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Chapter 120 Seven Star Rewards for Signing In, Panhuang Life Sword, Mysterious Fallen Sacred Body! (fifth more)

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have won the seven-star reward, the Panhuang Suiyue Sword!"

As the system's voice fell, the void in front of Jun Xiaoyao was suddenly cut open.

Immediately, an ancient sword with a sense of simplicity appeared in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

This ancient sword is similar to the ancient sword Jun Xiaoyao saw on Yang Pan before.

It's just that the Panhuang Life Sword is filled with the breath of common people, and there are hundreds of millions of common people engraved on the sword.

And this Panhuang Suiyue sword has a simple and distant meaning of time flowing throughout its body.

On this sword, what is engraved is the rotation of the sun and the moon, the change of seasons, the rotation of the universe, and the passage of time.

Just looking at it gives people a vicissitudes of life.

"Interesting, I didn't expect to get one of the Panhuang's Three Swords."

Rao Yijun Xiaoyao's calm and calm personality is rare to show joy at this moment.

Although the sign-in rewards are random, sometimes they seem to have something to do with the sign-in location.

There are no rules in this.

But no matter what, it was definitely a surprise for Jun Xiaoyao to be rewarded with seven stars, and it was also the Panhuang Suiyue Sword.

"Could it be that I have evolved from a non-chief to a European emperor?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

The last time he signed in at the Vermillion Bird Ancient Country Palace, he only received a four-star reward.

Shaking his head slightly, Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, holding the Panhuang Suiyue Sword.

In an instant, he felt the power of time flowing.

His entire arm seemed to be aging with time.

At this time, the twenty big Luo Immortal Bone in his arm shone, resisting the erosion of the power of time.

"Interesting, if other people get this Emperor Suiyue Sword, it will be difficult to use it for a while." Jun Xiaoyao said.

The power of time is very mysterious and terrifying.

If ordinary people get close to this Emperor Suiyue Sword, they will probably become old and old immediately.

Unless it is some strong people who can hold on with their own strength.

Jun Xiaoyao's thoughts moved slightly, holding the Panhuang Suiyue sword, he casually slashed at the bronze puppets behind him.

In an instant, a semi-illusory sword light swept across, and those bronze puppets began to rot, age, and then directly turned into copper rust powder all over the place.

"It's really strong." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

With his current Realm, he can't exert much power of Panhuang Suiyue Sword.

But this random sword strike is extremely powerful.

Suddenly, the Supreme bone in Jun Xiaoyao's chest trembled again, as if there was some kind of resonance.

"The Supreme bone has changed again, last time it was because of Samsara Daojin." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

Thinking about it this way, the next Supernatural Power of the Supreme bone seems to be related to the power of Samsara.

"It seems that when I have time later, I have to go to the Academy of the Holy Spirit to find out whether the Holy Spirit of Samsara can transform my Supreme bones." Jun Xiaoyao said to himself.

He put the Panhuang Suiyue Sword into the Space Magical Item.

"If Lord Martial Sage knew the Panhuang Suiyue Sword he had worked so hard to find, I would have signed it and got it, I'm afraid I would vomit blood in anger?" Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help laughing.

Right now, the Panhuang Life Sword is in Yang Pan's hands.

The Panhuang Suiyue Sword is in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.

In the end, only the Panhuang Void Sword remained.

"Don't worry, the reason why I spared Yang Pan's life is to use him as a coolie to find the Panhuang Void Sword. I just need to snatch it from him."

Jun Xiaoyao was exhausted, and had already thought of a backhand.

The only value of Yang Pan's life is to help him find the last Panhuang Void Sword.

That plate of Martial Sage obviously had the same idea.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn't mind, no one could take away what he wanted.

"Just this set of Emperor Suiyue Sword, it's not a waste of time." Jun Xiaoyao continued to move forward.

Even if in the end, Jun Xiaoyao did not find the opportunity to transform the Sacred Body vision, he would have no regrets.

A sword, back to the original.

After getting rid of those bronze puppets, Jun Xiaoyao also continued to go deep into Pan Wuling.

The ancient palace is covered with thick dust.

Most of the palaces are empty.

Apparently, the opportunity inside has been seized by Martial Sage long ago.

As for some holy pills, precious medicines, holy medicines, princely weapons, etc. that were left behind occasionally, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care at all.

At this time, a special palace suddenly appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's vision.

That palace is located in the most remote corner deep in Panwuling, surrounded by piles of weeds.

There are even some chains outside, enclosing that area, as if they don't want people to get close.

"Huh...that's..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes darkened.

In most places in this Wuling, traces of someone's exploration can be seen.

Only that one palace seemed to be deserted.

And around, there seems to be a bloody mist lingering.

What made Jun Xiaoyao curious was not only the strange shape of the palace.

It was even more because his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body had a faint reaction.

Jun Xiaoyao made up his mind and walked away directly.

He pushed open the door of the temple, and it was pitch black inside.

Gusts of dark wind blew out, and most people's hairs stood on end in fright, but Jun Xiaoyao remained calm.

His Desolate Ancient Sacred Body restrains all ghosts and dark forces, so it is not empty at all.

At this moment, in the depths of the darkness, the sound of rattling chains sounded.

That feeling, as if something imprisoned by chains began to move.

"Huh?" Just as Jun Xiaoyao was concentrating.

A bloody fist wind suddenly exploded from the depths of the darkness.

At the same time, there was a beast-like roar.

"What the hell?"

Jun Xiaoyao pushed out his right arm horizontally, and the 20 yuan Immortal Bone shone, and the incomparable Sacred aura lingered out, colliding with the bloody fist wind.

boom!

There was a shock, and the whole palace trembled.

And under the light of Da Luo's Immortal Bone, he also saw the figure in front of him clearly.

It was a figure with long hair hanging down to the ground, like a savage.

A pair of scarlet eyes were full of chaos and mania.

But what Jun Xiaoyao cares about is not the image of this savage, but his physique.

It turned out to be Desolate Ancient Sacred Body too!

boom!

After a collision, Jun Xiaoyao and the wild man retreated simultaneously.

Jun Xiaoyao's arms were numb.

"Fortunately, with the blessing of Da Luo's Immortal Bone and Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Strength, otherwise the result would be unpredictable." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were serious.

In the depths of this Wuling, inside the forbidden palace.

How could there be a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body?

And it's no ordinary Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

This Desolate Ancient Sacred Body feels like a fallen Sacred Body after some kind of transformation.

That's right, the Fallen Sacred Body!

Because the blood of the Sacred Body is bright and Sacred gold, but the blood of this fallen Sacred Body is an ominous dark red.

"This depraved Sacred Body is definitely not the Panwu Great Emperor. What kind of existence is it?"

Jun Xiaoyao's heart was full of doubts.

(end of this chapter)