Chapter 389: Thunder Emperor Finger, one finger crushes, can't escape the fate of being refined

Jun Xiaoyao, if you only look at his appearance, is definitely a banished immortal, with a fairy spirit.

But at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's methods are extremely bloody and cruel.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the demons of hell and slaughtered hundreds of Tianjiao.

This is no longer a battle, but a complete massacre.

Facing the hundreds of Tianjiao's shrill cries for mercy, Jun Xiaoyao's handsome face was as cold as frost, without any emotion.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are straw dogs.

In Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, these Tianjiao are like a group of stupid ants, not even worth pity.

In the back, Yan Qingying watched this scene, and there was no mercy in her eyes.

Instead, she felt a sense of pleasure in her heart.

These Tianjiao, bewitched by Saint Himiko, came to surround and kill her, but now they have become pigs and dogs to be slaughtered.

To be honest, these Tianjiao are not unforgivable people, but it's a pity that they provoked Yan Qingying.

Jun Xiaoyao doesn't care whether these people are good or bad, as long as they provoke him, they will all die.

Yan Qingying's eyes finally fell on Jun Xiaoyao's back.

Although Yan Qingying is very strong, as long as she is with Jun Xiaoyao, she has an inexplicable sense of security, as if she has become a little woman.

There is also nostalgia in her obsidian eyes.

Perhaps only Jun Xiaoyao can make Yan Qingying look like this.

On the other side, one after another of the Tianjiao fell and died.

Himiko and Miao Wuxin are still fighting. After all, their strength is also extraordinary, not a cannon fodder.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are the son of the Jun family, but you actually use such evil skills!" Himiko gritted her silver teeth, her lips turned pale.

She felt a kind of panic in her heart. In this situation, she could not escape at all.

Miao Wuxin also tried her best to resist at this moment, no longer as calm as water and solemn as before.

It turns out that in the face of life and death, this little Buddhist girl from the Western Paradise is no different from ordinary people.

Jun Xiaoyao did not respond, but looked at Himiko and others with a look of mental retardation.

Are there really such stupid moralists in this world?

Jun Xiaoyao did not say anything, his footsteps flashed, and his figure was like teleportation, and he rushed directly in front of Himiko and Miao Wuxin.

At this moment, except for the two of them who were struggling hard, the rest of the hundreds of Tianjiao all fell, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

"Not good!"

Himiko's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly gathered all her magic power and fought to the death.

"The Holy Judgement from Heaven!"

The sky surged, and the holy light fell, making Himiko look like a saint descending to the world. The magic power turned into a beam of judgment and shot towards Jun Xiaoyao.

Miao Wuxin also made a full effort. Not to mention defeating Jun Xiaoyao, at least he had to find a way to escape.

"Pick up the flower Buddha's hand!"

Miao Wuxin made a flower-picking gesture with her jade hand and blasted out a Buddha seal, which is a powerful magical power of Xiao Xitian.

Facing the two women's ultimate moves of resistance, Jun Xiaoyao had a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He casually stretched out a finger, and the terrifying power of thunder gathered. In the void, it turned into a giant finger covered with thunder patterns, like the giant finger of the ancient Thunder Emperor, crushing out.

It was the top method among the Thunder Emperor's great magical powers, the Thunder Emperor's Finger!

As soon as he pointed, the thunder was violent, making the void boil.

Lei Mingyuan, who was watching from the side, was so excited that his face flushed, and he was almost spiraling up to heaven.

"Thunder Emperor's Finger, the top method among the Thunder Emperor's great magical powers, I didn't expect that I, Lei Mingyuan, would be able to see this unique skill in my lifetime!" Lei Mingyuan was so excited that he trembled all over.

For his body of heavenly thunder, this Thunder Emperor's Finger was simply tailor-made for him.

Of course, even if Jun Xiaoyao is not a body of heavenly thunder, with his strength, the Thunder Emperor Finger he displayed has reached perfection and has great power.

Even if Lei Mingyuan obtains this unique skill, the power he displays cannot be compared with Jun Xiaoyao.

Boom!

The void vibrates, thunder ripples spread, and the entire Soul-Breaking Cliff seems to be razed to the ground.

Two figures vomited blood and flew away. They were Himiko and Miao Wuxin.

They were extremely embarrassed at this moment. Their snow-white skin was charred by thunder and lightning. They had no appearance of saints and Buddhist women at all.

Before the two women came to their senses, Jun Xiaoyao's figure appeared in front of them like a flash.

Jun Xiaoyao stretched out his two hands and pinched the jade necks of Himiko and Miao Wuxin.

These two, one is a saint who is high above, and the other is a Buddhist woman who is not stained by the world.

But at this moment, they were like two hens, being pinched by Jun Xiaoyao's neck and held in his hand.

Jun Xiaoyao's physical strength was strong to begin with, and with a casual pinch, the two women's faces turned red, they couldn't breathe, tears and snot flowed, and they were a mess.

The group of Tianjiao watching the excitement around were dumbfounded.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe that the Saint of the Holy Church and the Buddhist girl of Xiaoxitian would be so embarrassed.

Not to mention like a chicken, it's even worse than a chicken.

"Tsk tsk, it's really scary, what Buddhist girl, saint girl, in front of the Jun family's son of God, they are all garbage!"

"Hey, that's because the Jun family's son of God has this identity and qualifications. If it were you, you would only be a dog licker."

Some Tianjiao were sighing.

If you had Jun Xiaoyao's appearance, identity and strength, who would be willing to be a dog licker?

At this moment, Himiko and Miao Wuxin, the two women, felt unprecedented humiliation in their hearts.

If it was just to defeat them, it would be fine. Now, they are being held up like this, which makes them lose all face.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't go too far. I am also a saint of the Holy Church, and the Holy Son is still in the ancient world of immortals." Himiko said strugglingly.

Now she can only threaten the Holy Church and the Holy Son.

Jun Xiaoyao smiled and exerted force with his palm.

Himiko felt more suffocated, and blood gushed out of her mouth.

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't kill me..." Miao Wuxin also began to beg for mercy.

Jun Xiaoyao had a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"It is said that the monks of Xiaoxitian see through life and death, but now it seems that they are still afraid of death. It doesn't matter, this son of God will not kill you..."

Jun Xiaoyao's words made Himiko and Miao Wuxin feel relieved.

But the next moment, their hearts were completely cold.

"Qingying, after refining the two of them, your cultivation should be able to break through to the realm of true gods, right?" Jun Xiaoyao said.

"My Lord, Qingying will definitely be able to achieve it!" Yan Qingying's eyes were bright.

These two, one is a saint and the other is a Buddhist woman. Their mana and energy are extremely surging, not much weaker than the fallen son of God and others before.

Yan Qingying has now reached the great perfection of the virtual god realm, and it is no problem for her to break through to the true god.

"No... don't!" Himiya screamed miserably.

She would rather be killed by Jun Xiaoyao than be refined and killed by the Devouring God Demon Art.

"That's not up to you." Jun Xiaoyao shook his arms, shattering the bones of the two women, and then threw them directly to Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying raised his hand, and the Devouring God Demon Art was performed, crushing the two women's bodies bit by bit, turning them into the purest spiritual energy.

This scene made all the onlookers' scalps numb and goose bumps fall all over the floor.

Seeing their own bodies being crushed and swallowed bit by bit, this is too terrifying, it is simply the worst way to die.

Jun Xiaoyao looked around and spoke coldly.

"You must have seen it. In the future, if anyone dares to use the Devouring Gods and Demons Art as an excuse to target this Son of God's followers, it will not only be him who will be refined."

"This Son of God will also kill all nine clans!"