ple from the Bei Di Wang family.Outside the gate of Mount Jiangjia, a line of troops stood majestically beneath the heavens.There were ancient beasts pulling chariots, and towering ships sailing acros...Deathly silence envelopes the world, blood rain splatters!

Under a sky stained crimson, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face was as cold as ice. His long hair fluttered wildly, and he wore the armor of the Desolate God. In his hand, the Great Desolation Halberd pointed diagonally at the ground.

He is no longer the carefree and ethereal figure he once was, with his flowing white clothes.

Instead, he resembled a young war god brimming with boundless power, an embodiment of calamity who cleansed the world with his killing intent, shaking the heavens and earth!

Heaven and earth, countless eyes are focused on him.

Ji Qingyi, like cherry blossoms, Sheng Xuan Yi, these figures who shook ancient roads and whose brilliance was boundless, were heavenly prodigies.

At this moment, everything before Jun Xiaoyao seems incredibly ordinary, its brilliance gone.

Jun Xiaoyao is a being that everyone needs to look up to and revere!

And the villagers from Dahuang, like Ning De-fa, were all incredibly moved, tears streaming down their faces.

How many years has it been!

How many years have they been oppressed by the Cang family!

Today, Jun Xiaoyao appeased the anger they had in their hearts!

At this moment, over three hundred villagers from Dahuang are filled with fervent admiration and worship in their eyes.

It seems like they see Jun Xiaoyao as the only deity worthy of worship in their hearts!

"We, shall forever follow the lord, until death do us part!" Ning De unleashed a roar like an aging lion, kneeling before Jun Xiaoyao.

More than three hundred surviving villagers also knelt down.

"To have you in the Sacred Body lineage is truly a blessing..." Wu Hu could finally breathe easy, a hint of relief and serenity on his bloodstained face.

"One day, I'm going to be as awesome as my big brother!" Ning Chen's eyes were filled with admiration.

"Is this... the kind of great hero Grandpa told stories about" Little Xuanxuan was mesmerized, her big eyes filled with admiration and awe.

That figure, standing tall and proud, gazing down upon the world, was deeply etched into her young heart, a memory that would never fade.

And at this moment, standing above the heavens, Jun Xiaoyao, his brow furrowed, his coldness remained undiminished.

He completely ignored the countless awestruck gazes around him.

Right now, Jun Xiaoyao's mind is set on only one thing: to destroy the Baixing Cang family.

But before that, he still had some things to do.

"Today, this deity proclaims, the ancient sacred temple and its guardians shall rise again in the Immortal Realm, unstoppable by any!"

Jun Xiaoyao's voice boomed, echoing through the heavens and earth.

Everyone was shocked and amazed.

Is Jun Xiaoyao going to single-handedly revive the declining Saint Physique lineage once again

But...

Looking at the last Saint Body Guard, who was almost at the end of his life, and the three hundred villagers from the desolate wasteland.

Everyone simply couldn't imagine how the ancient sacred hall could possibly rise again.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao is powerful, he's still just one person. How can he possibly support the entire Shengti lineage

Compared with the doubts of the audience present.

The villagers of Dahuang, including Ning De, have a look of profound gratitude in their eyes.

But they also know that they alone cannot revive the Ancient Holy Temple and the Guardians.

"With your words, I feel at ease," Wu Hu smiled. "From now on, you can handle everything."

Wu Hu felt that his life force

began to gradually extinguish.

But he had no regrets A smile still played on his face.

"Senior Wuhua You can't resign! You must see the disastrous defeat of the Bai Ti lineage with your own eyes." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

"To be able to persist until now I'm content, and I know my own limits." Wu Hu shook his head, he was very at ease with life and death.

"Since I have obtained the inheritance of the ancestors from the ancient sacred hall, I naturally need to do my part for the ancient sacred hall."

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and struck himself in the chest. Then, drop by drop, fresh crimson blood, like rubies, shimmering with a golden glow, emerged from his sacred body.

That number, densely packed, was not just a drop or two, three or five.

but hundreds of drops of holy blood, directly refined by Jun Xiaoyao.

"You are free and unrestrained, but this is impossible!" Wu Hu's eyes flashed as he spoke to stop him.

Now that Jun Xiaoyao is the hope of the Sacred Body lineage, he absolutely cannot have any accidents!

"Sir, what are you..." Ning De and the other Dazhuang villagers were also stunned.

And the many peerless geniuses watching from the sidelines were also dumbfounded, their mouths agape, staring in disbelief.

The Holy Blood, how precious it is, a single drop would be worth a fortune.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao casually offered up hundreds of drops of his sacred blood!

Most importantly, the holy blood and flesh are extremely important to the ancient sacred body.

Is Jun Xiaoyao not harming himself with this move

All eyes turned to Jun Xiaoyao's face, and in surprise, they found that his complexion was as usual, without the slightest paleness or weakness.

"This essence blood, bestowed upon you. Your own revenge, best to settle it with your own hands." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"But..." Wu Hu wanted to speak but stopped himself.

"You needn't worry about me. Didn't Elder Wu forget about that pool of Sacred Body Essence Blood" Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

He would naturally not do anything that would harm himself.

The last injury I sustained was while saving Jiang Shengyi.

And to be honest, Jun Xiaoyao although respects Wu Hu and these Da Huang villagers.

But compared to Jiang Shengyi, they are obviously incomparable.

It's unrealistic to expect someone to constantly help others to the point of exhausting themselves.

However, Jun Xiaoyao had previously refined a pool of Saint Body essence blood.

At this moment, the holy blood within him was surging and about to overflow.

Most importantly, Jun Xiaoyao absorbed all this sacred blood essence, which eventually transformed into his own sacred blood essence.

And as for Lord Jun Xiaoyao, he is a Saint Body who has broken through ten shackles.

His holy blood, and that of the holy forefathers, differ in essence.

Three hundred villagers from Dahuang got a drop of Jun Xiaoyao's sacred blood each.

The elderly person from Ningde received five drops.

Ning Chen and Xiao Xuanxuan each received ten drops of essence blood.

As for Wu Hu, Jun Xiaoyao generously gave him fifty drops of his holy body essence blood.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't want Wu Hu to fall.

It would be a pity if a Saint Lord-level archaic holy body were to fall.

"After you've finished refining, we'll storm back to the Cang family on Ba Xing. We'll avenge our grudges and seek justice!" Jun Xiaoyao declared.

"As the elders said, the humiliation of our palace guards' lineage must be washed away by us ourselves!"

"Follow the adults, conquer the stars, and exterminate the Cang family!"

Three hundred villagers from Dahuang, no, they should now be called three hundred guardians of the temple, all with eyes burning with vengeance.

Even some elders like Ning De Fa, at this moment, are filled with fervor, the dormant trace of their Saint Body bloodline seems to have been activated.

They began to meditate and practice, preparing to refine the holy body essence blood bestowed by Jun Xiaoyao.

"Will it still work" Wu Hu sat down cross-legged as well.

To be honest, with him in such a state of utter exhaustion, even if he refined the essence of the Holy Body's blood, it's unlikely he could recover.

It's like a well, almost dried up. Even if water is poured in from outside, it's only a temporary fix and won't solve the root problem; it will eventually run dry again.

"Senior, how would you know unless you try" Jun Xiaoyao smirked.

The holy blood, freed from ten shackles, might just bring a miracle

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