Chapter 268: The Fallen Saint Body Protects the Dao, Jun Xiaoyao’s Trump Card, Trying to Compete with the Gods!

Boom!

After a deafening sound, the seven-colored thunderbolt fell on the place where Jun Xiaoyao was.

In an instant, the seven-colored thunderbolt spread out, filling the four directions, making crackling sounds.

Jiang Luoli's mind was buzzing, and the whole person seemed to be wooden, unable to move.

"Is he dead?" The surrounding Tianjiao murmured.

Ji Qingyi and others also fixed their eyes on the top of the altar.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for Jun Xiaoyao to resist the seven-colored thunderbolt.

As the thunder light dissipated, everyone's eyes froze at the same time.

Their faces were all filled with a look of horror.

Because Jun Xiaoyao was safe and sound!

And the reason why he was safe and sound was because there was a handsome and tall figure blocking him.

His black hair fell to his feet, and the whole person exuded a breath like a deep and demonic aura.

It was the Fallen Saint Body!

The Fallen Saint Body roared to the sky, with black hair flying, like a god and demon who was unyielding to heaven and earth!

"This..."

Not to mention other people, even Jun Xiaoyao himself was stunned for a moment.

He did not infuse his soul power into the Fallen Saint Body.

That is to say, the Fallen Saint Body now acts according to its own will, rather than being controlled by Jun Xiaoyao.

But how is this possible?

Jun Xiaoyao was confused.

But he thought of it again. When he was controlling the Fallen Saint Body before, at certain moments, the Fallen Saint Body's eyes seemed to have a little clarity.

At that time, Jun Xiaoyao did not pay much attention to it, thinking it was an illusion.

Now it seems that the Fallen Saint Body still maintains a deep level of consciousness?

"But why did he take the initiative to protect me?" Jun Xiaoyao was confused again.

At this time, a roar came from the sky again.

For not being able to kill Jun Xiaoyao in one blow, the sky seemed very angry, and colorful thunders fell down one after another.

Each thunder can easily kill a saint.

The Fallen Saint Body roared, stepped on the ground, and flew into the air, facing the thunder tribulations.

In the Ten Realms Rift, no Saint Realm strongmen were allowed.

But at this moment, the Fallen Saint Body was simply using the strength of his physical body to resist the power of the seven-colored thunder tribulations, and he did not have the magic power of the Saint Realm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunders struck the Fallen Saint Body, but the Fallen Saint Body did not retreat a single step.

Even though his physical body began to crack, he did not retreat.

Jun Xiaoyao took a deep breath, he did not hesitate, seized this opportunity, and continued to comprehend.

In his body, the Ten Realms Immortal Seed had completely disappeared, turning into food to nourish that ball of energy.

That ball of energy belonged to Jun Xiaoyao's own Dao.

It seemed that there was a scene of the creation of the world and the evolution of the chaos of the universe.

As this breath gradually spread, the void around him collapsed little by little and turned into nothingness.

It seemed that Jun Xiaoyao's Dao was going to surpass all the Daos in the heavens and create his own rules.

"When my Dao comes out, all Daos will collapse!"

Jun Xiaoyao had some enlightenment, and he focused all his attention on his body.

It seemed that a world was beginning to evolve in his body.

That was his world, his Dao, and his path.

As Jun Xiaoyao's comprehension deepened, the power of the seven-color thunder tribulation became stronger and stronger.

Even the body of the Fallen Saint Body began to crack and gradually crumble.

However, the Fallen Saint Body was still like a solid wall, resisting everything for Jun Xiaoyao.

This might be a kind of protection for the same ancient saint body.

The Fallen Saint Body hoped that Jun Xiaoyao could carry forward the power of the ancient saint body and take an unprecedented path.

To remove all shackles and curses for the ancient saint body.

Boom!

In the end, the endless seven-color thunder tribulation directly submerged the Fallen Saint Body.

His body began to disintegrate.

