Sacred Body of the Immortals

Jun Battle Sword's face was a shade of green and a shade of red.

　　Just now, he was still thinking that his strike could not be too heavy, and that it would be bad if he hurt Jun Easy.

　　Now it was good that he was covered in dust and bruises.

　　"The Free Clan brother really does have the posture of a godly man ah, Clan brother admires ..." Jun Battle Sword got up, his face barely squeezing out a smile that was worse than crying.

　　Today, he had lost all his face.

　　As soon as Jun Prowler fought, he was simply on fire, and he couldn't even cast his Indestructible Sword Body in time.

　　However, even if he was able to execute the Undying Sword Body, Jun Battle Sword was not sure that he could suppress Jun Easy.

　　It was because when Jun Free was born, he had the vision of the Ten Thousand Saints worshipping him.

　　Once the Saint Body vision came out, who could be defeated?

　　"What a monster ...," Jun Zaijian secretly sighed in his heart.

　　To have this kind of strength at only three years old, in a few more years, that would be great, I'm afraid that he could challenge the top five sequences.

　　The surrounding crowd was also astonished and couldn't close their mouths, thinking that it wouldn't be long before the news of this battle would spread throughout the entire Jun Family.

　　Jun Prowler had only broken the Ten Thousand Ancient Extreme Realm at the Taiyue Ancient Monument, and now he had defeated Jun Battle Sword.

　　The few clansmen who had previously questioned Jun Easy's heart were now in admiration.

　　"Clan Brother Easy will have a great future in the future, by the time you are ten years old, you will certainly be able to become a Sequence, even above me." Jun Battle Sword said.

　　It was the rule of the Jun Family that the younger generation would not be eligible to join the Sequence's competition until after they were ten years old.

　　Jun Prowler, however, shrugged his shoulders.

　　He had long been the zero sequence within the eighteen ancestors.

　　The status was even above the first sequence.

　　It was just that it hadn't been announced yet.

　　It would be announced at the Ten Year Old Banquet, and at that time, if Jun Zhaoshan knew about this news, he still did not know what his expression would be.

　　"Farewell, Prosperous Clan Brother." Jun Zhangjian only wanted to close his eyes and cultivate right now.

　　Jun Easy, on the other hand, said indifferently, "By the way, Clan Brother Battlecry Sword, as a Sequence, there is no need for you to have any cat or dog as a follower, that would be out of character."

　　When Jun Zhanjian heard this, his gaze flickered and he spoke, "Understood."

　　On the other hand, Lan Qingya, who had heard these words, her face was incomparably bashful and red, her heart unusually humiliated.

　　Obviously, the a cat or a dog in Jun Easy's mouth was referring to her.

　　Subsequently, Jun Zhaoshan and Lan Qingya both left.

　　"Ai, my means are still insufficient ah ...," Jun Prowler's eyes showed a thoughtful color.

　　Although he was now at the stage of laying a foundation, it was time for him to cultivate some martial arts aptitudes.

　　Otherwise, the means would be too one-dimensional.

　　As a Desolate Ancient Family, the last thing the Jun Family lacked was all sorts of rare martial arts texts.

　　"Go find Grandpa and ask." Jun Prowler thought secretly.

　　On the other hand, Jun Zhaoshan didn't walk out far before stopping in his tracks.

　　"It seems that on past occasions, you leave the Jun Family." Jun Zhangjian said indifferently.

　　"No, Lord Battle Sword, don't drive Qingya away!" Lan Qingya's face suddenly changed, turning deathly white.

　　In the Jun Family, any cultivation resources were at her fingertips and her status was superior.

　　If she left the Jun Family, she would be no different from those female cultivators struggling at the bottom.

　　"Get lost, if it wasn't for you, how would I have gotten into such trouble and lost such a big face!"

　　With a fling of his arm, Jun Zaijian sent Lan Qingya flying, causing her to spit blood from her mouth.

　　Looking at Jun Zaijian's indifferently departing back, the pain on Lan Qingya's face transformed into a bone-deep sense of resentment.

　　"Jun Easy, it's all because of you, relying on your status to oppress others ..."

　　"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, could it be a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body that has broken a yoke, if this news is told to those rival forces of the Jun Family, or the Swift Ancient Imperial Clan ..."

　　Lan Qingya's face changed as she speculated in her mind.

　　With her limited imagination, she simply could not imagine Jun Prowler being a Desolate Ancient Saint Body that had broken ten shackles.

　　In her opinion, Desolate Ancient Saint Bodies that had broken one yoke were extremely rare.

　　"By the way, I heard that this Jun Prowler will be hosting a ten year old banquet later on, and at that time, if he attracts enemies to come ..."

　　Lan Qingya knew to herself that with her own abilities, not to mention this life, even if it was the next life, the next life, she would definitely not be able to retaliate against Jun Prowler.

　　The only way was to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

　　"Just wait, Jun Easy, and this bitch Jun Linglong, you will all pay the price!"

　　Lan Qingya, cloaked and gray, was finally escorted away by the Jun Family guards and swept away.

