In these few days, Jun Xiaoyao still stayed in Baiwang City.
Sisters of the Cang family were also very carefully serving Jun Xiaoyao, serving tea and pouring water, and were extremely careful.
In the past few days, the Cang Family Patriarch also dispatched the strongest of the clan to the location of the three major forces to search for the territory and resources.
After knowing Jun Xiaoyao's background, the Cang Family Patriarch felt that perhaps the Fallen Feather Clan would be a little bit afraid of the Jun Family.
However, a few days later, news broke that the Fallen Feathers sent a team, led by Zhunzhi, and was rushing to Baiwang City.
This news made the entire Baiwang City once again become the focus of everyone's attention.
The Cang Family Patriarch and others were all anxious.
Although Jun Xiaoyao's background is terrifying, it is difficult to guarantee that the Fallen Feathers lose their sanity and want to attack Jun Xiaoyao.
Jun Xiaoyao himself was extremely indifferent, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Fallen Feather Race team.
But half a day, the terrifying quasi-supreme aura came from far away from the sky.
A group of Fallen Feathers arrived.
In Baiwang City, the sentient beings were in an uproar, and the coercion could easily crush the entire Baiwang City into dust.
"Can the son of the Jun family be here?"
The Fallen Feather Clan Quasi-Supreme spoke, expressionless, and could not see any emotions.
Hearing this tone, the sentient beings in Baiwangcheng felt a little surprised.
How does it feel like it's not like coming to collect debts?
"Fallen Feather Clan is finally here, why, do you want to take action against this son?" Jun Xiaoyao walked out of the Cang family with a plain expression.
Facing a quasi-supreme, there is no trace of awe or respect on his face, and even a hint of cold sarcasm in his eyes.
Jun Xiaoyao's tone made the fallen feather clan quasi-sovereign twitch at the corner of his eyes, barely squeezing out a stiff smile.
"Where else, my Fallen Feather Clan smashed into the Son of God, it's our improper, how can we attack the Son of God."
Hearing this, the whole Baiwang City fell into a dead silence.
Many burial creatures thought they had heard it wrong, and their minds seemed to froze, unable to turn around.
But the things that refresh their three views are still to come.
But seeing the Fallen Feather Clan Quasi-Sovereign, he took out a spatial magic weapon, squeezed a smile on his face and said: "In order to express my apology, this is a little bit of my Fallen Feather Clan's care, and I hope the child can be his hand."
As the Fallen Feather Clan Quasi-Sovereign said, for fear of neglecting Jun Xiaoyao, he deliberately took out the magical artifact inside to show it.
All kinds of treasure pills, holy medicines, densely packed, and many magic weapons, are extremely rare.
There are even some obsidian spar, five-element soil and so on.
The Fallen Feathers not only did not come to make trouble, but also wanted to apologize to Jun Xiaoyao and even compensated for such a heavy gift.
This gave the burial creatures present an illusion. Is this still the overbearing Fallen Feather tribe?
Even the Cang family's creatures were also dumbfounded, completely unpredictable for the development of the matter.
"It seems that I still underestimated the deterrent power of the ancient monarch family." The Cang Family Patriarch was shocked.
At the same time, he was very fortunate that the Cang family made a right bet this time!
Jun Xiaoyao took the space magical weapon, except for the obsidian spar and the five-element soil that he was interested in, the other things were not attractive to him.
However, the Fallen Feathers are also considered acquaintances, not all of them are stupid, but there are still some smart people.
"It's fine." Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.
He came to the burial ground to have a mission, and he didn't bother to struggle with the Fallen Feathers.
"Thank you for the large number of gods, then I won't bother waiting."
After receiving Jun Xiaoyao's reply, the Fallen Feather Clan Quasi-Supreme breathed a sigh of relief.
If Jun Xiaoyao still refuses to give up, then he still doesn't know how to respond.
The creatures of the Fallen Feather Clan left directly.
But the buried creatures in Baiwang City, as if petrified, froze in place for a long time.
"You can take these. With my relationship, the Fallen Feathers will certainly not make things difficult for you."
Jun Xiaoyao took the Obsidian Spar and the Five Elements Breathing Earth himself, and gave the rest to the Cang Family.
"My Cang Family, I am willing to be loyal to the son, and live forever!" The Cang Family Patriarch suddenly bowed.
