Chapter 692: The Sadness of the Last Holy Body, the Hope of the Holy Body's Rise in Order to Protect It

A desolate and dilapidated temple.

A middle-aged man with untidy beard sat cross-legged here alone.

His hands and feet were shackled, and the chains passed through his scapula.

On his back was a heavy ancient tablet with the words left by Tyrant Body engraved on it.

This scene looked a bit desolate, a bit lonely, and bitter in the heart.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would never have believed that the man in front of him was an ancient holy body.

But the resonance caused by the blood made Jun Xiaoyao very sure.

This man was the ancient holy body.

He was a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, wearing some old gray cloth clothes, untidy beard, cloudy eyes, and messy black hair.

He looked like a middle-aged uncle who was drunk in the wine market.

No one would have thought that this was an ancient holy body.

The ancient holy body, even if it was in decline, gave people a feeling of blood rushing to the sky and overwhelming the galaxy.

The ancient holy body in front of him was like a middle-aged uncle who was frustrated and downtrodden in the world.

"Uncle, we brought you delicious food. Let's roast a chicken later!" Xiao Xuanxuan stepped forward, holding a cleaned spiritual feather chicken in her hand.

The man smiled, and a touch of kindness appeared in his eyes.

The rough big hand stroked Xiao Xuanxuan's little head.

"Uncle, this little brother is also an ancient holy body. He is very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen also showed excitement.

"Sir, the new holy body is finally here." Ning Defa bowed to the middle-aged man with respect in his eyes.

Even though the middle-aged man looked so downtrodden, their words were full of respect.

The middle-aged man cast his eyes on Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.

Jun Xiaoyao could feel that the middle-aged man's realm was not weak.

At least it was the Holy Lord Realm.

Compared with the Supreme, the Holy Lord Realm seemed nothing.

But you have to know that the ancient holy body is imprisoned by heaven and earth, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

In recent times, even the ancient holy body of the saint realm is rare.

The ancient holy body of the saint master realm is already extremely evil.

The fallen holy body that Jun Xiaoyao got before was only at the saint realm.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.

He is an anomaly. He signed a holy body that was born to break shackles, so he can't be counted.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him is an ancient holy body of the saint master realm.

But Jun Xiaoyao can feel that his blood and qi are declining, his vitality is drying up, and he is extremely weak, as if he is about to reach the end of his life.

Those chains and ancient monuments are all depleting the blood and qi in the man's body.

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

Ning Defa understood and took Xiao Xuanxuan and Ning Chen's hands and said, "Let's go and roast this chicken."

"Oh, roast chicken!" Xiao Xuanxuan giggled.

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

Watching the backs of the brother and sister leaving, the middle-aged man's turbid eyes were filled with a touch of kindness.

Jun Xiaoyao then spoke: "It seems that the senior takes good care of this pair of brothers and sisters, and even gives them the little remaining holy body essence blood."

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

"I think that even if I die one day, I can leave a little spark in the holy body lineage."

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

The man's tone was calm, and he did not have any resentment because of his own situation.

"These few drops of holy body essence blood are also from the senior." Jun Xiaoyao took out the ancient holy body essence blood obtained at the auction.

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

"Why don't you resist?" Jun Xiaoyao raised this question.

In his opinion, this holy body is definitely not the kind of person who lives a life of shame and cowardice.

He is willing to endure this humiliation of being bound.

"I am the last hall master of the Ancient Temple and the last holy body. I have limited talent and have only broken five shackles. At most, I can only cultivate to the holy master realm and cannot make any further progress."

"I have already let down my ancestors and don't want to drag down the lineage of the temple guards who swear to follow the holy body lineage."

"I originally wanted to die in battle, but at a certain moment, I saw that pair of siblings and seemed to see the spark of hope."

"I want to survive, even if I suffer humiliation, I must protect that village and continue the spark..."

The man looked up, his eyes still bright.

In the dark, his heart is towards the light.

He can die.

But before he dies, he also wants to see the pair of siblings grow up and continue the glory of the holy body.

At this moment, even if Jun Xiaoyao is indifferent, his mind can't help but waver slightly.

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

"May I know your name, senior?" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was also full of respect.

"My name is Wu Hu." The man named Wu Hu said hoarsely.

As the name suggests.

Hu means to protect.

It is because of his protection that the Holy Body lineage still has a spark.

"Senior Wu Hu, since I am here, I will not allow any tragedy to happen."

"The Ancient Temple and the lineage of the Temple Guardians will not fall!" Jun Xiaoyao's tone was very firm.

"Don't know your name, little brother?" Wu Hu smiled slightly and got rid of that desolate mood.

"I am Jun Xiaoyao." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Jun Xiaoyao... surname Jun... Could it be..."

As if he had thought of something, Wu Hu's turbid eyes could not help but flash a hint of surprise.

"Could it be, that Jun..." Wu Hu said in surprise.

"Yes, I am from the ancient Jun family." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Wu Hu's body shook suddenly, and his eyes burst into unprecedented golden light.

His silent blood seemed to begin to boil, and his eyes looked at Jun Xiaoyao as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

Wu Hu naturally knew about the ancient Jun family.

That was a terrifying family that had inherited the fairyland for countless epochs.

Even the ancient temple in its heyday did not dare to underestimate the Jun family.

The ancient temple would not take ordinary immortal forces seriously at all.

But facing the Jun family, as strong as the ancient temple, it must be treated with courtesy and not casually.

Wu Hu never expected that this generation of ancient holy bodies would come from the Jun family.

With such a powerful background, maybe the lineage of the Ancient Temple and the guards of the temple may rise again!

However, before Wu Hu could show his joy.

Jun Xiaoyao released his own aura again.

That aura made Wu Hu's face freeze instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he sensed something that he couldn't believe!

"This... How is this possible? There is no feeling of being suppressed in your blood aura. Could it be..."

Even with Wu Hu's temperament, he couldn't help but tremble in his voice.

Jun Xiaoyao said calmly: "I am a complete ancient holy body that has broken ten shackles."

Boom!

These words were like thunder, passing through Wu Hu's mind, making his whole body tremble.

Then, he suddenly laughed up to the sky, tears soaking his collar.

He was so excited that he couldn't suppress it.

What he saw in Jun Xiaoyao was the hope of the rise of the holy body lineage!