Chapter 118: A follower of the King of Gods in White, a woman with a heavy pupil in gray, Ah 9

Throughout the Forbidden City, the monks of all forces have not yet reacted.
They were still immersed in the shock just now.
However, at this moment, I saw the separation of the heads of the three princes.
Everyone was stunned, their minds were blank, and they didn't turn around for a while.
In the Forbidden City, the imperial capital of the Panwu God Dynasty, in front of the Panwu God Lord, killed the three princes of the Panwu God Dynasty.
What kind of courage is there to do this kind of thing?
Even the Jun family must be held accountable before making a ruling.
But in a blink of an eye, the third prince was in a different place. This was too fast, and it was a long time to recover.
The Lord Panwu's face turned blue, and with a long howl, he raised his hand to explore, and the quasi-sovereign breath broke out, blasting into the void in the distance.
He was furious and angry. He didn't expect anyone to dare to kill his son under his nose.
In the distance, there was the sound of piano clank, colliding with the moves of the Panwu God Lord, breaking the space.
Finally, a peerless figure in grey clothes appeared.
It was a woman in grey clothes, sitting cross-legged deep in the void, with a charcoal-tailed piano on her knees.
The gray robe is wide and the clothes are fluttering, but it is difficult to hide the proud figure.
Three thousand green silks are long and messy, covering most of their faces.
Occasionally a breeze blows, revealing a small and half fairy face, which is also white as snow and dreamlike beauty.
Her beauty is not weaker than Jiang Shengyi.
There is even a mysterious sense of vicissitudes that accumulates over the years.
"That one is..."
In the Forbidden City, most of the monks were stunned.
They did not expect that it was a woman who shot and killed the three princes.
And she is a powerful woman.
Many male monks were stunned when they saw the fairy face of the gray-clothed woman, marveling at her beauty and mystery.
"No, look at the gray-clothed woman's eyes, how come there is a feeling of reopening the world and evolving into chaos?" a powerful elder asked in surprise.
At this time, everyone found that the gray-clothed woman's eyes were slightly hidden by the blue silk.
But you can still vaguely see it, as if the sun is ruining and the stars are sinking, repeating the terrifying scene of chaos.
Moreover, the pupils seemed to overlap each other, showing the appearance of double rings.
"Hiss...could it be the rumored double pupil?" Many people took a mad breath, their expressions hard to hide shock.
The double pupil is an extremely rare strong pupil.
Among the three thousand physiques, it is also ranked in the top 30, which is extremely terrifying.
Seeing such a mysterious and detached woman with heavy eyes in grey clothes appeared, the audience was silent.
"Huh? Are you?" When the master Panwu saw the woman with a heavy pupil in gray, her pupils suddenly shrank.
Even his quasi-supreme felt a faint pressure.
Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.
He didn't expect that his guardian was a woman.
And she is an extremely powerful woman.
The of Panwu is the emperor of a country, with a superb cultivation base, and there are definitely not many people who dare to confront him.
Not to mention a woman.
But now, sitting in the depths of the void, the mysterious and graceful gray-clothed woman, the imposing manner is not weak at all.
"If you dare to conspiracy to frame the young master, you will kill without mercy!" The gray-clothed heavy pupil woman said indifferently.
When Jun Xiaoyao heard this, something inexplicable flashed in his eyes.
The name the woman in the grey clothes called him was not the son of the son, the son of god, etc., but the young master.
This is intriguing.
"Are you that..."
Suddenly, the of Panwu seemed to have thought of something, with extreme surprise and fear on his face.
The old people of the big powers also came back to their senses as if they were thinking of something.
"The old man remembered, this woman with heavy eyes in gray is..." An old man looked shocked.
He didn't expect that this one would show up again, and also become Jun Xiaoyao's protector.
"Girl Nine, it's still a shot." Jun Zhantian murmured, not surprised.
"She is one of the eight tribes of the king who followed the king in white clothes without regrets, the piano girl with heavy pupil, Ah Jiu!" an immortal elder could not help but exclaimed.
As soon as this remark came out, the Quartet caused great waves.
If the leader of the Jun family's generation is Jun Xiaoyao.
Then the previous generation is Jun Wugui.
He is powerful, and there is no need to repeat it with words.
All in all, even his eight followers, randomly taking out one, are invincible existences sweeping all directions.
And this gray-clothed woman with heavy eyes, Ah Jiu, was one of the eight followers of Jun Wugui.
"It's so." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly.
No wonder Jun Zhantian said before that his guardian has an extraordinary background.
Unexpectedly, it was actually his father's subordinate.
At this time, the Lyrican girl was also surprised and said: "It is her, that one seems to be what my master once said, leaving her beyond the reach of the dust."
The master of the Tianqin girl is the master of the Xianwu Qin Sect.
It is conceivable that she can be beyond the reach of the dust, so detached and peerless.
At this time, the identity of the girl in gray clothes, Ah Jiu, was completely exposed, and there was an uproar.
The face of the Lord Panwu is hard to see the extreme.
That woman, not to mention how powerful she is, her identity is the most daunting.
Followers of the White King!
Although that change occurred ten years ago, no one knows that the white-clothed Wang Jun Wugui is now alive or dead.
However, no one dared to underestimate it.
"I killed him, do you have an opinion?" Ah Jiu's voice was cold and indifferent. UU Reading www.ukahnshu.com sat high in the sky, like an ancient female fairy.
The Lord Panwu has never been so aggrieved.
He wanted to shoot, but the consequences could not be estimated.
Seeing the changing face of the Lord Panwu, many people around were secretly speechless.
The power behind Jun Xiaoyao was too terrifying to be able to force an immortal dynasty master to this level.
"This matter is indeed the wrongdoer of the emperor, this is the punishment he deserves." Panwu master closed his eyes for a long time before speaking.
A word, quiet the Quartet.
The lord of the dignified immortal dynasty was finally subdued.
"Father..." Wu Mingyue's pupils trembled.
Unexpectedly, their immortal gods would have such a day of bowing their heads.
Jun Xiaoyao's face didn't change much, and he said, "In that case, can Jun Mou enter Panwuling?"
"Jun Xiaoyao, don't go too far!" The Lord Panwu's face was already dark to the extreme.
Jun Xiaoyao not only humiliated Wu Mingyue in public, saying that she was not worthy of him.
Even the three princes were killed.
And now, Jun Xiaoyao still wants to enter Panwuling.
No one can swallow this breath.
Jun Xiaoyao's face was flat, and he said, "The death of the three princes is the punishment he deserves, but Jun's loss should always be compensated."
loss?
The Lord Panwu almost wanted to slap the king Xiaoyao to death!
What did Jun Xiaoyao lose?
No lack of arms or legs.
It's purely to ruin people.
However, just as the situation was at a stalemate, an ancient and vicissitudes of voice slowly sounded from the depths of the palace.
"Forget it, give the son of the Jun family a chance to enter Panwuling."
Hearing this voice, the Lord Panwu's face changed!