Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go Chapter 93: One palm to death, champion Hou Yuezhan, Xiao Chen No. 2

The leader of the four great ancient kingdoms, the lord of the Qinglong ancient kingdom, was sealed with a trick and his head fell.

Blood splashed into the sky, very sad and beautiful.

Everyone was stunned. I didn't expect a saint to be killed in seconds so easily.

The master of Qinglong Country's head fell to the ground, his expression condensed with horror, doubt, and puzzlement.

As if perplexed, how could his own dignified saint be killed by a single move?

However, it is not only that, the sound of the sound of the piano is not diminished, and it continues to plunder the four saint puppets.

Boom!

There was a violent roar.

The two saint puppets were directly destroyed and cut off.

The remaining two puppets were also severely injured. Although they were not completely disintegrated, they were already fragmented.

The entire battlefield can be heard silently.

The champion Hou Tong trembles fiercely, revealing a ray of incredible.

Jun Xiaoyao's protector is so strong?

Originally, Yang Pan thought that even if Jun Xiaoyao had a Taoist protector, it was probably only in the realm of a saint.

No matter how high the level of power is, generally speaking, it is impossible to be a babysitter.

The protector of Jun Xiaoyao is obviously more than the realm of saints.

"Is it a saint king?" Yang Pan's face was very ugly.

Since becoming a champion, he has never suffered such a big loss.

Now, his high-end combat power is almost completely lost, and the remaining two broken puppets have almost no combat power.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, there are three saints, not to mention the terrifying guardians.

Plus the ancient kingdoms of Baihu and Xuanwu's army against the water.

Champion Hou, the trend is over.

Seeing such a situation, Yang Pan deeply breathed: "Jun Xiaoyao, are you really going to fight against Lord Benhou, how about we step back now?"

Yang Pan isn't stupid, he's all at this point. If he keeps going any more, he will suffer.

"Heh, didn't you look strong before, now you take a step back?" Jun Xiaoyao said sarcastically.

"Jun Xiaoyao, Lord Benhou is giving you face, it is no good to be an enemy of me!" Yang Pan said with an uncertain expression.

"Does this **** want your face, besides, I have so many enemies, and I still need you to be a small servant?" Jun Xiaoyao looked indifferent.

He stopped talking and raised his hand to explore.

The fierce golden blood rose into the air, turning into a lifelike golden idol, as if it could suppress the world.

Faced with this champion's clone, Jun Xiaoyao didn't need to use any supernatural powers, he could solve the battle with a slap in the face.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are digging your own grave!" Yang Pan roared, also bursting out his supernatural powers.

But he has a mere avatar, and he doesn't even have the Panhuang Shengjian by his side. How can he be Jun Xiaoyao's enemy?

Puff!

Jun Xiaoyao pressed his palm and directly patted Yang Pan's clone into blood foam, leaving his body torn to pieces.

When seeing this scene, everyone feels scalp tingling.

The champion Hou clone, just like this, was slapped to death.

"The son of the Jun family, is he so powerful?" Many generals were surprised.

Their realm is several levels higher than Jun Xiaoyao, but at the moment seeing Jun Xiaoyao's vigorous posture, there is a feeling of palpitations in his heart.

At the same time that Jun Xiaoyao smashed Yangpan clone.

Far away in the Panwu dynasty, in a magnificent palace with magnificent magnificence, purple aura and majestic atmosphere.

A roar came from it.

"Jun Xiaoyao, my Yang Pan and you are not at odds!"

Hearing this voice, the maids outside the hall followed, all pale and panic.

If Yang Pan is angry, he is even more terrifying than Shura evil spirits.

"I seem to have heard the name of the son of the prince's family, what hatred did Hou Ye have with him?" Some of the servants were frightened and thought to themselves.

At this moment, Yang Pan's cold voice came from the hall.

"Come, give orders from Lord Hou, and send out the news that my champion, Hou Yangpan, will meet at the imperial palace, on the top of the Forbidden City, to fight against the monarch's house, and the king is happy!"

"The time is set on the day when Wu Mingyue chooses the horse, and Lord Benhou will slam Jun Xiaoyao under his feet in front of all the forces in the fairyland!"

Hearing this, all the servants around the entire temple were petrified, their eyes widened, and he took a deep breath.

Hou, the champion of Panwu God Dynasty, made an appointment to fight against the **** son of the ancient monarch.

This is not a trivial matter, if it is spread out, it will make a big wave!

Adding time to choose the day when Wu Mingyue chooses a horse, Panwu God Dynasty will be so popular.

How many forces will be attracted to come?

Unimaginable...

"The prosperous age of Tianjiao's battle for hegemony is about to kick off. I hope Lord Hou can have the last laugh." An old servant sighed.

At that time, in the ancient country of Suzaku.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't know, Yang Pan was so angry that he was about to make an appointment with him.

But even if he knew it, Jun Xiaoyao estimated that there would be no waves.

Dare to yell in front of him?

Suppress it with one palm.

There are countless people around, and there is still a sense of shock in the pupils.

Jun Xiaoyao's face is pale.

Shooting a Yang Pan clone casually is really not a big deal to him.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced, a ring flickering among the blood foam left by Yang Pan clone.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and grabbed it in his hand.

There is a soul seal on the ring, and Jun Xiaoyao urges the true spirit in the palace at will.

The true spirit, like the miniature version of Jun Xiaoyao, releases a powerful psychic power.

Even though Jun Xiaoyao's body is terrifying, he still hasn't been able to pull down his spirit cultivation.

He has been cultivating the idea of ​​chaos **** grinding~IndoMTL.com~The power of the soul of Jun Xiaoyao easily broke the seal of the ring.

Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about some of the mess.

He cares about the bronze compass parts.

Sure enough, three bronze compass parts are all in it.

"Yang Pan, ah, Yang Pan, you have planned for so long, but in the end I picked the peaches, it was Xiao Chen No. 2." Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

Yang Pan's painstaking plan finally fulfilled Jun Xiaoyao.

He knew that Yang Pan must have been so angry that he would explode on the spot at this moment.

Jun Xiaoyao incorporated three compass components into his own space magic weapon.

In this way, he gathered all four compass parts.

But now, it's obviously not the time to study.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the bottom, everyone's face was extremely pale on the Qinglong Ancient Team.

Those generals have a faint ray of hatred in their eyes.

After all, their lord died indirectly in the hands of Jun Xiaoyao.

"According to the order of this god, all the generals above the soldiers of Qinglong ancient country have been killed." Jun Xiaoyao said coldly.

"Yes!"

Without waiting for the Lord of Suzaku to agree, Lord White Tiger and Lord Xuanwu rushed to drink.

Since they have surrendered, they naturally have to show some attitude now.

Soon, they wiped out the many generals of Qinglong Ancient Country, and all the soldiers surrendered.

Next, Jun Xiaoyao issued an order to unify the four ancient kingdoms into the four elephant ancient kingdoms.

The Lord of the Suzaku is the Lord of the Ancient Country of Four Elephants.

And his successor is Bai Yuer.

This turmoil in the four ancient countries also subsided.

However, the waves have just started...