is not the kind that craves gentleness.But this kind of concern does make one feel very comfortable.At least Jiang Luoli's personality wouldn't be so gentle.If Jiang Luoli is a cute and playful loli....This Holy Master-level powerhouse who made a move against Jun Xiaoyao was a middle-aged man in a black robe with a sinister face.

But on his head, there grew two blood-colored ram's horns.

In some tribal legends, goats are a symbol of demons.

This is a Saint-level powerhouse of the Abyss Demon Race.

Although the Yuanmo Clan is not royalty, it is a top-tier military clan under the royal family.

Exotic factions, stacked like pyramids, with a strict hierarchy.

Slave Clan, Will Clan, King Clan, Apex King Clan, Quasi-Emperor Clan, Immortal Emperor Clan.

It can be said that even the average combat strength of clan creatures is a notch higher than that of cultivators in the Immortal Domain.

As for the royal families and imperial clans above, there's no need to say more.

"Like you, a 'seed,' needs to be eradicated!"

The Abyssal Demon Clan's Holy Lord, with a cold and stern expression, intended to slay Xiang Jun Xiaoyao.

He knew well that the elite figures of the Immortal Realm were incredibly extraordinary.

If left to grow, he would at the very least become a Great Emperor in the future.

"Stop him!"

Meng Zhan saw this and roared!

Although Jun Xiaoyao has fought against quasi-supreme figures in the original Imperial City.

But in the eyes of everyone, it doesn't mean that Jun Xiaoyao can truly defeat the quasi-supreme.

They believe that Jun Xiaoyao should only be able to barely fight a quasi-supreme.

...while the strong ones of a foreign domain are much stronger than those of the same realm. ...

Compared to the quasi-supreme beings of the Immortal Realm, he's probably not much different.

So Meng Zhan naturally didn't want Jun Xiaoyao to take such risks.

On the Meng family's side, several Saints wanted to take action, but they were temporarily stopped by the Saints from the alien realm.

Meng Zhan and another quasi-supreme being, also held back by She Night Demon, couldn't spare themselves at all.

"Hiss, hiss, the seed of your Immortal Realm is about to fall," Sheyan, the serpent demon king, hissed with a cold smile.

Meng Zhan's face was icy cold.

He could only hope that Jun Xiaoyao could delay for some time, waiting for them to be free to rescue him.

"Looks like no one's coming to save you." The Abyssal Demon Clan Lord locked onto Jun Xiaoyao, extending a giant hand to obliterate him.

"What are you, so ordinary yet so confident."

It is foolish to measure Jun Xiaoyao's strength by his realm.

Although the Saint Lord of a foreign realm is somewhat stronger than the Saint Lord of the Immortal Realm.

But in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, it was just so-so.

Given his talent, cultivation base, and power, if he still can't slay a Saint Master across ranks, then he would be somewhat lacking.

"Die!"

The Abyssal Demon Clan's Holy Lord's palm, like a black sky pressing down,

He, a powerful Saint Lord, was actually called ordinary

This is too heartbreaking.

"Freely and at ease, as you wish." Ling Yuan glanced at Jun Xiaoyao.

For some reason, I felt a little nervous in my heart.

Even a slight feeling of wanting to go up and help

"It's that karmic entanglement from a thousand lifetimes at play again," Ling Yuan suppressed her thoughts.

Logically, seeing Jun Xiaoyao in peril, she should have rejoiced.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao is a thorn in her eye and a splinter in her flesh, her sworn enemy.

But now, there is no such feeling at all.

He was meant to die at the hands of Gu Di Zi, not at the hands of alien creatures.

Ling Yuan found an excuse for herself.

Then, she urged the Nuwa Saint Body, a terrifying aura erupted, her blue silk danced wildly, like a beautiful and peerless fairy queen, raising her palm to strike the Abyssal Demon Clan's Lord.

But the next moment, Lingyuan's movement stopped.

But seeing you so carefree, your body trembled, surging with qi and blood like a dragon traversing the heavens!

Immortal body of Ta Lu, activate!

Within, cells throb like tiny universes, bursting with vitality!

Two hundred and sixty worlds of Xumi's power are unleashed!

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand into a fist, unleashing the Kunpeng Boundless God Fist, possessing supreme crushing power!

A fist of the Demon Lord, who had descended from the Abyss, collided with a palm that was pressing down!

Boom!

The void trembled and shattered, with waves of magic rippling outward. Surrounding celestial bodies were instantly reduced to dust!

With a bang!

A deafening explosion echoed!

But seeing the Abyssal Demon Clan's Holy Master let out a miserable cry, the arm that had reached out was directly smashed to pieces by Jun Xiaoyao's punch!

Silence!

Absolute silence!

