Chapter 92 It turned out to be just a clone, the two great saints turned their backs, and the leader
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J Shen
Chapter 92 It turned out to be just a clone, the two saints defected, and the king of Qinglong fell! (seventh more)
Before Yang Pan shot, although Jun Xiaoyao was pressed and beaten, the powerful aura still made people tremble.
It can be said that the general immortal force Tianjiao will definitely not be able to beat Yang Pan.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao actually said that the Yang Pan in front of him was just a clone, which was a bit terrifying.
Even the clone has such strength, how powerful should Yang Pan be?
Jun Xiaoyao's face was very dull.
As early as the first time he saw Yang Pan, he understood that he was just a clone.
But Jun Xiaoyao doesn't care about this.
Because whether the deity or the clone are the same in his eyes, it can be suppressed at will, and there is not much difference.
At best, it may take a few more tricks to suppress the deity.
In the distance, Yang Pan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, his face extremely gloomy.
He said coldly: "To conquer the ancient country of four elephants, there is no need for the deity to take action, but I didn't expect that I would run into you."
Yang Pan's heart surged with anger.
He is indeed just a clone, and Yang Pan's deity is still in the Panwu God Dynasty.
However, in Yang Pan's view, even if it is just a clone, it is more than enough to conquer the ancient country of four elephants, and he does not need to go out in person.
But who would have guessed that Jun Xiaoyao was standing behind the ancient Suzaku country.
This big variable hindered Yang Pan's plan.
Yang Pan took a deep breath, and then said indifferently, "Jun Xiaoyao, you actually know that this Marquis is just a clone, so you should also know how powerful the deity will be."
"If you stop now, there is still room for you to stay."
Yang Pan knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to defeat Jun Xiaoyao, so he could only use the deity to suppress others.
"It doesn't matter whether you are the deity or the clone, is there any difference for the son of the gods, it's all just one palm to suppress." Jun Xiaoyao held his hands and looked indifferent.
"You..." Yang Pan raised his brows, his eyes flickering with coldness.
"As expected of Lord God Son..." Bai Yu'er and the others showed admiration in their eyes.
How many people dare to despise the champion of the Divine Dynasty like this in the Wild Heaven Immortal Domain?
"Okay, Jun Xiaoyao, you are toasting and not eating and drinking." Yang Pan said.
Around him, four dark figures appeared, with a suffocating majestic pressure.
"It's those four saints..." The White Tiger Kingdom and the Xuanwu Kingdom showed fear in their eyes.
If it weren't for the four saints, their two countries would not have been able to easily defeat and surrender.
Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it, shook his head slightly and said, "Four puppets that are comparable to the realm of saints, Yang Pan, your luck is quite good."
"What, is that a puppet?" The two kings of Baihu Xuanwu were surprised.
"What about the puppets, it's enough to suppress you." Yang Pan sneered.
He didn't even want to kill Jun Xiaoyao.
If he kills Jun Xiaoyao with his own strength, then even the Jun family will not be able to grasp anything.
After all, the younger generation competes for the front, and life and death are normal.
But if Yang Pan killed Jun Xiaoyao with a sage puppet, the Jun family would definitely be furious.
Even the Panwu God Dynasty behind him could not protect him.
Although Yang Pan was arrogant, he was not without a brain.
He only needs to use the puppet of a saint to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and others.
Then directly attack the imperial capital of the ancient Suzaku kingdom and get the compass parts.
"Jun Xiaoyao, as long as you suppress you with sage puppets, the ancient Suzaku country is not in the hands of the Marquis. Whether it is that thing or this worship Yuer, it is the Marquis."
Yang Pan glanced at Bai Yu'er, and a fiery and evil color flashed in his eyes.
Bai Yu'er is indeed very beautiful, charming and charming, which makes Yang Pan Xin feel a little itchy.
He has the habit of collecting beautiful women, and this worship Yuer is a treasure he must get.
"Wishful thinking, are you as good as a finger of Lord God Son?" Bai Yu'er scolded coldly, with disgust in his eyes.
Although Yang Pan's strength and status are not weak, in terms of appearance, character, and temperament, there is absolutely no comparison with Jun Xiaoyao.
One is a fairy in the sky.
One is the common people.
Can the two be compared?
"Bitch, when you surrender to the Marquis, see if you will say that!" Yang Pan reprimanded.
The four saint puppets burst out at the same time, ready to shoot.
At this time, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes swept to the lords.
"You guys, do you still want to follow that Yang Pan?"
Jun Xiaoyao's words changed the expressions of the White Tiger King and the Xuanwu King, and then their eyes changed.
To be honest, Yang Pan has a temperamental personality, and even scolded them as shit-eating waste.
Rather than being angry with the champion Hou, it is better to choose to surrender to Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao's status is only higher than that of Champion Hou.
