted to explore, but I ended up getting deeper and deeper into it.
When Ruying saw this scene, she couldn't help but sigh: "I thought before that there was no man in this world worthy of my empress."
"Even the ancient emperor's son can't do it."
"But now, seeing this rumored divine son of the Jun family, I actually feel that he is a perfect match for the emperor's daughter."
Ruying herself never thought that she would have such an idea.
Maybe it's because in her heart, the emperor's daughter Ling Yuan is a peerless and extraordinary woman who is aloof and unparalleled in the contemporary era.
She is too proud and too noble.
For any man to stand with her would be an insult to her.
But now, Ruying saw a strange man whose identity, status, strength, appearance, and temperament were not inferior to Lingyuan's.
I even feel that these two people are a match made in heaven.
"Hey, it's a pity that Xianting and the Jun family are destined to have a harmonious relationship." Ruying sighed in her heart.
Not to mention, Ling Yuan is one of the seven rebel emperors.
Will there be a drama about falling in love and killing each other in the future?
Ruying thought with some gossip.
As for Sheng Xuanyi of the Quran Holy Sect, he let out a long sigh.
He felt that his Taoist heart was a little unstable.
There is no way, in front of Jun Xiaoyao, no genius can maintain his posture, and will feel that he is humbled to the dust.
"The death of Shengyu and others was not unjust. I'm afraid it would be very embarrassing for Shengtian and others to face him." Sheng Xuan thought with all his heart.
Generally, geniuses have their own pride and will not admit that they are weaker than others without ever having a real fight with them.
But now, for the first time, Sheng Xuanyi felt fearful and didn't even have the courage to take action.
As for the Seven Killing Thieves, they didn't even think about showing their faces and were hidden in the crowd.
Jun Xiaoyao stood in the void with his hands behind his hands. He wanted to wait for Wu Hu and others to finish practicing before heading to Baxing Cang's house.
"Sir, you are so awesome!"
Taiyin Jade Rabbit Xiaoyu jumped forward, her big red eyes shining with deep admiration.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly and said nothing.
At this time, a beautiful figure in green came across the sky and fell towards Jun Xiaoyao.
When everyone around saw this scene, their eyes showed a strange look.
"It's Fairy Qingyi. She actually took the initiative to talk to the Jun family's divine son."
"They are both the geniuses of the Wild Heaven Immortal Realm. We knew each other before I heard about them."
"But now, Fairy Qingyi is the assistant of the mysterious successor of the Human Immortal Sect. Wouldn't it be bad to get close to the Jun family's divine son like this?"
"What does this mean? If I were Fairy Qingyi, I wouldn't be able to help but approach a man as outstanding as the Lord of the Jun family." Some female monks rolled their eyes.
Women are also very realistic animals sometimes.
Will rely on and worship the stronger.
"Mr. Jun, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect to see you so handsome when we meet again." Ji Qingyi pursed her lips and smiled, elegant and moving.
"Long time see." Jun Xiaoyao said.
Sensing Jun Xiaoyao's calm tone, Ji Qingyi raised her eyelashes lightly and said, "Mr. Jun, could it be that you blame Qingyi for not helping before?"
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head and smiled: "That's not the case. Helping is a matter of affection, but not helping is a duty."
Jun Xiaoyao didn't have the habit of moral kidnapping, and he didn't mind at all when Ji Qingyi didn't help her before.
This is the grudge between the Cang family and the palace guards and has nothing to do with outsiders.
"Then why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time? Mr. Jun's attitude is a bit distant. How did Qingyi make Mr. Jun dislike him?" Ji Qingyi seemed to show a faint resentment.
"That's not true, I just have a question." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
"Oh?" Ji Qingyi rolled her eyes.
"Are you... an enemy or a friend?" Jun Xiaoyao looked directly at Ji Qingyi with his eyes as sharp as a sword.
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