After all, the Fallen Saint Body is a Fallen Saint Body, not the Ancient Saint Body in its heyday.

His body has also undergone countless experiments and transformations, and it has lost some of the characteristics of the Ancient Saint Body.

So under this terrifying world-destroying thunder tribulation, the Fallen Saint Body finally couldn't hold on.

His body began to fall apart, and finally shattered with a loud bang.

At the moment of shattering.

It seemed that a sentence was transmitted into Jun Xiaoyao's mind.

"The Holy Body lineage depends on you."

"Remember... go to the Ancient Holy Temple..."

Boom!

After protecting Jun Xiaoyao and emitting the last residual heat.

The Fallen Saint Body finally completely collapsed, turned into ashes, and disappeared from the world.

Jun Xiaoyao, who heard this, had no time to be moved.

He was concentrating on deducing the Dao.

But he did hear that sentence and remembered it in his heart.

Without the obstruction of the Fallen Saint Body.

The seven-color thunder tribulation can finally strike Jun Xiaoyao without any hindrance.

At this time, countless heroes emerged again around the Heroic Spirit Altar.

When Jun Xiaoyao was about to climb to the top of the altar, tens of thousands of heroes also emerged.

And now, there are more than tens of thousands of heroes.

There are hundreds of thousands.

Don't think this number is huge.

You have to know that this is the number accumulated after countless epochs and time.

"Is this... really a dead end!"

Seeing the hundreds of thousands of heroes, Jiang Luoli's face turned pale.

Ji Qingyi and the little fairy also felt a little cold.

They knew that this road might be difficult, but they didn't expect it to be this difficult.

It was no different from a dead end.

But the next moment, something surprising happened.

Those hundreds of thousands of heroes were not targeting Jun Xiaoyao, but roaring at the heaven!

That's right, it was a roar at the heaven!

They were all ancient heroes who had ascended the altar, and they also wanted to open up their own path like Jun Xiaoyao.

But they all failed.

Because the heaven wanted to stop them.

And now, after many epochs, there are finally people who may have their own way.

These heroes emerged, not to deal with Jun Xiaoyao, but to help Jun Xiaoyao deal with this unfair heaven!

Why should people be trapped in heaven and earth!

Why should they only be prisoners in shackles!

This is a rebellion against fate!

Boom!

Hundreds of thousands of heroes, all in action, rebel against the heaven!

This is such a terrifying power that even the seven-color thunder tribulation has to retreat!

Jun Xiaoyao, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of heroes, was like the only god.

Looking at the fallen holy body that turned to ashes, and the hundreds of thousands of heroes who protected him.

Even Jun Xiaoyao had a cold look in his eyes.

In his Dantian, the energy was infinitely compressed, and finally seemed to turn into nothingness.

But in the nothingness, a point suddenly emerged.

This point seemed to encompass everything and the universe, and a brand new road gradually emerged.

This point did not belong to this world, but was created by Jun Xiaoyao himself.

Just when this point was about to be formed.

Above the sky, the seven-colored thunder tribulation intertwined and finally turned into a thunder face.

That thunder face was so huge that it filled the sky.

It opened its mouth, and the terrifying thunder beam poured towards Jun Xiaoyao.

Even if the hundreds of thousands of heroes fought back, they could not resist and turned into ashes in the screams.

Facing this last move of the heavens to kill him.

Jun Xiaoyao looked calm.

His path, his way, was about to be formed, how could he give up here?

"Come on, I, Jun Xiaoyao, want to compete with the gods!"

Jun Xiaoyao shouted coldly, raised his hand, and three sword beams cut through the vastness of heaven and earth and appeared.

Faintly, there was a faint imperial power emanating.

"That is..."

Ji Qingyi, Little Magic Fairy, Wangchuan, Jiang Luoli, Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, and all the remaining geniuses.

His pupils widened, he took a deep breath, and a huge wave of waves rose in his heart!

That is... the power of the emperor!