　　On the other hand, Jun Prowler didn't care at all about this little person, Lan Qingya.

　　She was not even as good as an ant in Jun Easy's eyes.

　　The reason why he admonished Jun Zhaoshi like that was just that he did not want to see an eyesore in the future.

　　At this moment, Jun Easy was asking Jun Zhantian for advice.

　　"What, you want to learn martial arts aptitude, that's too overly ambitious ...," Jun Zhantian frowned his florid eyebrows.

　　In his opinion, Jun Prowler was too over-ambitious.

　　Only three years old, it was the right time to build a foundation, what martial arts aptitude to learn.

　　Moreover, cultivating martial arts aptitude also required natural talent and enlightenment, and it would also consume a lot of time.

　　"Let me give it a try, if it consumes too much time, big deal, I won't learn it." Jun Prowler said.

　　In the end, Jun Zantian couldn't argue and could only agree to let Jun Prowler cultivate a martial arts aptitude first.

　　Moreover, Jun Zantian had sold a little heart, he had purposely selected an extremely powerful, rather high ranked, but also very complex offensive divine ability of the Jun Clan.

　　"This is the Soldier Felling Skill, after practicing it to great completion, the mana can be condensed into swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, forks and other divine weapons, and when the Soldier Felling Skill comes out, ten thousand divine weapons will follow it, chopping up the heavens and destroying the earth, and it will be powerful and overwhelming." Jun Zantian explained.

　　"Good then, I'll be practicing the Soldier Felling Skill." Jun Prowler had excitement in his eyes.

　　Jun Zantian laughed, while in his heart, he thought smugly, "Grandson, wanting to fight with grandpa is still a little too tender, this Divine Principle, grandpa also practiced it for a full year back then, before he was able to get started ..."

　　In Jun Zantian's anticipation, Jun Prowler should have given up after a few days of cultivation, right?

　　However, a few short days passed.

　　Inside the Heavenly Emperor's Palace, there was a roaring sound that shook the sky as endless golden light stormed the heavens.

　　Golden mana swept out like a storm, then condensed into swords, spears, swords, halberds, and other divine weapons, splitting the sky and cracking the earth.

　　"Grandpa, it's been a few days and I've only just managed to get started, cultivating divine powers is really complicated." Jun Prowler stepped out, shaking his head slightly with a disappointed look on his face.

　　"Cough...," Jun Zantian barely spat out a mouthful of old blood.

　　"Grandfather?" Jun Prowler was puzzled.

　　"No ... nothing, in the future, if you want to learn any aptitude, go to the Martial Pavilion to find it yourself, grandpa is going to go and be quiet for a while."

　　Jun Zantian turned around and left, not wanting to stay with this little monster for a while longer at all.

　　Because if he stayed any longer, Jun Zantian was afraid that his Dao Heart would collapse, suspecting that he had lived all these years to the dogs!

　　Jun Prowler had a puzzled look on his face.

　　...

　　Next, five years passed in a flash.

　　That year, Jun Free was already eight years old.

　　The young man was growing up, handsome as an immortal banishing dust.

　　Sometimes Jun Linglong could stare blankly at Jun Easy's divine and incomparable handsome face for a whole day without the slightest bit of boredom.

　　For any woman, being able to see such an immortal-like handsome face every day was definitely a blessing that could not be repaired in three lifetimes.

　　Jun Easy himself, on the other hand, had been concentrating on his cultivation without slacking off.

　　His technique was the supreme method of the Jun Family, the Taixuan Scripture.

　　The Body Refining Dharma was the Divine Elephant Prison Suppressing Strength.

　　The Soul Refining Technique was the Chaotic Divine Grinding Conceptualization Technique.

　　In addition, there were also a number of Jun Family martial arts aptitudes including the Soldier's Felling Skill, which he was also practicing, so it could be said that he was progressing in tandem.

　　Jun Prowler's cultivation, too, had directly crossed the Nine Heavens of the Spirit Sea in a row, breaking into the Divine Palace Realm, which was about the same as Jun Zhaoshan's cultivation realm back then.

　　Moreover, because of the special reason of the Desolate Ancient Saint Body, the Spirit Sea in the dantian of his body was a golden Spirit Sea that was boundless.

　　The degree of mana majesty was unrivaled by anyone in the same class, and it was called the Endless Spirit Sea.

　　"There are only two years until the Ten Years Banquet, after the Ten Years Banquet, it is time for me to go out and walk the world, and in the meantime, explore the news of the Yuan Tian Supreme's secret stash." Jun Prowler muttered.

　　These two signing places were always on his mind.

　　After all, he had already signed in the Grand Completion Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the Divine Elephant Prison Suppressing Strength, and he was curious as to what other goodies he could obtain from the next signing in.

　　On the other hand, Jun Linglong was also practicing in the side hall of the Heavenly Emperor's Palace, and she had completely become Jun Prowler's loyal maid.

　　At a certain moment, Jun Linglong felt something in her heart and took out a jade slip that conveyed messages, and a message came out from within.

　　"It's her?" Jun Linglong's beautiful eyes narrowed.