Even amidst this brutal carnage, some members of the Meng Clan and extraterrestrial beings couldn't help but cast their gaze upon Jun Xiaoyao, their eyes filled with shock.

Jun Xiaoyao could instantly kill creatures of the same level from other domains, and they acknowledged this.

After all, he is a top-tier figure from the fairy realm.

But…

Right now, the one making a move is a Saint Master-level expert!

...and even stronger than an ordinary Xianyu Saint Lord! ...

...but was beaten and had an arm broken by Jun Xiaoyao! ...

"You...what in the world are you!" The Abyssal Demon Clan's Saint Lord's expression was twisted, his astonishment reaching its peak!

Even he, a powerhouse, was shocked to the core.

Even as the pride of a foreign royal family, they wouldn't necessarily be this formidable, would they

Jun Xiaoyao strikes again, his sword intent surging powerfully.

Surrounding void, blades of emerald grass sway and stretch.

Amongst the rustling leaves, a surging tide of sword energy rose like a tempest, as if capable of cleaving down celestial stars from afar!

The Art of the Grass Sword!

The Saint Master of the Abyssal Demon Clan was surrounded by sword qi from the Grass Sword.

A novel sense of death, unprecedented and profound, enveloped his very being.

The Abyssal Demon Race Sovereign never expected that this feeling of death would come from a young man in the Immortal Domain.

"You insolent brat, do not get too carried away!" The Holy Lord of the Abyssal Demon Clan was furious, his face contorted with anger.

Two blood-colored ram horns protruded from his head, detaching themselves directly and transforming into two crimson sky swords that slashed towards the grass script sword qi.

Blood-red magic surges.

"Dark Curse Great Seal!"

The Abyssal Demon Clan's Holy Master, using his other intact arm, unleashed his ultimate move.

He knew that this young man could no longer be judged by common sense, and he could only use absolute force to kill him with one move!

Jun Xiaoyao's five fingers closed, and the grass-character sword qi in the surrounding void also converged directly. In an instant, millions of swords were slashed out.

The blood-colored flying sword formed from the ram's horns shattered directly!

Jun Xiaoyao unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Fist once more, a shower of reincarnation runes erupting like six ancient universes, crushing down upon the Abyssal Demon Clan's Saint Lord.

Adding the power of two hundred and sixty Mount Sumeru worlds.

The Abyssal Demon Clan's Holy Lord, felt that his physical body was about to be crushed!

There was a deafening roar.

Dark Curse Hand Seal Shattered!

The physical body of the Abyss Demon Race's Saint Lord exploded.

But just then, a black light, as swift as lightning, darted toward Jun Xiaoyao's brow.

...to possess someone! ...

"You brat, your physical body is too terrifying! If I take over your body, I'll definitely be able to break through to the Immortal King!"

The primordial spirit of the Abyss Demon Clan's Saint Lord shrieked, like a black arrow piercing towards Jun Xiaoyao's brow.

"Be careful, the divine child!" Meng Zhan and others shouted.

This scene came out of nowhere, catching everyone off guard.

"Caution!"

Ling Yuan subconsciously cried out as well.

"Hehe..."

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with a hint of cold irony, allowing the Yuan Shen of the Abyss Demon Clan's Saint Master to pierce his brow.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of everyone on the Meng family team.

Ling Yuan's delicate body trembled, unable to express the complex feeling she felt.

Then the Snake Demon let out a rasping laugh.

The celestial seed fell, but its mission was accomplished.

However, they were unaware.

At this moment, in Jun Xiaoyao's sea of consciousness.

The primordial spirit of the Abyssal Demon Clan's Saint Lord froze entirely.

He stared ahead, at three Dao Blossoms emanating with the aura of time, completely stunned!

He had never seen such a powerful primordial spirit!

Hopelessly strong!

Divine power, boundless like the ocean, vast and surging!

Even his own holy Lord's Divine Soul was far, far too inferior in comparison!

"Whoever dares to possess the body of this deity, seeks their own destruction!"

Sitting cross-legged upon the Flower of Reality on the Great Road, Jun Xiaoyao's primordial spirit wore a cold expression.

Infinite divine power!

Three Lives Soul!

And there is also the Three Realms Immortal Scripture for cultivating one's primordial spirit!

Is this Abyss Demon Clan Saint Lord, not courting death

Boom!

The Chaos God Grinder manifested, stained with the mottled blood of gods and demons, crushing towards the primordial spirit of the Abyss Demon Clan's Saint Lord.

"No!"

The Demon King roared!

with utter despair!

He not only wants to die, but he also has to endure the ultimate pain of his soul being crushed inch by inch before death!Chapter 1787 Ancestral Spirit Sacred Race, Bone Spirit Child, A Special Kind of Spiritual Life