The other Cang Family sentient beings also knelt down.
The Cang sisters also saluted.
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly, didn't say anything, nodded slightly, but if his eyes were meaningful, he looked deep into the Cang family.
"It seems that this Cang family ancestor is a shrewd person." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.
But this is good, for Jun Xiaoyao, he also has a chess piece in the burial ground.
The matter of the Yin Ming Realm was completely over.
Jun Xiaoyao went straight on the road without delay, preparing to leave the Yin Ming Realm.
The Cang family sisters were naturally reluctant to give up, but they could only endure their grief and bid farewell with tears.
The various disturbances that Jun Xiaoyao caused in the Yin and Ming Regions also spread to the other nine regions.
...
Asura domain, in terms of the degree of prosperity, it is enough to rank among the top three among the ten domains of burial soil.
Far from being comparable to that remote corner of the Yin Ming domain.
Like the Fallen Feathers in the Yin Ming domain, the Shura domain has only one ruling power, the Shura Demon Kingdom.
The Shura Demon Kingdom is the emperor of the Shura domain.
The Shura Burial Emperor of the Shura Demon Kingdom is also the domain master of the Shura domain.
Of course, the most famous and eye-catching existence of the Shura Demon Kingdom is not the Shura Burial Emperor.
But the nine princesses of the Shura Demon Kingdom, Langhuan.
The strength of the nine princesses Langhuan, naturally needless to say, ranked second among the ten little kings.
But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Langhuan has an extremely beautiful appearance and is one of the most beautiful women in the burial soil of the ages.
As we all know, in the special environment of burial soil, most of the burial soil creatures grow crooked melons and cracked dates.
It is precisely because of this that Langhuan, the nine princesses of the Devil Kingdom, has such a high popularity.
And at this moment, in the Palace of the Shura Demon Kingdom, in a very luxurious palace.
A woman in a purple dress, who was about ten years old, was leaning lazily on the bed.
She has purple hair and can be seen by light. She is extremely tall and curvy.
Although he was wearing a purple dress, his waist was exposed, and his snow-white and crystal-clear lower abdomen was very flat.
Her face is also very amazing, her facial features are beautiful, her eyes are like black gems, her eyebrows are curved, and her bright red lips are very moisturizing and charming.
Such a beautiful face, not to mention in the burial ground of the ages, is to look at the wild and immortal realm. They are all beautiful women who can be ranked high enough to make many male princes worship under her pomegranate skirt.
This woman is the nine princesses of the Moguo, Langhuan.
Before Langhuan's bed, there was a woman in white half-kneeled with black hair like ink, and a pretty face, very beautiful.
The appearance and temperament of the whole person was not much worse than Langhuan.
"Xian'er, what news is coming?" Langhuan asked the woman in white with a beautiful glance.
This white-clothed woman was her personal maid, Qin Xian'er, and her own cultivation level was about to catch up with some ten little kings.
However, Langhuan was ranked second in the Ten Little Kings, and it was not unusual to have such a follower.
"Back to Your Royal Highness Princess, there is news from Yin Ming Realm that Saint Son of Fallen Feather is dead." Qin Xianer said.
"Oh, Saint Son of Fallen Feather is dead?" Langhuan's long and curled eyelashes raised slightly, looking a little surprised.
In her eyes, the Son of Fallen Feather ~EbookFREE.me~ Although it is nothing, but at any rate is one of the ten little kings, how could he fall so easily?
"Not only that, the Fallen Feathers did not even dare to pursue it, and let a quasi-extreme strong person come to the door to apologize and apologize." Qin Xian'er continued.
"Is there anything else?" Langhuan was surprised again.
As the nine princesses of the Devil Kingdom, although she doesn't care about the Fallen Feather Clan, she still has to admit that the strength of the Fallen Feather Clan is not weaker than the Shura Demon Kingdom.
There is actually a power that can make the Fallen Feather Clan suit soft.
Could it be that the ancient tyrant in the Hall of Hades killed the Fallen Feather Saint Son?
Langhuan couldn't help thinking.
Qin Xian'er hadn't finished speaking, and continued: "The most important thing is that the one who killed Saint Fallen Feather was heard to be an outsider, and he was only alone."
"what!?"
Hearing this, even Langhuan couldn't help getting up from the bed, her expression was extremely surprised.
