Chapter 119 The sixth patriarch of the Jun family, the old emperor is suffering, Pan Wuling signed i
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J Shen
Chapter 119 The sixteenth patriarch of the Jun family, the old emperor is suffering, Pan Wuling signed in (fourth change)
The person who made this sound was none other than the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty, a supreme and powerful man.
"Why is this happening?" God Master Pan Wu was puzzled.
Why did the old emperor speak up and say to give Jun Xiaoyao a chance?
However, Lord Panwu didn't dare to contradict the old emperor, so he could only admit it.
"Hmph, since the old emperor doesn't care about it, I'll give you a chance, so be it." God Lord Pan Wu said indifferently.
"What, is it really the old emperor who spoke?" There were many suspicious voices all around.
The old emperor, but an extremely strong man, has retired for many years.
He never thought that today's turmoil would also alarm him.
What is even more astonishing is, why did the old emperor agree to let Jun Xiaoyao enter Pan Wuling?
Many people in the outside world are somewhat incomprehensible.
And at this moment, in the depths of the imperial palace, there is an ancient underground secret room.
Three figures sit facing each other.
One of them is an old man wearing a crown with a supreme aura. He is the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty.
Opposite him, there were two figures sitting cross-legged.
One of the thin old men in gray robes was the eighteenth ancestor of the Jun family.
The other one is also dressed in a gray robe, but on the outside, he looks like a ten-year-old child, but his eyes are very vicissitudes, old-fashioned.
"Unexpectedly, even the sixteenth patriarch of the Jun family was born." The old emperor smiled wryly.
"Well, it's been buried underground for a long time, so it's time to come out and move your body." The Sixteenth Patriarch, who looked like a child, twisted his neck and said with a smile that didn't fit.
The corners of the old emperor's eyes twitched slightly.
The sixteenth patriarch of the Jun family looks like a child, but in fact his seniority is frighteningly old.
It is rumored that the sixteenth patriarch of the Jun family swallowed a longevity fruit when he was ten years old, and has maintained the appearance of a ten-year-old child ever since.
However, it would be a bit foolish to underestimate his strength because of his appearance.
The strength of the Sixteenth Patriarch is not weaker than that of the Eighteenth Patriarch.
"Hehe, the arrival of the two of you really made my Pan Wushen shine." The old emperor smiled, but he was quite helpless in his heart.
"That's right, the old imperial lord is really magnanimous, allowing the descendants of my Jun family to enter Panwuling. Come, let's toast." The Eighteenth Patriarch smiled and raised the wine glass on the table.
"Be polite." The old emperor also raised his glass, but he felt bitter.
The two ancestors of the Jun family are smiling faces.
If he disagrees, let Jun Xiaoyao enter Pan Wuling.
Then what he wants to eat next is not a toast, but a fine wine.
Although the old emperor was strong, he couldn't stand the persecution of the two ancestors of the Jun family, so he could only retreat and give in.
Although it is impossible for the entire Panwu God Dynasty to be the only top powerhouse.
But you must know that these two ancestors are not the only ones buried in the ancestral temple of the Jun family.
What happened in this secret room is unknown to the outside world.
They are still wondering, when did the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty become so open-minded?
"Could it be that the ancestor is here?" Jun Xiaoyao guessed with his eyes darkened.
It should be only the ancestors of the Jun family who can subdue the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty.
Just one Eighteenth Patriarch, can the old emperor be so afraid?
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, but he didn't think much about it.
Anyway, it is enough to achieve your own goals.
Afterwards, God Master Panwu grudgingly opened Panwuling for Jun Xiaoyao with a cold face.
Panwuling is located deep underground in the Forbidden City.
At the entrance, stands an ancient monument.
When Jun Xiaoyao came here, looking at the ancient monument, he seemed to sense something vaguely.
"It seems that in this Wuling, I should have gained a lot." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.
Around, people from many forces followed.
Although they can't enter Pan Wuling, it's good to just take a look outside.
They also wanted to know why Jun Xiaoyao wanted to enter Pan Wuling so much.
"Go in, remember, you only have one chance, if you come out, you can't go in again." Lord Panwu said coldly.
"Oh, is there any danger inside?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.
"People with the direct bloodline of my Pan Wushen Dynasty are naturally not in danger, but if they are outsiders..." Pan Wushen Lord didn't say much.
But in the words, there is obviously no shortage of threats.
"Heh... Jun has even fought against the Supreme Demon Corpse, so is he still afraid of a mere Pan Wuling?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled, flicked his sleeves, and without the slightest hesitation, he dodged close to the ancient monument.
His figure was suddenly enveloped by a burst of light and disappeared.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, God Lord Panwu's expression became even colder.
All the onlookers around were also secretly stunned.
Indeed, to Jun Xiaoyao, all kinds of dangerous secret realms seem to be able to turn danger into good luck, and they are nothing at all.
Just as the outside world was waiting.
Jun Xiaoyao has already arrived at Pan Wuling.
