Hearing the mechanical voice in his mind, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes lit up.
He would definitely go to the Black Abyss to check it out and sign in. Wouldn't that be great?
As for the Sacred Body Curse, to be honest, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about it at all.
Not to mention himself, he could deal with this situation.
Even if he took a step back, he couldn't deal with this situation.
Would the Jun Family turn a blind eye and let Jun Xiaoyao be cursed?
With the Jun Family's countless years of heritage, would they be completely helpless against a curse?
To put it bluntly, the Overlord Clan was also gambling.
If the Blood of the Curse could completely affect Jun Xiaoyao's Sacred Body, it would naturally be best.
If the Jun Family found a way to remove it in the end, it could also delay Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation and make him fall behind others.
A real overlord would have more time to develop.
At that time, he could still deal with Jun Xiaoyao.
It had to be said that the Overlord Clan was indeed very optimistic.
No matter how effective the Blood of the Curse could be, it would still be a burden to Jun Xiaoyao.
"The Overlord Clan is very calculative." Jun Xiaoyao sneered.
Wu Hu's face also showed a disdainful expression. "This is the usual trick of the Overlord Clan. My Sacred Body ancestor was slandered by them with dirty means."
"No matter how many tricks they have, what use are they to me?" Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.
This wasn't arrogance, but an innate invincible Dao Heart.
"However, you still have to be careful. Overlords have always been difficult to deal with, not to mention this generation's Overlord. He has hidden so deeply that he even has a substitute." Wu Hu warned.
"I understand. I'm also a little curious. What kind of person is this Overlord?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes condensed a cold intent.
Logically speaking, the Tyrant Body's lineage was arrogant, and the Tyrant King should be a fierce and arrogant man.
Why did he start to play tricks and hide behind the scenes?
This was worth Jun Xiaoyao pondering.
"No matter what, for those who dare to scheme against this Son Of God, even death is a luxury." Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a sneer.
After that, Jun Xiaoyao went into seclusion in the Holy Temple's secret location.
Before heading to the Black Abyss, he needed to temporarily suppress the curse.
For others, this was definitely a matter that would cause them to be badly battered.
Unless he could ask the family behind him for help.
But for Jun Xiaoyao, it was completely unnecessary.
Because he had his own methods.
Jun Xiaoyao was the only one in the secret place of the Sage Hall.
His body suddenly shook, and a total of eleven strands of Immortal Qi appeared on the surface of his body!
These eleven strands of Immortal Qi were like eleven Immortal Qi dragons, coiling around Jun Xiaoyao's body.
In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao was like a celestial being, a celestial being descending to the mortal world!
If this scene was seen by others, their eyeballs would definitely fall out, and their worldview would be turned upside down, and they would doubt life itself!
Since ancient times, those who cultivated seven or eight strands of Immortal Qi were able to shake the nine heavens and ten lands. They would be the trendsetter of that era.
And nine strands of Immortal Qi was already a legend. They were extremely rare existences, and it was difficult to find a few in the history books.
If they could be found, they would definitely be a taboo figure, unfathomable.
Even the Ancient Prince of the Fuxi Immortal Lineage who was renowned on the Ancient Road of Ultimate Extremity and the successor of the Human Immortal Sect with the Human Immortal Flesh were working hard for the nine strands of Immortal Qi.
And Jun Xiaoyao?
Not only did he break the limit of nine strands, but he had also cultivated eleven strands of Immortal Qi!
As these eleven strands of Immortal Qi were released, even the strange curse of the Sacred Physique was completely suppressed.
"Suppress!"
Jun Xiaoyao's word was like a heavenly judgment!
The blood of the curse was forced into Jun Xiaoyao's inner universe by the eleven strands of Immortal Qi.
In an instant, the surface of Jun Xiaoyao's body was covered in golden light again, and his aura was restored to its peak.
The blood of the curse was suppressed in the inner universe, and it turned into a cloud of corrosive black mist that spread out in all directions.
However, one should not forget that in Jun Xiaoyao's inner universe, there was still the Creation Jade Disk.
