Chapter 343: Still Strong and Domineering, Killing Ten King-Level Geniuses in Seconds

He had held out hope before, thinking that it might be Jun Xiaoyao who conquered Lang Huan by force.

Now it seems that it was indeed Lang Huan who took the initiative.

He had pursued her for a long time, but he didn't even touch a finger of Lang Huan.

Now Lang Huan took the initiative to stick to another man.

No one could bear it, and their mentality was about to explode.

"Outside human race, you are looking for death!" Mo Ling couldn't help it, and wanted to do it himself.

"Wait a minute." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Why, now you know to be afraid?"

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Mo Ling's face showed a cold color.

Some of the creatures of the burial land around also looked at Jun Xiaoyao suspiciously.

This fearless master, is he afraid now?

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care, but turned his head and asked Lang Huan: "If you win at the Ten Kings Banquet, can you enter the Burial Realm?"

"Well, this time at the Ten Kings Banquet, those who rank higher can enter the Burial Realm first, because the gap in that space is very small and not stable, so there are few places." Lang Huan said.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

This way it would be easy.

It would be enough to sweep away all enemies and then enter the burial world.

He looked at Mo Ling and said lightly: "It's too easy to deal with you alone, and it's a waste of time."

Jun Xiaoyao's words made Mo Ling's snake eyes flash with cold light.

However, before he could refute, Jun Xiaoyao's next words made all the burial creatures in the entire Burial Soul Mountain dumbfounded.

"Today, this son of God is here, and I challenge ten little kings alone!"

"You, go ahead!"

Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves, and his demeanor was transcendent.

The aura of the Great Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm surged out, and the surging blood and qi were no longer hidden, bursting out directly!

Like a God King coming out of retreat, like an ancient god coming to the world!

Many young burial creatures with weaker cultivation were directly knocked to the ground, their faces as pale as paper.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment was too fierce, like an ancient divine elephant, shaking the sky and the earth, roaring down the stars!

"You..."

Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Jiuyou Bie and other ten little kings, all looked cold and fierce.

What are the ten little kings? They are the most outstanding sons of heaven in the ten regions of the Eternal Burial Land.

And Jun Xiaoyao, just an outsider, dared to speak so arrogantly and challenged them all.

This is no longer arrogant, but naked contempt!

Jun Xiaoyao regarded them as ants and did not take them seriously at all!

All the burial land geniuses present were stunned.

Only Lang Huan was very careful and noticed Jun Xiaoyao's self-proclaimed title.

"Calling himself the Son of God, it seems that he is not only the Jun family genius, but also the Son of God with the most core status."

Lang Huan understood what the Son of God meant.

Even in the ancient family with a strong foundation, the Son of God is an absolute core figure.

Jun Xiaoyao's status is more noble than she imagined!

"It's a pity that this piece of fresh meat can be seen but not eaten." Lang Huan was a little annoyed.

At first, she thought that her status as the ninth princess of the Demon Kingdom was more than enough for Jun Xiaoyao.

Now it seems that she might have really climbed up.

"You are too presumptuous, human from the outside world. This is a burial ground, not a place for you to be rampant!"

The king of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan spoke.

He was all black, with four pairs of eyes on his face and eight arms on his body. Rather than being a human being, he was more like a humanoid monster.

However, his aura was very strong, and his cultivation was at the small perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.

But with the racial innate ability of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan itself, his strength was enough to be on par with the Tianjiao who had reached the great perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.

"Die!"

The Tianjiao of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan made a move. He opened his mouth and spit out a silver thread, which was wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao.

At the same time, the eight arms blasted out together, and the black evil spirit surged, forming a seal.

This is a great magical power of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan, the Eight Spider Demon Seal.

The silver long silk wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao, but Jun Xiaoyao stood still.

"Are you stupid?"

The Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao just smiled, and was shocked to see.

The silver thread he spit out disappeared directly into the void.

At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao moved his feet and took the initiative to flash towards the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao.

The next moment, the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao was even more shocked to notice.

His Eight Spider Demon Seal actually disappeared completely, as if it was dissolved by an invisible force.

"How is it possible, you...!" The Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao looked horrified.

Although he had heard before that Jun Xiaoyao had a strange ability to be immune to mana.

But he thought it was some kind of magical power.

Unexpectedly, it was so weird that it could eliminate all mana without taking the initiative to sacrifice it.

This was too weird and beyond people's expectations.

Before the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tianjiao came back from the shock.

Jun Xiaoyao's palm print had already pressed down.

There was no magical power, no mana.

Just a simple palm, with a hundred billion pounds of physical strength, slammed into the chest of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's genius.

The Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's genius hurriedly resisted, and eight sharp and solid spears broke out from the spine behind him, protecting him in front of him.

This is the innate magical power of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe, the Eight Spider Divine Spears.

The result was.

Crack!

The Eight Spider Divine Spears were directly shattered by a palm, and Jun Xiaoyao's palm wind continued to move forward, heavily hitting the chest of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's genius.

Then...

There was a bang.

The blood mist exploded in the sky.

The Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe’s genius fell!

The entire Soul Burial Mountain was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

All the creatures in the Burial Land who were watching the battle had their eyes popped out, their scalps numb, as if their heads were about to explode.

One of the ten little kings was killed in an instant?

All the creatures felt as if they were in a dream.

This was too unreal.

He was the strongest genius in the domain, with extraordinary strength. He stood out from millions of young geniuses and became one of the ten little kings.

But now, he couldn’t withstand Jun Xiaoyao’s move!

This straightforward and decisive killing was so shocking that it made people numb all over.

“You…” Some of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe’s strong men who came to watch the battle were stunned at first, and then they were filled with endless anger.

They couldn’t help but want to take action.

However, they ran into Jun Xiaoyao’s cold eyes.

In an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured down, and the strong men of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe instantly woke up.

They remembered that Jun Xiaoyao still had three terrifying Great Saint Realm puppets, the God-Slaying Puppet.

If Jun Xiaoyao sacrificed them, unless he asked the strong men above the Saint Lord in the clan to come, they would not be able to deal with Jun Xiaoyao at all.

Thinking of this, the strong men of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan still held back and did not take action.

As for Mo Ling, his face froze.

Although his strength was slightly stronger than that of the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan’s Tianjiao, it was really only slightly stronger.

Jun Xiaoyao could kill the Eight-Armed Spider Demon Clan’s Tianjiao in one move, and it would probably take less than three or two moves to deal with him.

“Why, are you still going to challenge this Son of God alone?” Jun Xiaoyao said lightly with his hands behind his back.

Mo Ling’s face was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Jun Xiaoyao was just like rubbing salt on his wounds.

“Humph, I don’t believe it!”

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan snorted coldly, and he decided to take action.