Under this consideration, there was almost no hesitation. The two country lords flashed their bodies and changed their camps: "I wait, I am willing to surrender to the son of the king!"
"You..." The cold flames burned in Yang Pan's eyes.
The Qinglong King's face was tense, and he did not choose to stand on Jun Xiaoyao's side.
Because his son Xiao Chen had a grudge with Jun Xiaoyao.
In addition to this war, his Qinglong Ancient Country is the leader.
The ancient country of Suzaku will not let go of the ancient country of Qinglong so easily.
And the most important point, the Qinglong King wants to become the master of the ancient four elephants.
Only Yang Pan can fulfill his ambition.
Therefore, the Qinglong King was determined to hold Yang Pan's thigh tightly.
Seeing the indifferent Qinglong King, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.
He has to deal with Xiao Chen in the future, and it is obviously not a wise move to accept his father as his subordinate.
"Hmph, do you two want to be wiped out?" Yang Pan said coldly.
The expressions of the two kings were not very natural.
Jun Xiaoyao said lightly: "With me here, who would dare to destroy their country?"
"Jun Xiaoyao, don't be complacent, I add the Qinglong King and five saints here, and I can still suppress you!"
Yang Pan gave an order, and the Qinglong King led four sage puppets to suppress Jun Xiaoyao.
Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu, the three state lords, are also surging with breath, ready to meet the enemy.
But at this time, Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and said with a chuckle, "It's not necessary for now, just watch the show."
"Watching a play?" The three kings froze in place.
At this time, a piano sound suddenly sounded in the far sky, turned into a killing blade of thousands of feet, and came from the sky.
The terrifying Qin-sound killing blade even shattered the space, and where it passed, a pitch-black space crack was drawn.
"Daoist!" Yang Pan's expression suddenly changed.
This time, he came in a clone, so there was no guardian with him.
But he did not expect that behind Jun Xiaoyao, there was a Taoist protector hidden behind him.
And looking at the power of that move, it is by no means comparable to ordinary saints.
"Damn!"
In the pupils of the Qinglong King, there was an unprecedented shock.
The sound of the piano kills the blade, making him, the saint, feel cold in his heart, and his whole body is filled with chills.
"Dragon Emperor Fist!"
The Qinglong King let out a low roar, the strength of the saintly realm broke out completely, and a Qinglong phantom blasted out with his fist, shaking the sky!
However the result is...
puff!
The killing blade crossed, and the head fell to the ground!
Qinglong King, die!
(End of this chapter)
Before Yang Pan shot, although Jun Xiaoyao was pressed and beaten, the powerful aura still made people tremble.
It can be said that the general immortal force Tianjiao will definitely not be able to beat Yang Pan.
But now, Jun Xiaoyao actually said that the Yang Pan in front of him was just a clone, which was a bit terrifying.
Even the clone has such strength, how powerful should Yang Pan be?
Jun Xiaoyao's face was very dull.
As early as the first time he saw Yang Pan, he understood that he was just a clone.
But Jun Xiaoyao doesn't care about this.
Because whether the deity or the clone are the same in his eyes, it can be suppressed at will, and there is not much difference.
At best, it may take a few more tricks to suppress the deity.
In the distance, Yang Pan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, his face extremely gloomy.
He said coldly: "To conquer the ancient country of four elephants, there is no need for the deity to take action, but I didn't expect that I would run into you."
Yang Pan's heart surged with anger.
He is indeed just a clone, and Yang Pan's deity is still in the Panwu God Dynasty.
However, in Yang Pan's view, even if it is just a clone, it is more than enough to conquer the ancient country of four elephants, and he does not need to go out in person.
But who would have guessed that Jun Xiaoyao was standing behind the ancient Suzaku country.
This big variable hindered Yang Pan's plan.
Yang Pan took a deep breath, and then said indifferently, "Jun Xiaoyao, you actually know that this Marquis is just a clone, so you should also know how powerful the deity will be."
"If you stop now, there is still room for you to stay."
Yang Pan knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to defeat Jun Xiaoyao, so he could only use the deity to suppress others.
"It doesn't matter whether you are the deity or the clone, is there any difference for the son of the gods, it's all just one palm to suppress." Jun Xiaoyao held his hands and looked indifferent.
"You..." Yang Pan raised his brows, his eyes flickering with coldness.
"As expected of Lord God Son..." Bai Yu'er and the others showed admiration in their eyes.
How many people dare to despise the champion of the Divine Dynasty like this in the Wild Heaven Immortal Domain?
"Okay, Jun Xiaoyao, you are toasting and not eating and drinking." Yang Pan said.
Around him, four dark figures appeared, with a suffocating majestic pressure.
"It's those four saints..." The White Tiger Kingdom and the Xuanwu Kingdom showed fear in their eyes.
