Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

"It turned out to be a fan."

Before everyone expects, the college is old, not only is not angry, but revealing a smile than crying, but also a slight hand in Jun Xiaoyi.

He before, I have already been taken by the dean of the college and the vice president, don't provoke the monarchy, just when he is a sense of God, how far is much more than a long time.

But in the eyes, I looked at the two holy sons, and the old man had to stand out.

Seeing the Holy Master, all of the monks and Yan Yue, surrounded by the people, are sigh.

"The old man is old ..." Yin and Yang Siszi and others are white.

They are still fortunate, and they will have a long and old to host the fair.

The result is a batch of elders.

"It's also, it will be entertaining." Jun Xiaoyou stepped on the void and started to board the ninety-nine ladder.

Such as the golden-wining Xiaopeng Wang and others, it is very cautious when you are in these three.

They are not careful, and they may also turn into the car.

And Jun Xiaoyao, looks like a leisurely, like it is on the green.

There are countless monks in the audience, and the eyes are gathering, and the eyes are not awkward, and the pictures do not want to miss it.

They were very curious before, and the Tianfu Wushuang Jun is able to break the record of the ancients, which is finally unfortunate.

Huat Qingqing Qing Yan is also blinking, tightly following the white dress.

Compared with the two sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred, it is Ming Zhe to protect, and it is not affected.

Jun Xiaoyao is peerless, the clothes are fluttering, like a fairy to nine days.

He kept stepping, step on the ladder, from the beginning to the end, the speed did not slow down.

Even after the seventy floor, the pressure is multiplied, just like the mountain depression, Jun Xiaoyao, as well as before.

This kind of pressure is that the Jun Xiaoyao, which is the old man, cultivating the imaginary impersonation, is really too small.

There is no doubt that Jun Xiaoyao broke through the 90r floor.

"Sure enough, I have a 90r floor!" Many monks respired, but it was not surprising.

Jun Xiaoyao's strength, is unquestionable, stepping on the 90r floor, should be normal operation.

However, it can be difficult after this ninety floor.

"After the 90r floor of the ladder, every layer is more than ten times the previous pressure, the monarchy, can you get rid of?" The old man is dark.

To be honest, he really wants to see Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, this god, the sound is too strong, so that the Holy Spirit Academy has lost his face.

However, the facts are destined to make this big old old disappointment.

Jun Xiaoyao took the gods, just like the King of White, every step, the void is shocked, like the squats.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

Jun Xiaoyao is a breath, and it is a step.

This is the hardest nine-story ladder, which is directly in his breath!

Shock!

Ate!

Unbelievable!

All the disciples of the Holy Spirit Academy, the deacon, and even the old, and the look is hysteresis.

As a person in the case, this ninety-nine ladder is difficult, they are the clearest.

But now, it is easy to pass by Jun Xiaoyue, reaching the peak!

In the sky, there is a shower falling, there is a lot of Ruiyuan beasts, and there is an ancient people who have flicker, as if they are in Jun.

Ninety-nine layers of ladder, Jun Xiaoyao stepped over.

The golden-winged Xiaopeng king, the look is solidified.

Ye Xingyun, can't help but take a sigh of relief.

Xiaoxiao Buddha, the face became stiff.

They didn't break the record, and they were easily broken by Jun.

And look like, it is easy to easily easily.

"next level."

Jun Xiaoyao did not stop it, directly stepping into the second level.

The second level is that the thick ancient clock is moving.

Previously, the golden fins of Pengpeng, but only twirled fifteen.

"I think, the monarch shows that there is a record of the 18th sound!" A Tianjiao called it, with exciting colors.

They are witnessing miracles!

Some monks have a flashing, they are also guess, Jun Xiaoyao may be possible to break again, reaching eighteen.

Jun Xiaoyao directly urged the idol of the prison, a punch!

90,000 giant particles, plus 10,000 dragon icon fine particles, the sacred power of 19 billion pounds, from the Jun Xiaoyu Front.

At the same time, there is a dragon icon, which has been exploding with this boxing.

Dragon and icons, all of them, representing a kind of unparalleled power.

Jun Xiaoyao, is this unpleasant incarnation!

...

Jun Xiaoyu fell to the ancient clock, and a dull sound.

Everyone's breathing is a screen, waiting for the sound of the next.

However, there is no ...

After a sound, the ancient bell is like a silence, and there is no sound.

"What's going on?" Many people were wrong, somewhat stupid.

How is there only a sound?

This is completely inconsistent with their estimates, it is simply different.

"It's impossible, what is the monarch of the monarch, and it is impossible to let the ancient bell rang."

Before guess the Tianjiao, Jun Xiaoyao can break the record, can't help but say.

Yin and Yang Siszi and Xia Wei and others, although it is not clear, but this does not hinder their face to show ridicule.

Instead, the gold-winged Xiaopeng Wang, Ye Xingyun and others, I feel somewhat wrong.

Jun Xiaoyao is faint, and the box is recovered.

"Third Off ..."

Jun Xiaoyao directly stepping into the third place, there is no explanation, left to everyone a back.

Just when everyone is extremely confused.

...

A vague crushing sound.

A crack, it is imposed on the ancient clock.

This is like causing a chain reaction, and continuous snoring sounds.

The ancient clocks are directly in the eyes of everyone, and they are cracking into countless fragments!

At this moment, this world is like a dead!

Yin and Yang Siszi and Xia Wei, the smile of the mouth ridiculously, it seems very funny.

Even the old man is old, and it is also a maiden.

The ancient bell, broken!

Everyone looked at the back of Jun Xiaoyao at this time, like God!

"The monarch show is a gods, the natural emperor!" A Tianjin couldn't help but excite.

Jun Linglong, Wu Ming, Jun, Jian, Yu Yu and others, and the color of unprecedented enthusiasm.

Even the flowers are clear, but also a glitter.

The Tianjiao she had seen before, and a finger head of Jun Xiaoyao is more than.

As for the son of yin and yang and Xia Wei?

Don't say it, they can't even bear the monk of Jun Xiaoyao.

The entire Holy Spirit Academy is boiling, many monks, Qi Qi follows the Jun Xiaoyao, I want to see his last level, and Yue Longmen.

At this time, the old man suddenly took the brain, low breath: "Not good, it is dangerous!"

He refers to, not Jun Yao, but the golden corner of the lake.

That is, he is hurt!

However, when the big old is old, I will return to God.

In the distance of Yue Longmen, it is already an exciting voice.

Jun Xiaoyao, the golden idol, the golden gods, the lake, and it is directly that all the golden corners of the lake are shocked.

One does not stay!

One is not alive!

"!"

The long-lasting old throat, Yang Tian, ​​bursting out the mouth, the old eyes are red, the heart is blood.

That is all the baby pets he carefully carefully cultivated, and the fuck is killed by Jun Xiaoyao!