Looking around, the entire Panwuling is more like an underground palace.
Everywhere is filled with ancient and vicissitudes of life, like a dusty palace group.
Jun Xiaoyao looked leisurely but calm.
However, not long after he stepped out, formation lines suddenly lit up on the ground, and formation lines spread out.
Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao felt that the surrounding gravity seemed to be much stronger, as if an ancient mountain was pressing on his shoulders.
"What is this, a test?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.
Before he could think about it, a few bronze arrows came through the air with a sharp aura.
Jun Xiaoyao poked around and smashed those arrows.
boom!boom!boom!
The ground shakes rhythmically.
Immediately, rows of bronze puppets came roaring from the depths of Panwuling.
Among them, there are puppets holding bronze spears, and there are also puppets holding longbows and crossbows.
"This is... terracotta warriors?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows in disapproval.
But after thinking about it, Pan Wuling is rumored to be the mausoleum of the royal family, with guards similar to terracotta warriors, which is understandable.
"With the formation here, plus the terracotta warriors, the ordinary Tianjiao may really be forced to retreat." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.
He finally understood what the threat Master Pan Wushen was talking about just now.
It is indeed difficult for ordinary Tianjiao to advance an inch, and it is impossible to penetrate Pan Wuling at all.
But for Jun Xiaoyao, this kind of test is rather boring.
Rumble!
Jun Xiaoyao stimulated the power of the ancient holy body and the idol's prison-suppressing power.
Golden Qi and blood rose up and turned into a lifelike golden idol.
The idol rushed out, its trunk rolled, and a group of bronze puppets were knocked into the air.
Each of these puppets is comparable to the Heaven's Chosen One, in addition to being invulnerable and painless, they are more like killing machines.
Unfortunately, it is useless in front of Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao pointed at the sword again, and cut it out with one sword.
The Immortal Killing Sword Art was unleashed, and the mighty sword light directly tore apart the bronze puppet battle formation in front of it.
Behind Jun Xiaoyao, the wings of the devil stretched out and turned into a streamer, easily breaking through the defense line.
If Lord Panwu saw this scene, he would definitely be astonished.
In Panwuling, the test against the young supreme had almost no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.
After Jun Xiaoyao went deep into Pan Wuling, the system's mechanical prompt sounded again in his mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have arrived at Wuling, the sign-in site, do you sign in?"
"Sign in!" Jun Xiaoyao said.
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(End of this chapter)
The person who made this sound was none other than the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty, a supreme and powerful man.
"Why is this happening?" God Master Pan Wu was puzzled.
Why did the old emperor speak up and say to give Jun Xiaoyao a chance?
However, Lord Panwu didn't dare to contradict the old emperor, so he could only admit it.
"Hmph, since the old emperor doesn't care about it, I'll give you a chance, so be it." God Lord Pan Wu said indifferently.
"What, is it really the old emperor who spoke?" There were many suspicious voices all around.
The old emperor, but an extremely strong man, has retired for many years.
He never thought that today's turmoil would also alarm him.
What is even more astonishing is, why did the old emperor agree to let Jun Xiaoyao enter Pan Wuling?
Many people in the outside world are somewhat incomprehensible.
And at this moment, in the depths of the imperial palace, there is an ancient underground secret room.
Three figures sit facing each other.
One of them is an old man wearing a crown with a supreme aura. He is the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty.
Opposite him, there were two figures sitting cross-legged.
One of the thin old men in gray robes was the eighteenth ancestor of the Jun family.
The other one is also dressed in a gray robe, but on the outside, he looks like a ten-year-old child, but his eyes are very vicissitudes, old-fashioned.
"Unexpectedly, even the sixteenth patriarch of the Jun family was born." The old emperor smiled wryly.
"Well, it's been buried underground for a long time, so it's time to come out and move your body." The Sixteenth Patriarch, who looked like a child, twisted his neck and said with a smile that didn't fit.
The corners of the old emperor's eyes twitched slightly.
The sixteenth patriarch of the Jun family looks like a child, but in fact his seniority is frighteningly old.
It is rumored that the sixteenth patriarch of the Jun family swallowed a longevity fruit when he was ten years old, and has maintained the appearance of a ten-year-old child ever since.
However, it would be a bit foolish to underestimate his strength because of his appearance.
The strength of the Sixteenth Patriarch is not weaker than that of the Eighteenth Patriarch.
"Hehe, the arrival of the two of you really made my Pan Wushen shine." The old emperor smiled, but he was quite helpless in his heart.
"That's right, the old imperial lord is really magnanimous, allowing the descendants of my Jun family to enter Panwuling. Come, let's toast." The Eighteenth Patriarch smiled and raised the wine glass on the table.
"Be polite." The old emperor also raised his glass, but he felt bitter.
The two ancestors of the Jun family are smiling faces.
If he disagrees, let Jun Xiaoyao enter Pan Wuling.
Then what he wants to eat next is not a toast, but a fine wine.