If it weren't for the four saints, their two countries would not have been able to easily defeat and surrender.
Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it, shook his head slightly and said, "Four puppets that are comparable to the realm of saints, Yang Pan, your luck is quite good."
"What, is that a puppet?" The two kings of Baihu Xuanwu were surprised.
"What about the puppets, it's enough to suppress you." Yang Pan sneered.
He didn't even want to kill Jun Xiaoyao.
If he kills Jun Xiaoyao with his own strength, then even the Jun family will not be able to grasp anything.
After all, the younger generation competes for the front, and life and death are normal.
But if Yang Pan killed Jun Xiaoyao with a sage puppet, the Jun family would definitely be furious.
Even the Panwu God Dynasty behind him could not protect him.
Although Yang Pan was arrogant, he was not without a brain.
He only needs to use the puppet of a saint to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and others.
Then directly attack the imperial capital of the ancient Suzaku kingdom and get the compass parts.
"Jun Xiaoyao, as long as you suppress you with sage puppets, the ancient Suzaku country is not in the hands of the Marquis. Whether it is that thing or this worship Yuer, it is the Marquis."
Yang Pan glanced at Bai Yu'er, and a fiery and evil color flashed in his eyes.
Bai Yu'er is indeed very beautiful, charming and charming, which makes Yang Pan Xin feel a little itchy.
He has the habit of collecting beautiful women, and this worship Yuer is a treasure he must get.
"Wishful thinking, are you as good as a finger of Lord God Son?" Bai Yu'er scolded coldly, with disgust in his eyes.
Although Yang Pan's strength and status are not weak, in terms of appearance, character, and temperament, there is absolutely no comparison with Jun Xiaoyao.
One is a fairy in the sky.
One is the common people.
Can the two be compared?
"Bitch, when you surrender to the Marquis, see if you will say that!" Yang Pan reprimanded.
The four saint puppets burst out at the same time, ready to shoot.
At this time, Jun Xiaoyao's eyes swept to the lords.
"You guys, do you still want to follow that Yang Pan?"
Jun Xiaoyao's words changed the expressions of the White Tiger King and the Xuanwu King, and then their eyes changed.
To be honest, Yang Pan has a temperamental personality, and even scolded them as shit-eating waste.
Rather than being angry with the champion Hou, it is better to choose to surrender to Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao's status is only higher than that of Champion Hou.
Under this consideration, there was almost no hesitation. The two country lords flashed their bodies and changed their camps: "I wait, I am willing to surrender to the son of the king!"
"You..." The cold flames burned in Yang Pan's eyes.
The Qinglong King's face was tense, and he did not choose to stand on Jun Xiaoyao's side.
Because his son Xiao Chen had a grudge with Jun Xiaoyao.
In addition to this war, his Qinglong Ancient Country is the leader.
The ancient country of Suzaku will not let go of the ancient country of Qinglong so easily.
And the most important point, the Qinglong King wants to become the master of the ancient four elephants.
Only Yang Pan can fulfill his ambition.
Therefore, the Qinglong King was determined to hold Yang Pan's thigh tightly.
Seeing the indifferent Qinglong King, Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.
He has to deal with Xiao Chen in the future, and it is obviously not a wise move to accept his father as his subordinate.
"Hmph, do you two want to be wiped out?" Yang Pan said coldly.
The expressions of the two kings were not very natural.
Jun Xiaoyao said lightly: "With me here, who would dare to destroy their country?"
"Jun Xiaoyao, don't be complacent, I add the Qinglong King and five saints here, and I can still suppress you!"
Yang Pan gave an order, and the Qinglong King led four sage puppets to suppress Jun Xiaoyao.
Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu, the three state lords, are also surging with breath, ready to meet the enemy.
But at this time, Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and said with a chuckle, "It's not necessary for now, just watch the show."
"Watching a play?" The three kings froze in place.
At this time, a piano sound suddenly sounded in the far sky, turned into a killing blade of thousands of feet, and came from the sky.
The terrifying Qin-sound killing blade even shattered the space, and where it passed, a pitch-black space crack was drawn.
"Daoist!" Yang Pan's expression suddenly changed.
This time, he came in a clone, so there was no guardian with him.
But he did not expect that behind Jun Xiaoyao, there was a Taoist protector hidden behind him.
And looking at the power of that move, it is by no means comparable to ordinary saints.
"Damn!"
In the pupils of the Qinglong King, there was an unprecedented shock.
The sound of the piano kills the blade, making him, the saint, feel cold in his heart, and his whole body is filled with chills.
"Dragon Emperor Fist!"
The Qinglong King let out a low roar, the strength of the saintly realm broke out completely, and a Qinglong phantom blasted out with his fist, shaking the sky!
However the result is...
puff!
The killing blade crossed, and the head fell to the ground!
Qinglong King, die!
(End of this chapter)
