Chapter 120 Sign-In Seven-Star Reward, Panhuang Life Sword, Mysterious Fallen Saint Body! (Fifth Update)

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have won the seven-star reward, the Panhuang Sword of Time!"

As the system finished speaking, the void in front of Jun Xiaoyao was suddenly cut open.

Then, an ancient sword with a sense of simplicity appeared in front of Jun Xiaoyao.

This ancient sword is similar to the one Jun Xiaoyao had seen on Yang Pan before.

It's just that the Panhuang Sword of Life is filled with the breath of the common people, and the sword is also engraved with billions of common people.

And this Panhuang Sword of Time is full of the ancient and distant meaning of time.

On this sword, the engravings are the rotation of the sun and the moon, the change of the four seasons, the rotation of the stars, and the passing of time.

Just one look gives people a sense of vicissitudes.

"Interesting, I didn't expect to get one of the three Panhuang swords."

Even with Jun Xiaoyao's calm and calm personality, he rarely showed joy at this moment.

Although the sign-in reward is random, sometimes it seems to have something to do with the sign-in place.

There is no rule in this.

But no matter what, being able to get a seven-star reward, and the Panhuang Sword of Time, is definitely a pleasant surprise for Jun Xiaoyao.

"Did I evolve from a non-African to a European emperor?" Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

The last time he signed in at the palace of the ancient country of Suzaku, he only got a four-star reward.

Shaking his head slightly, Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and held the Panhuang Sword of Time.

Instantly, he felt a force of time flowing.

His entire arm seemed to be aging in time.

At this time, the twenty Daluo Immortal Bones in his arm glowed, resisting the erosion of this force of time.

"Interesting, if other people get this Panhuang Sword of Time, it will be difficult to use it for a while." Jun Xiaoyao said.

The power of time is very mysterious and terrifying.

If ordinary people get close to this Panhuang Sword of Time, they will probably age and age immediately.

Unless they are some strong people who can hold on with their own strength.

Jun Xiaoyao's mind moved slightly, holding the Panhuang Sword of Time, and casually slashed at the bronze puppets behind him.

Instantly, a semi-illusory sword light swept past, and those bronze puppets began to decay and age, and then turned directly into a pile of copper rust powder.

"It is indeed very strong." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

At his current level, he could not exert much power of the Panhuang Sword of Time.

But this casual sword was extremely powerful.

Suddenly, the Supreme Bone in Jun Xiaoyao's chest trembled again, as if it had some kind of resonance.

"The Supreme Bone has moved again, and the last time it was because of the reincarnation Daojin." Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

In this way, the next magical power of the Supreme Bone seems to be related to the power of reincarnation.

"It seems that when I have time later, I have to go to the Holy Spirit Academy to find out whether the reincarnation Holy Spirit can cause my Supreme Bone to transform." Jun Xiaoyao said to himself.

He put the Panhuang Sword of Time into the space artifact.

"If the Lord Panwu knew that I got the Panhuang Sword of Time that he had worked so hard to find by just signing in, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood, right?" Jun Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile.

At the moment, the Panhuang Sword of Life is in Yang Pan's hands.

The Panhuang Sword of Time is in Jun Xiaoyao's hands.

In the end, only the Panhuang Sword of Void is left.

"No hurry, the reason why I kept Yang Pan alive is to use him as a laborer to find the Panhuang Sword of Void, and then I just need to rob him."

Jun Xiaoyao has a plan and has already thought of a backup plan.

The only value of Yang Pan's life is to help him find the last Panhuang Sword of Void.

The Lord Panwu obviously also has this idea.

But Jun Xiaoyao doesn't mind, because no one can take away what he wants.

"Just this Panhuang Sword of Time is not a wasted trip." Jun Xiaoyao continued to move forward.

Even if Jun Xiaoyao didn't find the opportunity for the transformation of the holy body in the end, he would not have any regrets.

A sword, back to the original.

After getting rid of those bronze puppets, Jun Xiaoyao continued to go deeper into Panwuling.

The ancient palaces were covered with thick dust.

Most of the palaces were empty.

Obviously, the opportunities inside had long been looted by Panwu Divine Dynasty.

As for the occasional lost holy pills, precious medicines, holy medicines, royal weapons, etc., Jun Xiaoyao didn't care at all.

At this time, a special palace suddenly appeared in Jun Xiaoyao's vision.

The palace was located in the most remote corner deep in Panwuling, surrounded by piles of weeds.

There were even some chains outside, encircling that area, as if they didn't want people to get close.

"Huh... that is..." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes darkened.

In most places in Panwuling, you can see traces of people exploring.

Only that palace seemed to be uninhabited.

And there seemed to be blood-colored mist lingering around.

What made Jun Xiaoyao curious was not only the abnormality of the palace.

It was because his ancient holy body had a slight reaction.

Jun Xiaoyao made up his mind and stepped forward.

He pushed open the door of the temple, and it was pitch black inside.

A gust of cold wind blew out, and most people would be scared to death, but Jun Xiaoyao was calm and composed.

His ancient holy body restrained all demons, evil spirits, and dark forces, so it was not weak at all.

At this moment, the sound of chains rang out from the depths of darkness.

It felt like something imprisoned by chains began to move.

"Hmm?" Just as Jun Xiaoyao was concentrating.

A blood-colored fist wind suddenly exploded from the depths of darkness.

At the same time, there was a roar like a wild beast.

"What the hell?"

Jun Xiaoyao pushed out his right arm, and twenty pieces of Daluo Immortal Bones shone, and an extremely sacred aura lingered, colliding with the blood-colored fist wind.

Boom!

With a shock, the whole palace was shaking.

And under the reflection of the light of the Daluo Immortal Bones, he also saw the figure in front of him clearly.

It was a figure with long hair hanging down to the ground, like a savage.

A pair of scarlet eyes, filled with chaos and mania.

But what Jun Xiaoyao cared about was not the image of this savage, but his physique.

It turned out to be an ancient holy body!

Bang!

After a collision, Jun Xiaoyao and the savage figure retreated at the same time.

Jun Xiaoyao's arms were numb.

"Fortunately, there are the blessings of the Daluo Immortal Bone and the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power, otherwise the result is unpredictable." Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were very solemn.

In the depths of Panwuling, in the sealed palace.

How could an ancient holy body appear?

And it's not an ordinary ancient holy body.

This ancient holy body feels like a fallen holy body after some kind of transformation.

That's right, it's a fallen holy body!

Because the blood of the holy body is a bright and sacred gold, while the blood of this fallen holy body is an ominous dark red.

"This fallen holy body is definitely not the Great Emperor Panwu, what kind of existence is it?"

Jun Xiaoyao's heart was filled with doubts and confusion.