Although the old emperor was strong, he couldn't stand the persecution of the two ancestors of the Jun family, so he could only retreat and give in.
Although it is impossible for the entire Panwu God Dynasty to be the only top powerhouse.
But you must know that these two ancestors are not the only ones buried in the ancestral temple of the Jun family.
What happened in this secret room is unknown to the outside world.
They are still wondering, when did the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty become so open-minded?
"Could it be that the ancestor is here?" Jun Xiaoyao guessed with his eyes darkened.
It should be only the ancestors of the Jun family who can subdue the old emperor of the Panwu God Dynasty.
Just one Eighteenth Patriarch, can the old emperor be so afraid?
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, but he didn't think much about it.
Anyway, it is enough to achieve your own goals.
Afterwards, God Master Panwu grudgingly opened Panwuling for Jun Xiaoyao with a cold face.
Panwuling is located deep underground in the Forbidden City.
At the entrance, stands an ancient monument.
When Jun Xiaoyao came here, looking at the ancient monument, he seemed to sense something vaguely.
"It seems that in this Wuling, I should have gained a lot." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.
Around, people from many forces followed.
Although they can't enter Pan Wuling, it's good to just take a look outside.
They also wanted to know why Jun Xiaoyao wanted to enter Pan Wuling so much.
"Go in, remember, you only have one chance, if you come out, you can't go in again." Lord Panwu said coldly.
"Oh, is there any danger inside?" Jun Xiaoyao asked.
"People with the direct bloodline of my Pan Wushen Dynasty are naturally not in danger, but if they are outsiders..." Pan Wushen Lord didn't say much.
But in the words, there is obviously no shortage of threats.
"Heh... Jun has even fought against the Supreme Demon Corpse, so is he still afraid of a mere Pan Wuling?" Jun Xiaoyao smiled, flicked his sleeves, and without the slightest hesitation, he dodged close to the ancient monument.
His figure was suddenly enveloped by a burst of light and disappeared.
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, God Lord Panwu's expression became even colder.
All the onlookers around were also secretly stunned.
Indeed, to Jun Xiaoyao, all kinds of dangerous secret realms seem to be able to turn danger into good luck, and they are nothing at all.
Just as the outside world was waiting.
Jun Xiaoyao has already arrived at Pan Wuling.
Looking around, the entire Panwuling is more like an underground palace.
Everywhere is filled with ancient and vicissitudes of life, like a dusty palace group.
Jun Xiaoyao looked leisurely but calm.
However, not long after he stepped out, formation lines suddenly lit up on the ground, and formation lines spread out.
Suddenly, Jun Xiaoyao felt that the surrounding gravity seemed to be much stronger, as if an ancient mountain was pressing on his shoulders.
"What is this, a test?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.
Before he could think about it, a few bronze arrows came through the air with a sharp aura.
Jun Xiaoyao poked around and smashed those arrows.
boom!boom!boom!
The ground shakes rhythmically.
Immediately, rows of bronze puppets came roaring from the depths of Panwuling.
Among them, there are puppets holding bronze spears, and there are also puppets holding longbows and crossbows.
"This is... terracotta warriors?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows in disapproval.
But after thinking about it, Pan Wuling is rumored to be the mausoleum of the royal family, with guards similar to terracotta warriors, which is understandable.
"With the formation here, plus the terracotta warriors, the ordinary Tianjiao may really be forced to retreat." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.
He finally understood what the threat Master Pan Wushen was talking about just now.
It is indeed difficult for ordinary Tianjiao to advance an inch, and it is impossible to penetrate Pan Wuling at all.
But for Jun Xiaoyao, this kind of test is rather boring.
Rumble!
Jun Xiaoyao stimulated the power of the ancient holy body and the idol's prison-suppressing power.
Golden Qi and blood rose up and turned into a lifelike golden idol.
The idol rushed out, its trunk rolled, and a group of bronze puppets were knocked into the air.
Each of these puppets is comparable to the Heaven's Chosen One, in addition to being invulnerable and painless, they are more like killing machines.
Unfortunately, it is useless in front of Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao pointed at the sword again, and cut it out with one sword.
The Immortal Killing Sword Art was unleashed, and the mighty sword light directly tore apart the bronze puppet battle formation in front of it.
Behind Jun Xiaoyao, the wings of the devil stretched out and turned into a streamer, easily breaking through the defense line.
If Lord Panwu saw this scene, he would definitely be astonished.
In Panwuling, the test against the young supreme had almost no effect on Jun Xiaoyao.
After Jun Xiaoyao went deep into Pan Wuling, the system's mechanical prompt sounded again in his mind.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have arrived at Wuling, the sign-in site, do you sign in?"
"Sign in!" Jun Xiaoyao said.
There is another update today, I haven’t finished writing it, it may be a little later, you don’t have to wait for the reader, you can read it when you wake up during the day.
By the way, ask for subscriptions, monthly tickets, recommended tickets...
(End of this chapter)
