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Chapter 692 The Tragedy of the Last Sacred Body, In order to protect, the Sacred Body's line of hope rises

A desolate and dilapidated temple.

A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard sat here alone.

The hands and feet are shackled, and the chains pass through the bones of the Pipa.

On his back was a heavy ancient tablet, engraved with the handwriting left by the overlord body.

Looking at this scene, it makes people feel a little desolate, a little lonely, and sore in the bottom of 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 a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

But the resonance from the Bloodline made Jun Xiaoyao very sure.

This person is the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

It was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, dressed in some old gray cloth clothes, with an unshaven beard, cloudy eyes, and messy black hair.

He looked like a middle-aged uncle who got drunk at the edge of the wine market.

No one would have guessed that this is a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body.

Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, even if it declines, it still gives people a feeling of blood rushing to the sky and coercing the Galaxy Cluster.

And the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body in front of him is like a frustrated middle-aged uncle in the world of mortals.

"Uncle, we brought you delicious food, we'll eat roasted chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, holding a cleaned spirit feather chicken in her hand.

The man smiled, with a look of love in his eyes.

Some rough big hands stroked Xiao Xuanxuan's little head.

"Uncle, this little brother is also Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, he is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitement.

"My lord, the new Sacred Body is finally here." Ning Defa looked at the middle-aged man's cupped hands with respect in his eyes.

Even though the middle-aged man looked like this, his words were full of respect.

The middle-aged man set his sights on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.

Jun Xiaoyao can feel that the middle-aged man's Realm is not weak.

To say the least, it is also a Saint Lord environment.

Saint Lord, compared with Supreme, seems nothing.

But you must know that Desolate Ancient Sacred Body is imprisoned by heaven and earth, so it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

In modern times, even the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body in Saint Realm was rare.

The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body in the Saint Lord realm is already extremely monstrous.

The depraved Sacred Body that Jun Xiaoyao obtained before was only in the Saint realm.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.

He's an anomaly, signed to a Sacred Body born to break the shackles, doesn't count.

The middle-aged man in front of him is the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body of Saint Lord Realm.

But Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the energy and blood in his body were decaying, his vitality was dry, and he was extremely weak, as if he was going to reach the end of his life.

Those chains, as well as the ancient stele, were all draining the energy and blood in the man's body.

"This little brother and I have something to say." The middle-aged man said with a hoarse voice.

Ning De comprehended, took Xiao Xuanxuan and Ning Chen's hands and said, "Come on, let's go and roast this chicken."

"Oh, grilled chicken!" Xiao Xuanxuan giggled.

Ning Chen also wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the back of the pair of brothers and sisters leaving, the middle-aged man's cloudy eyes were full of kindness.

Only then did Jun Xiaoyao say: "It seems that the senior took good care of this pair of brothers and sisters, and even gave them the little Sacred Body Blood Essence he had left."

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the man was not surprised, but spoke leisurely.

"I just think that one day even if I fall, I can still leave a little spark in the line of Sacred Body."

"This pair of children are born with amazing bones and have more holy blood in their bodies than other descendants of the temple guards. They are sparks, and they will be enough to start a prairie fire in the future."

The man's tone was flat, and he didn't have any resentment because of his situation.

"These few drops of Sacred Body Blood Essence belong to the senior, right?" Jun Xiaoyao took out the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Blood Essence that was obtained from the auction.

The man's face remained calm, and he nodded lightly.

"Why not resist?" Jun Xiaoyao asked this question.

In his opinion, this Sacred Body is by no means the kind of person who lives in vain and fears death.

He willingly endured the humiliation of being bound.

"I am the last hall master of the ancient temple, and also the last Sacred Body. My talent is limited. I have only broken five shackles. At most, I can only cultivate to the Saint Lord realm, and I can't advance any further."

"I'm already ashamed of my ancestors, and I don't want to hurt the lineage of the temple guards who swore to follow the lineage of Sacred Body."

"I originally wanted to fight to the death, but at a certain moment, I saw the pair of brothers and sisters, as if I saw a spark of hope."

"I want to survive, even if I suffer all kinds of humiliation, I still want to protect that village and keep the spark going..."

The man looked up, his eyes still bright.

In the dark, the heart is light.

He can die.

But before he died, he had to see with his own eyes the pair of brothers and sisters who grew up to continue the glory of the Sacred Body.

At this moment, Rao is as indifferent as Jun Xiaoyao, and he can't help but shake slightly.

He finally understood why Xiao Xuanxuan said that the uncle was the hero who protected them.

"I don't know the senior's name?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone also contained a touch of respect.

"My name is Wu Hu." The man named Wu Hu said in a hoarse voice.

People live up to their name.

Protecting means guarding.

Because of his protection, there is still a spark in the line of Sacred Body.

"Wuhu senior, since I'm here, I won't allow any tragedy to happen."

"The Ancient Temple, and the lineage of its guardians, will not just decline!" Jun Xiaoyao said firmly.

"Don't know the name of the little brother yet?" Wu Hu smiled slightly, breaking away from that desolate mood.

"Next, Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Jun Xiaoyao... surnamed Jun... Could it be..."

As if thinking of something, Wu Hu couldn't help flashing a hint of surprise in his cloudy eyes.

"Could it be, that gentleman..." Wu Hu was surprised.

"That's right, I'm from the Huanggu Jun family." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Wu Hu's body was shocked suddenly, and an unprecedented golden light burst out from his eyes.

His silent blood seemed to start to boil, and looking at Jun Xiaoyao was like looking at a rare treasure.

Wu Hu naturally knew about the barren ancient monarch's family.

That is the horror family that has passed down the Immortal Domain 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 be taken seriously at all.

But when facing the Jun family, it is better than the ancient temple, and you must treat each other with courtesy, not casually.

Wu Hu never expected that this generation of Desolate Ancient Sacred Body came from the Jun family.

With such a strong background, maybe the ancient temple and the guardian of the temple may really rise again!

However, it's not waiting for Wuhu to show his joy.

Jun Xiaoyao released his breath again.

That breath made Wu Hu's face freeze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sensed some unbelievable fact!

"This...how is this possible, in your Bloodline breath, there is no feeling of being suppressed, could it be..."

Rao Yiwuhu's disposition couldn't help but tremble.

Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently: "Below is the complete Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that broke the ten shackles."

boom!

These words flashed across Wu Hu's mind like thunder, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Then, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed out loud, his breasts wet with tears.

Emotions are too high to contain.

What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the rise of Sacred Body!

(end of this chapter)