Chapter 118: Followers of the White-Robed God King, the Gray-Robed Woman with Double Pupils, Ajiu (Third Update)

The entire Forbidden City, all the cultivators of all forces, had not yet reacted.

They were still immersed in the shock just now.

However, at this moment, they saw the scene of the third prince's head being separated from his body.

Everyone was stunned, their minds were blank, and they did not turn around for a while.

In the Forbidden City, the capital of the Panwu Divine Dynasty, in front of the Panwu Divine Lord, the third prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty was killed.

What kind of courage does it take to do such a thing?

Even if it is the Jun family, they must first hold him accountable before making a judgment.

But in the blink of an eye, the third prince's head and body were separated. This was too fast, and it was hard for people to recover for a long time.

The Panwu Divine Lord's face turned blue, and he let out a long roar, raised his hand and reached out, and the quasi-supreme aura burst out and blasted into the distant void.

He was furious and resentful. He didn't expect that someone would really dare to kill his son under his nose.

In the distant void, the sound of a piano rang out, colliding with the moves of the Panwu Divine Lord, breaking the space.

Finally, a grey-clothed peerless figure appeared.

It was a grey-clothed woman, sitting cross-legged in the depths of the void, with a Jiaoweiqin placed in front of her knees.

The grey robe was wide and the sleeves fluttered, but it could not hide her proud figure.

Three thousand black hair, long and messy, covered most of her face.

Occasionally, a breeze blew by, revealing a small part of her fairy face, which was also white as snow and dreamy.

Her beauty was not inferior to Jiang Shengyi.

There was even a mysterious sense of vicissitudes of life that had been precipitated by the years.

"Who is that..."

In the Forbidden City, most of the monks were stunned.

They did not expect that the one who killed the third prince was actually a woman.

And she was an extremely powerful woman.

Many male monks were stunned when they saw a corner of the grey-clothed woman's fairy face, and marveled at her beauty and mystery.

"No, look at the grey-clothed woman's eyes, why do you feel like reopening the world and evolving chaos?" An elder of a major force said in surprise.

At this time, everyone discovered that the double pupils of the gray-clothed woman were slightly covered by the black hair.

But it was still vaguely visible that there seemed to be a terrifying scene of the sun and stars sinking, replaying the chaos.

And the pupils seemed to overlap, showing a double ring shape.

"Hiss... Could it be the rumored double pupils?" Many people took a deep breath, and their expressions could not hide their shock.

Double pupils are an extremely rare and powerful pupil.

Among the three thousand physiques, they are also ranked in the top 30, which is extremely terrifying.

Seeing such a mysterious and transcendent gray-clothed double-pupiled woman appear, the whole audience was silent.

"Huh? Who are you?" When Panwu God Lord saw the gray-clothed double-pupiled woman, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Even he, the quasi-supreme, felt a faint pressure.

Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

He did not expect that his protector was actually a woman.

And she was an extremely powerful woman.

Panwu God is the emperor of a country, with a top cultivation. There are definitely not many people who dare to confront him.

Not to mention a woman.

But now, the mysterious and charming gray-clothed woman sitting in the depths of the void is no less imposing than Panwu God.

"Anyone who dares to plot against the young master will be killed without mercy!" The gray-clothed woman with double pupils said indifferently.

When Jun Xiaoyao heard this, an inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes.

The gray-clothed woman with double pupils did not call him Young Master, Son of God, etc., but Young Master.

This is intriguing.

"Are you the one..."

Suddenly, Panwu God seemed to have thought of something, and his face showed extreme surprise and fear.

Some of the powerful old men present also seemed to have remembered something and came back to their senses.

"I remember that this gray-clothed woman with double pupils is..." An old man was surprised.

He did not expect that this person would appear again and become Jun Xiaoyao's protector.

"Miss Nine, she still made a move." Jun Zhantian murmured, not surprised.

"She was one of the eight followers of the God King who followed the White-robed God King Jun Wuhui back then, the double-pupiled zither girl, Ajiu!" An elder of the Immortal Dao couldn't help but exclaimed.

As soon as these words came out, waves of shock were set off in all directions.

If the leader of this generation of the Jun family is Jun Xiaoyao.

Then the leader of the previous generation is Jun Wuhui.

There is no need to describe his strength in words.

In short, even one of his eight followers, any one of them, is an invincible existence that sweeps across the four directions.

And this gray-robed double-pupiled girl, Ajiu, was one of the eight followers of Jun Wuhui back then.

"It's like this." Jun Xiaoyao suddenly realized.

No wonder Jun Zhantian said before that his protector had an extraordinary origin.

Unexpectedly, it was his father's former subordinate.

At this time, the Lyra girl also showed a look of surprise and said, "It's her. It seems that she is the one that my master once said, the one that she can't even reach."

The Lyra girl's master is the leader of the Xianwu Qin Sect, whose Qin art is the best in the entire fairyland.

For an existence that can make her feel that she can't even reach her, it's conceivable how extraordinary and peerless it is.

Now, the identity of the gray-clothed double-pupiled girl Ajiu is completely exposed, and there is an uproar.

The face of the Panwu God Lord is extremely ugly.

That woman, not to mention how powerful she is, her identity is the most feared.

The follower of the White-clothed God King!

Although the incident happened ten years ago, no one knows whether the White-clothed God King Jun Wuhui is alive or dead now.

But no one dares to underestimate him.

"I kill him, do you have any objection?" Ah Jiu's voice was cold and indifferent, sitting cross-legged in the sky, like an ancient female fairy.

Lord Panwu had never felt so aggrieved.

He wanted to take action, but the consequences were unpredictable.

Looking at Lord Panwu's changing expression, many people around were secretly shocked.

The power behind Jun Xiaoyao was too terrifying to force a master of the Immortal Divine Dynasty to this extent.

"This matter was indeed done by my rebellious son, and this is the punishment he deserves." Lord Panwu closed his eyes for a long time before speaking.

One word made the four directions quiet.

The dignified Lord of the Immortal Divine Dynasty finally gave in.

"Father..." Wu Mingyue's pupils trembled.

I didn't expect that their Immortal Divine Dynasty would have such a day to bow their heads.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression did not change much, and he said, "In that case, can I enter Panwuling?"

"Jun Xiaoyao, don't go too far!" Panwu God Lord's face was extremely dark.

Jun Xiaoyao not only humiliated Wu Mingyue in public, saying that she was not worthy of him.

Even the third prince was killed.

And now, Jun Xiaoyao actually wants to enter Panwuling.

No one can swallow this breath.

Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm, and he said, "The death of the third prince is the punishment he deserves, but Jun's loss should be compensated."

Loss?

Panwu God Lord wanted to slap Jun Xiaoyao to death!

What did Jun Xiaoyao lose?

No arms or legs were missing.

He was just blackmailing people.

However, just when the situation was deadlocked, an ancient and vicissitudes of life voice slowly sounded from the depths of the palace.

"Forget it, give the Jun family's son a chance to enter Panwuling."

Hearing this voice, Panwu God Lord's face changed!