Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go-Novel2

When I think of it, in the future, I may even subvert the five great saints.

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Huo Feng's heart was beating violently.

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"Don't be in a hurry, don't be impulsive, I need to calm down now."

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Huo Feng took a deep breath.

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He felt that he had to be a little more cautious.

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If this kind of Demon Heart Sutra spreads out by accident, it will definitely bring disaster to his Huo family and even the entire Wuji City.

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Because this cultivation technique is too heaven-defying!

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And this was bestowed by the **** of fate and creation.

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"I can't be in a hurry. I have to take it step by step. When I have the opportunity, I will give this exercise to someone I trust."

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"And then spread to the entire Huo family, and finally control Wuji City, and then expand to the northern wasteland."

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It can be said that Huo Feng has been mediocre for so many years.

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But it also honed his calm temperament.

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"And right now, the most important thing is the appointment a month later."

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"Futuyan, wait for me, I'll let you know that the so-called saints are nothing more than that!"

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In Huo Feng's eyes, a flame was burning.

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He dodged and left immediately.

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And just a moment after Huo Feng left.

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In the forest, a young man in white with an orange cat on his hand appeared.

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Looking at the direction Huo Feng was leaving, Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

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"Yes, he has ambitions and desires, but he is not impulsive. He is a good seed for doing things."

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Jun Xiaoyao is quite satisfied with the chess piece he chose.

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The golden seeds that Huo Feng obtained.

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Naturally, it is a seed separated from Jun Xiaoyao's primordial demon seed.

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And that godlike figure is Jun Xiaoyao's spiritual body.

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Although he has not regained his strength for the time being, his image is still quite intimidating.

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Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao gave Huo Feng one-thousandth of his talent.

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Huo Feng said before that, if he can get the God of Killing, one-thousandth of his talent, he can even sacrifice his soul.

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And now, Jun Xiaoyao has fulfilled his wish.

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But what Huo Feng paid was not only himself and his soul.

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There is also the Huo family, Wuji City, and even the entire Northern Wasteland.

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"What exactly do you want to do?"

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The little white tiger, who was kneaded by Jun Xiaoyao, was very puzzled.

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She didn't understand what Jun Xiaoyao's operation meant.

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Of course, she naturally doesn't know how powerful and terrifying the Demon Heart Sutra that Jun Xiaoyao has fused into.

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It can be said that if the magic monarch's wedding dress magic trick is feared by all spirits of the world.

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Then Jun Xiaoyao's Devil's Heart Sutra is definitely a more terrifying and heaven-defying existence.

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If it is known by other forces in Jihai, it will definitely be extremely apprehensive.

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And right now, Jun Xiaoyao is using the northern wilderness of the Xuanhuang universe as a testing ground for the Demon Heart Sutra.

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I just checked out how terrifying his technique is.

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"Next, a month later, you can watch a good show, although there is no suspense." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

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With a ball of immortal substance he bestowed, plus a kind of magic heart sutra.

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Most importantly, Huo Feng also obtained one thousandth of Jun Xiaoyao's cultivation talent.

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This is one thousandth of Jun Xiaoyao's talent after the re-cultivation.

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This is much stronger than the talent he gave to preacher Tuoba Yu before.

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If this is the case, they will not be able to defeat the Buddha Buddha Yan of the Buddha Saint Clan.

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That Jun Xiaoyao will directly erase this chess piece.

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For a cultivator, a month is basically the blink of an eye.historical

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And in Wuji City, one of the most lively and bustling squares.

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Countless people have already gathered here.

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Everyone is looking forward to seeing a battle.

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Although it is a battle, there is not much suspense.

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A young man with a determined face had already stood on the square with a restrained expression.

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In the face of all kinds of pity or ridicule, he was unmoved.

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However, his eyes turned to a pavilion on the side of the square.

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On the pavilion, a woman in colorful clothes fluttering and standing in the wind was looking at him with sad eyes.

It was his sister, Huo Ling, who was famous far and wide in the Northern Wilderness.

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At this time, in the starry sky, nine magical birds with the blood of the Divine Phoenix came across the sky, pulling an incomparably extravagant chariot.

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One old and one young, descending.

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One of them was a man dressed in brocade, with a pale complexion and slightly sunken eye sockets, which gave off a gloomy look.

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And beside the man was an old man in black.

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"I have seen Young Master Yan..."

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The people of the major families in Wuji City all surrendered.

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This shadowy man is naturally the Buddha Yan of the Buddha Saint Clan.

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At this moment, Futuyan's mood is not too good.

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Because a cousin of his line, Futu Hong, was killed in two strokes in the most humiliating way.

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This not only damages the majesty of the Buddha's holy clan.

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Even more so, his clan line was suppressed by the clan.

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Futuyan was already in a gloomy mood, and another Huo Feng popped up, preventing him from getting the beauty.

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Naturally, Futuyan didn't have a good face towards Huo Feng.

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"Heh... a fallen young master of Wuji City, who dares to resist my son's orders."

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"But your brother-sister relationship is touching."

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"From this point of view, I will love your sister a lot."

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Buddha Yan showed a gloomy smile.

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"Let's fight." Huo Feng looked indifferent and didn't say much.

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"Heh..." Futuyan sneered.

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What kind of courage does a mediocre young master of a declining power have to challenge him, the genius of the holy clan.

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Although he is not a top class in the Buddha Saint Clan, he is not someone who can provoke him.

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The battle is about to begin.

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And on the pavilion by the square.

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Huo Ling, who was dressed in colorful clothes, had a sad face.

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Her facial features are extremely beautiful, her complexion is crystal clear, like a halo of pearlescent light, it is no wonder that she is well-known in the northern wilderness.

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"Presumably the girl should be Miss Huo's family."

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At this moment, a gentle voice came.

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Huo Ling looked around, not knowing when.

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A peerless young man in white, like an exiled immortal, sat leisurely by the window.

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Holding a teacup in one hand, and touching an orange cat in the other.

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Huo Ling was a little lost for a while.

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She had never seen such a handsome man in her life.

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In other words, in a place like the Northern Wilderness, there is no such person at all.

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"I'm Huo Ling." Huo Ling said.

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"It seems that you are worried about your brother." Jun Xiaoyao took a sip of tea.

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Mentioning this, Huo Ling's eyes dimmed, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

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"If it's possible, I'd rather not have my own appearance, so as not to implicate my brother and the whole family."

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"Do you think ~www.mtl.com~ your brother will lose?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled.

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For some reason, Huo Ling's sadness seemed to have been eased a lot when he saw the smile of the young man in white.

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"Although I also really want my brother to win, but..."

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Holling shook his head.

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The fact is here, it's impossible.

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However, the boy in white in front of her murmured.

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"Within ten moves, no, I think three moves should be enough."

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"Master, what are you talking about?" Huo Ling was puzzled for a while.

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And at this moment, above the square, a shocking noise suddenly broke out.

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"Oh my God, I read it right, three moves, just three moves, and Young Master Yan of the Buddha Saint Clan will be defeated!"

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"Has the young city master Huo Feng been hiding his clumsiness all the time? This talent is stronger than his sister, right?"

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Seeing this scene, Huo Ling's mind went blank.

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Her eyes suddenly turned to the side.

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However, he found that there was no figure of the young man in white.

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Only half a cup of tea was left, with a slight trace of residual warmth.

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Huo Ling was a little stunned, and picked up the teacup with her jade hand.

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"That son, who exactly is that?"

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