This was an extremely ancient artifact that had the ability to suppress the creation of the world.
Jun Xiaoyao had placed it in the deepest part of the inner universe as a cornerstone to suppress it.
Now, the Creation Jade Disk vibrated and circulated the power of creation, restricting the spread of the black mist of the curse.
The situation was now completely under control.
Jun Xiaoyao sighed softly.
If the people of the Tyrant Body lineage knew that this would be the result, they would definitely vomit blood!
They had given away Xiang Fei's Tyrant Body of the Firmament for nothing just to slow down Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation.
Now, Jun Xiaoyao had completely controlled the blood of the curse.
"That's right. Next, I have to think of a way to go to the Black Abyss and see if I can find any clues."
"It would be best if I can find the secret of the curse. If not, it will be suppressed in my inner universe for a short period of time." Jun Xiaoyao muttered to himself.
The people of the Tyrant Body lineage would never have thought that Jun Xiaoyao had cultivated his own inner universe when he was only in the Great Saint Realm.
This was because it was simply impossible.
"It is the biggest mistake of the Tyrant Body lineage to judge me based on ordinary standards."
"Overlord, just you wait …"
Jun Xiaoyao stood up, and his aura was extremely strong.
However, after thinking about it for a moment, he retracted his powerful aura.
"If they know that something is wrong with my body, I wonder what kind of people will come out to take advantage of me?" Jun Xiaoyao laughed.
This was a good opportunity to lure out the enemy.
"I'm really too evil." Jun Xiaoyao laughed.
Even he felt like a cunning old fox.
…
The matter of the Ancient Road's seventieth level was undoubtedly like a storm that swept through the entire Ancient Road.
Among them, there were three pieces of news that made people tremble.
The first was that Jun Xiaoyao had killed Xiang Fei the Tyrant Body so easily. The gap between the two was like a chasm.
The second was that Xiang Fei the Tyrant Body was not the legendary Overlord.
The Overlord was someone else.
The third was that Jun Xiaoyao had been eroded by the Sacred Body's cursed blood, and his body might have been in a condition.
Of course, this news was not confirmed because the onlookers did not know if Jun Xiaoyao was pretending to be fine or if he was really fine.
However, most people were inclined to believe that Jun Xiaoyao's body was in a condition.
After all, that was the cursed blood left behind by the remnants of the Sacred Body of the Ancients of the Ancients. How could it be useless?
As these news spread, the Ancient Road experienced a magnitude 18 earthquake.
Many of the sky-prides had different thoughts in their minds.
Would the Son Of God of the Jun family, who was invincible among the younger generation, be challenged by other outlawed sky-prides and fall from his pedestal?
Would the Seven Rebellious Sovereigns, who were appointed by the Heavenly Path, make any moves?
It could be said that the entire Ancient Road was in a state of turmoil again.
Amidst these undercurrents, in the depths of the Ancient Road.
In a realm that was opened up from the void.
A voice that was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell with a hint of immaturity and anger was heard.
"What? Xiang Fei, who was used as a punching bag by me, is dead? No, I'm going to find that Sacred Body and beat him up so badly that even his mother won't recognize him! "
Although the voice was immature and pleasant, it was a little mischievous and unruly.
A petite Linglong with two buns on her head was about to rush out of this ancient realm like a little female Tyrannosaurus rex.
"Yao 'er, you're being naughty again. How many times have I told you not to go out!"
A hunchbacked old man in white appeared in the void with a smile on his face.
He had dragon horns on his head and a white beard that reached the ground. Although he looked old, the terrifying energy contained in his body was causing the surrounding space to tremble.
Obviously, this was a Supreme-Being powerhouse, and not just any Supreme-Being powerhouse.
His cultivation level was at the fourth level of the Supreme-Being realm, the Great Heavenly Venerable realm!
If some knowledgeable powerhouses were here, they would definitely be horrified.
This was because this old man was one of the legendary powerhouses of the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe, one of the most powerful dragon tribes in the Immortal Realm!
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