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

Before Yang Pan shot, although Jun Xiaoyao was crushed and beaten, but the powerful breath still made people's heart trembling.

It can be said that the general immortal force Tianjiao absolutely cannot 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 scary.

Even the clone has such strength, how powerful should the Yang Pan deity be?

Jun Xiaoyao's face was very plain.

As early as the first glance he saw Yang Pan, he understood that he was just a clone.

But Jun Xiaoyao didn't care about this.

Because whether the deity or the clone is the same in his eyes, it can be suppressed at will, it doesn't make much difference.

At best, it is just a few more tricks to suppress the deity.

In the distance, Yang Pan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with one hand, his face extremely gloomy.

He said coldly: "To subdue the ancient kingdom of the four elephants, there is no need to let the deity take action, but I didn't expect that I would run into you."

Yang Pan's heart was full of anger.

He is indeed just a clone, Yang Pan's deity is still in the Panwu dynasty.

However, in Yang Pan's view, even if it was just a clone, it was more than enough to conquer the ancient kingdom of the four elephants, and he didn't need to go out in person.

But who could have predicted that behind the ancient kingdom of Suzaku, there was Jun Xiaoyao standing.

This big change hindered Yang Pan's plan.

Yang Pan took a deep breath, and then said indifferently: "Jun Xiaoyao, you know that Lord Benhou is only a clone, you should also know how powerful the deity will be."

"If you stop now, there is still room for retention."

Yang Pan knew that it was impossible for his clone to defeat Jun Xiaoyao, so he could only use his deity to suppress others.

"Regardless of whether you are the deity or the clone, is there a difference for the **** son? It's just a palm suppression." Jun Xiaoyao held his hand, his expression faint.

"You..." Yang Pan raised his brows, his eyes filled with sternness.

"You deserve to be the Son of God..." Bai Yuer and the others showed worship.

In Huangtian Immortal Realm, how many people dare to despise the champion of the gods like this?

"Okay, Jun Xiaoyao, you are toasting and not eating fine wine." Yang Pan said.

Around him, four dark figures appeared, carrying a breath of majestic coercion.

"It's the four saints..." The eyes of the White Tiger and Xuanwu country masters showed fear.

If it were not for the four saints, their two countries would not have been defeated and surrendered so easily.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced, shook his head slightly and said, "Four puppets comparable to the Saint Realm, Yang Pan, your luck is good."

"What, is that a puppet?" The two masters 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 killed Jun Xiaoyao with his own strength, even the Jun family would have no handle.

After all, the younger generation struggles, life and death are normal.

But if Yang Pan killed Jun Xiaoyao with a saint 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 mindless.

He only needs to use the saint puppet to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Then directly attack the ancient capital of Suzaku and obtain the compass component.

"Jun Xiaoyao, as long as you suppress you with a saint puppet, the ancient kingdom of Vermilion is not in the bag of Lord Benhou. Whether it is the thing or the worship of Yuer, it is Lord Benhou."

Yang Pan glanced at Bai Yu'er, a fiery and evil color flashed in his eyes.

Bai Yuer is indeed very beautiful, charming and charming, making Yang Panxin a little itchy.

He has the habit of collecting beauties, and this worship of Yuer is a treasure he must get.

"Wishful thinking, can you compare to a finger of the Son of God?" Bai Yuer scolded him coldly, showing disgust in his eyes.

Although Yang Pan's strength and status are not weak, but in terms of appearance, character, and temperament, he is not comparable to Jun Xiaoyao.

One is the fairy in the sky.

One is Xiaomin.

Can these two compare?

"Bitch, when you surrender to Lord Benhou, see if you will say that!" Yang Pan scolded.

The four saint puppets exploded at the same time, ready to shoot.

At this time, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze was swept towards the few country masters.

"You guys, do you still want to follow that Yang Pan?"

The words of Jun Xiaoyao caused the complexion of the Lord Baihu and the Lord Xuanwu to change, and then their eyes changed.

To tell the truth, Yang Pan's temperamental personality is even more scolding them for eating shit.

Instead of following the champion Hou, it is better to surrender to Jun Xiaoyao.

The status of Jun Xiaoyao is only higher than that of Champion Hou.

Under this consideration, there was almost no hesitation. The two masters flashed their figures and changed their camps and said: "I wait, I am willing to surrender to the son of the king's family!"

"You..." A cold flame burned in Yang Pan's eyes.

The Qinglong Lord's face tightened, he did not choose to stand on Jun Xiaoyao's side.

Because his son Xiao Chen had an enmity with Jun Xiaoyao.

In addition to this war, he Qinglong Ancient Country is considered the leader.

The ancient kingdom of Suzaku will not easily let go of the ancient kingdom of Qinglong.

And the most important point is that the lord of Qinglong wants to become the lord of the ancient kingdom of four elephants.

Only Yang Pan can fulfill his ambition.

Therefore, the Qinglong Kingdom Lord is determined to cling to Yang Pan's thigh.

Seeing the indifferent Azure Dragon Lord Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.

He will rectify Xiao Chen in the future, and it is obviously not a wise move to accept his father as a subordinate.

"Huh, do you two want to be annihilated?" Yang Panhan said.

The faces of the two kingdoms were unnatural.

Jun Xiaoyao said lightly: "With me, who dares to destroy their country?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't be complacent, I will add the Azure Dragon Kingdom Lord and five saints, so I can still suppress you!"

With an order from Yang Pan, the Qinglong Lord led four saint puppets to suppress Jun Xiaoyao.

The three masters of Suzaku, Baihu, and Xuanwu were also surging in aura, preparing to meet the enemy.

But at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and said with a chuckle: "Don't have to, just watch the show."

"Watching a play?" The three masters were stunned.

At this time, a piano sound suddenly rang in Yuankong, turning into a thousand-foot-thousand-thousand-killing blade, coming out of the sky.

The horrible sound of the piano was killing the blade, and even the space was shredded, and a dark space crack was pulled out wherever it went.

"Guardian!" Yang Pan's expression suddenly changed.

This time, he came here as a clone, so there was no protector with him.

But he didn't expect that behind Jun Xiaoyao, there was a guardian hiding behind him.

And looking at the power of the move, it is by no means comparable to the average saint.

"Damn it!"

In the pupils of the Qinglong Kingdom Lord, there was an unprecedented shock.

The sound of the sound of the piano made his saint's heart cold, and his body was filled with chills.

"Tianlong Huangquan!"

The Azure Dragon Lord let out a low roar, and the saint realm's strength completely exploded, and a phantom Azure Dragon blasted out with his fist, shaking the sky!

But the result is...

puff!

The killing blade crossed, the head fell!

Lord Qinglong, die!