Chapter 343: Still strong and domineering, killing ten king-level geniuses in seconds

He had held out hope before, thinking that it might be Jun Xiaoyao who conquered Lang Huan by force.

Now it seems that it is indeed Lang Huan who wants to stick to Jun Xiaoyao.

He pursued her for a long time, but he didn't even touch Lang Huan's finger.

Now Lang Huan took the initiative to stick to another man.

No one can stand it, and their mentality is about to explode.

"Outside human race, you are looking for death!" Mo Ling couldn't help it and wanted to do it himself.

"Wait a minute." Jun Xiaoyao said.

"Why, you are afraid now?"

Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Mo Ling's face showed coldness.

Some of the surrounding burial creatures also looked at Jun Xiaoyao suspiciously.

Is this fearless master afraid now?

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care, but turned his head to ask Lang Huan: "If you win at the Ten Kings Feast, you can enter the Burial Realm"

"Well, at this Ten Kings Feast, those who rank high can enter the Burial Realm first, because the gap in the space is very small and unstable, so there are few places." Lang Huan said.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

This way it's easy.

Sweep all enemies and then enter the Burial Realm.

He looked at Mo Ling and said lightly: "It's too easy to deal with you alone, and it's a waste of time."

Jun Xiaoyao's words made Mo Ling's snake eyes flash with cold light.

However, before he could refute, Jun Xiaoyao's next words made all the creatures in the Burial Soul Mountain dumbfounded.

"Today, this son of God is here, and I challenge ten little kings alone!"

"You guys, go ahead!"

Jun Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves, with a transcendent demeanor.

The aura of the Great Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm surged out, and the surging blood and qi were no longer hidden, bursting out directly!

Like a God King coming out of retreat, like an ancient god coming to the world!

Many young Burial Land creatures with weaker cultivation were directly knocked to the ground, their faces as pale as paper.

Jun Xiaoyao's aura at this moment was too fierce, like an ancient divine elephant, shaking the heavens and earth, roaring down the stars!

"You..."

Mo Ling, Long Xiang, Jiuyou Bie and other ten little kings, each with a cold and fierce look.

What are the ten little kings? The most outstanding sons of heaven in the ten domains of the Eternal Burial Land.

And Jun Xiaoyao, just an outsider, dared to speak so arrogantly and challenged them all by himself.

This is no longer arrogant, but naked contempt!

Jun Xiaoyao regarded them as ants and did not take them seriously at all!

All the Burial Land Tianjiao present were stunned.

Only Lang Huan was very careful and noticed Jun Xiaoyao's self-proclaimed title.

"Calling himself the Son of God, it seems that he is not only the Jun family's genius, but also the Son of God with the most core status."

Lang Huan understood what the Son of God meant.

Even in the ancient family with a strong foundation, the Son of God is an absolute core figure.

Jun Xiaoyao's status is more noble than she imagined!

"It's a pity that this piece of fresh meat can be seen but not eaten." Lang Huan was a little annoyed.

At first, she thought that her status as the ninth princess of the Demon Kingdom was more than enough for Jun Xiaoyao.

Now it seems that she may really be too high.

"Humans from the outside world, you are too presumptuous. This is a burial ground, not a place for you to be rampant!"

The proud king of the eight-armed spider demon clan spoke.

He was all black, with four pairs of eyes on his face and eight arms on his body. Rather than being a humanoid creature, it is better to say that he is more like a humanoid monster.

However, his aura was very strong, and his cultivation was at the minor perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.

But with the racial innate ability of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan itself, his strength was enough to be on par with the Tianjiao who had reached the great perfection of the Divine Fire Realm.

"Come and die!"

The Tianjiao of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan made a move. He opened his mouth and spit out a silver thread, which wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao.

At the same time, his eight arms blasted out together, and the black evil spirit surged, forming a seal.

This is a great magical power of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan, the Eight Spider Demon Seal.

The silver long silk wrapped around Jun Xiaoyao, but Jun Xiaoyao stood still.

"Are you stupid?"

The Tianjiao of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan just smiled, and was shocked to see.

The silver thread he spit out disappeared directly into the void.

At the same time, Jun Xiaoyao moved his feet and took the initiative to dodge towards the Tianjiao of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan.

The next moment, the Tianjiao of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan was even more horrified to notice.

His Eight Spider Demon Seal disappeared completely, as if it was dissolved by an invisible force.

"How is it possible, you...!" The Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao was full of horror.

Although he had heard before that Jun Xiaoyao had a strange ability to be immune to magic power.

But he thought it was some kind of magical power.

Unexpectedly, it was so strange that it could eliminate all magic power without actively offering it.

This was too strange and beyond people's expectations.

Before the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao could recover from the shock.

Jun Xiaoyao's palm print had already covered it.

There was no magical power, no magic power.

It was just a simple palm, with 10 billion pounds of physical power, bombarding the chest of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao.

The Eight-armed Spider Demon Tribe's Tianjiao hurriedly resisted, and eight sharp and solid spears broke out of the spine behind him, protecting him in front of him.

This is the innate magical power of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan, the Eight-Spider Divine Spear.

The result is.

Crack!

The Eight-Spider Divine Spear was directly smashed by a palm, and Jun Xiaoyao's palm wind continued to move forward, hitting the chest of the Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan's Tianjiao.

Then...

There was a bang.

The blood mist in the sky exploded.

The Eight-armed Spider Demon Clan's Tianjiao fell!

The entire Soul Burial Mountain was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

All the creatures in the Burial Land who were watching the battle had their eyes popped out, their scalps numb, as if their heads were about to explode.

One of the ten little kings was killed in an instant.

All the creatures felt as if they were in a dream.

This is too unreal.

That was the strongest Tianjiao in the domain, with extraordinary strength. He stood out from millions of young Tianjiao and became one of the ten little kings.

But now, he couldn't withstand Jun Xiaoyao's move!

This kind of straightforward and decisive killing was so shocking that it made people numb all over.

"You..." Some of the eight-armed spider demons who came to watch the battle were stunned at first, and then filled with endless anger.

They couldn't help it and were about to take action.

However, they ran into Jun Xiaoyao's cold eyes.

In an instant, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured down, and the eight-armed spider demons woke up instantly.

They remembered that Jun Xiaoyao still had three terrifying great saint puppets, the God-killing puppets.

If Jun Xiaoyao sacrificed them, unless the saints and above in the tribe were invited, they would not be able to deal with Jun Xiaoyao at all.

Thinking of this, the eight-armed spider demons still held back and did not take action.

As for Mo Ling, his face froze.

Although his strength was a little stronger than the eight-armed spider demons, it was really only a little bit.

Jun Xiaoyao could kill the eight-armed spider demon clan genius in one move, so it would probably take no more than three or two moves to deal with him.

"Why, are you still going to challenge this son of God alone?" Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently, with his hands behind his back.

Mo Ling's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Jun Xiaoyao was just rubbing salt into his wounds.

"Humph, I don't believe it!"

Long Xiang of the Corpse Dragon Clan snorted coldly, and he decided to take action.