hehe, ha ha ha, Tiandou Yuan's life is in my hands. I thought I was the master of my own fate."But now, I'm just a land spirit belonging to someone else. In that case, what difference is there between...A dilapidated temple.

A disheveled middle-aged man sat alone here, lost in thought.

His hands and feet were shackled, the chains passing through his collarbone.

And upon his back was a heavy ancient stele, inscribed with the characters left by the domineering figure.

This scene looks a bit desolate and lonely, with a bittersweet feeling in the heart.

Unless he saw it with his own eyes, Jun Xiaoyao would absolutely not believe that the person before him was an ancient holy body.

But that kind of resonance stemming from blood, made Jun Xiaoyao overwhelmingly certain.

This is the ancient holy body.

He was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance. He wore rather old, gray linen clothes, had a scraggly beard, and his eyes were cloudy. His black hair was unkempt.

He looks like a middle-aged man who is down on his luck and drinking heavily at the edge of the liquor market.

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

The Ancient Sacred Body, even in its decline, gives off a feeling of blood surging to the heavens and a pressure that seems to dominate the stars.

But this ancient sacred body before him, was like a middle-aged man who had lost his fortune and spirit in the world.

"Uncle, we brought you something delicious. We'll roast the chicken later!" Little Xuan Xuan stepped forward, carrying a cleaned Lingyu chicken in her hand.

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

Some rough hands stroked Xiaoxuan's little head.

"Uncle, this young man is also an ancient saint body, he's very powerful and can help us!" Ning Chen was also excited.

"My lord, the new Eucharist has finally arrived." Ning De bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man, his eyes filled with reverence.

Even though the middle-aged men appeared disheveled, their words were full of respect.

The middle-aged man cast his gaze upon Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao also looked at the middle-aged man.

Jun Xiaoyao can feel that the realm of a middle-aged man is not weak.

Even less said, it's at least the Saint Lord Realm.

The realm of the Holy Lord, compared to that of the Supreme Being, seems insignificant.

But you should know that the ancient sacred body is confined by heaven and earth, making it extremely difficult to cultivate.

In ancient times, even the rare and powerful Ancient Saint Physique was hard to come by.

The Ancestral Sacred Body of the Lord realm is already extremely monstrous.

Before, Jun Xiaoyao's obtained fallen holy body was just at the Saint Realm.

As for Jun Xiaoyao himself.shuang's eyes dimmed.For some reason, toward this white-haired man with a face covered in bronze ghost masks.Li Wushuang always felt a strange sense of unease and apprehension.Jun Xiaoyao ignored Li W...