Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

There were quite a few monks who wanted to quit. After someone took the lead, more and more monks chose to quit.

In the blink of an eye, only fifteen monks were left in the field.

"Cowardly human, I didn't expect you to desert the battlefield."

Shange was extremely angry.

In the attack just now, several of their barbarians died, while on the human side, only a few people were seriously injured, but no one died.

"If you still want to cooperate, shut up. Although we are outnumbered, we are not necessarily weaker than you in terms of combat power."

The withdrawal of so many people was undoubtedly a slap in the face to Ma Jingjun, making him lose all face.

Shange jumped out at this time, making Ma Jingjun even more angry and embarrassed. He directly scolded Shange and told him to shut up.

"Then you should come up with a plan. If we fail to defeat him, once he takes the Yin-Yang Ruler, we will be no match for him."

Qi Ling stood up at this time and said to Ma Jingjun.

"You sub-barbarians attack him right in front. As long as we force him out of the hive area, we will have a way to trap him."

Ma Jingjun glanced at the middle area of ​​the hive. No. 2 was trying his best to collect the Yin-Yang rulers. It would take no more than a cup of tea to pull them out.

"All the Yaman people, listen up. Enter through the three passages. Even if it costs you your life, force him out."

At Shange's command, he led a large number of barbarians and fought back into the hive.

Number Two killed several barbarians, and the two sides had already been fighting to the death.

Liu Wuxie stood on the ground, but could sense everything underground.

"Number Two, don't hold back, kill them all if you can."

A cold murderous intent flashed across Liu Wuxie's eyes.

Whether it is Ma Jingjun or the Yaman people, anyone who dares to stop him will be killed without mercy.

"Yes!"

Number Two said softly, and the Dinghuang Pearl suddenly started to spin, releasing an astonishing aura.

"call!"

A violent force swept out, and No. 2 gave up on drawing the Yin-Yang ruler on the left and concentrated on taking the one on the right.

"not good!"

The barbarians who were rushing in front suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just now, No. 2 collected two Yin-Yang rulers at the same time, so it was quite strenuous.

It would be much simpler to use all your strength to collect the Yin-Yang Ruler.

"drink!"

Number Two shouted loudly, and the power that seeped out from the Dinghuang Pearl was like a roaring flood, sweeping in all directions.

The barbarians who rushed over felt a hurricane hitting them and could not help but stop.

Ma Jingjun and his men's attacks had already reached No. 2's back.

Being attacked from both sides did cause some trouble to No. 2.

But they still underestimated No. 2's defensive ability. Even if they were at the Half-Emperor Realm, they could not shake No. 2's body.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dense sword energy fell on No. 2's body, leaving a faint mark.

"What a strong defense!"

Ma Jingjun couldn't help but take a breath.

Even an ordinary Divine Emperor would have chosen to avoid the sword just now, but No. 2 blocked it with all his might.

Number Two suddenly exerted force with both hands, and the Yin-Yang ruler on the right side continued to rise.

The moment the Yin-Yang Ruler was completely pulled out, the terrifying power of Yin and Yang formed two storms that enveloped No. 2.

The Yin-Yang Ruler is unwilling to be controlled by others and wants to break free from No. 2's control.

"Number Two, use their blood to refine the Yin-Yang Ruler!"

Liu Wuxie ordered No. 2 again, asking him to temper the Yin-Yang Ruler with his blood.

Number Two burst out and gave up on taking the other Yin-Yang Ruler. His body disappeared on the spot like a ghost.

The barbarian who rushed over didn't know what was happening before he felt a sharp pain in his body.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Number Two held the Yin-Yang Ruler in his hand and charged forward recklessly, as if there was no one around, shuttling back and forth among the barbarian troops.

In an instant, the Yaman people suffered heavy casualties, including some Yaman people at the semi-emperor level.

Ma Jingjun and others who were standing in another direction all stood there in a daze, not daring to move forward.

"Gudong!"

I don't know who swallowed, the sound was not loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone present.

"Are we still fighting?"

The faith of those who stayed behind began to waver.

Their cultivation level is not much higher than that of the barbarians.

A large number of Yaman people died, and when No. 2 attacked them, they would surely die.

"While the God Puppet is attacking the Yaman people, we will collect the Yin Yang Ruler."

Ma Jingjun's body shook and rushed towards the remaining Yin-Yang ruler.

When the others saw this, they showed determination in their eyes. Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. As long as they can snatch the Yin-Yang Ruler, they will not be afraid of encountering the Divine Emperor realm in the future.

Fifteen monks, like fifteen shooting stars, appeared in front of the Yin-Yang Ruler.

There is only one Yin-Yang Ruler, but there are fifteen of them. Who should the treasure belong to?

They had agreed before that after obtaining the treasure, they would draw lots to decide who would own it.

Now that nine people have withdrawn, the previous promises are naturally no longer valid.

After No. 2 threw those barbarians away, he turned around and stared at Ma Jingjun and others with empty eyes as if he was looking at dead people.

"You stop him, and I will take the Yin-Yang Ruler."

Ma Jingjun said to them.

"Why do you come to collect it?"

The cultivator from the small domain was the first to step forward and confront No. 2 head-on. They would definitely be the ones who would suffer. If Ma Jingjun escaped with the treasure, wouldn’t it be a huge loss?

"It's already this late, and we're still fighting among ourselves. I, Ma Jingjun, swear that once I get the Yin-Yang Ruler, I will never keep it all to myself."

Ma Jingjun was very angry, but he still needed their strength to resist the divine puppet, so he could only swear in public.

"We trust you again!"

Ma Jingjun had already sworn, so they naturally couldn't say anything more.

The remaining monks immediately took action to stop No. 2 and prevented them from getting close to this place.

Gu Qingyan's body burst out, and the long sword in his hand formed a series of sword lotuses, forming an overwhelming force, trying to suppress No. 2 on the spot.

"roll!"

Number Two shouted loudly, and swung the Yin-Yang Ruler in his hand diagonally, with suffocating force, knocking Gu Qingyan away.

"If you don't want to die, get out."

The voice of No. 2 sounded in Gu Qingyan's ears.

Gu Qingyan, who was blown away, suddenly stood there in a daze. She didn’t understand why the divine puppet let her go.

In that attack just now, the Divine Puppet retracted most of its strength at the last moment, otherwise she would have been seriously injured if not killed.

Obviously, the divine puppet had no intention of killing her.

"Farewell!"

Gu Qingyan is not stupid. She is sure that she may know the person who controls the divine puppet, so she doesn't want to get involved in this mess.

After saying that, Gu Qingyan rushed out of the hive without stopping for a moment.

Without Gu Qingyan's suppression, the remaining people were no match for the second best opponent. The Yin-Yang Ruler easily suppressed these people on the spot with its overwhelming force.

The reason why Liu Wuxie let Gu Qingyan go was not because he didn't dare to kill her, but how to explain to Yunshui after killing her.

Number Two will be exposed sooner or later, and then the outside world will naturally know that it was him who stole the Yin-Yang Ruler.

Although Yunshui would not blame himself for killing Gu Qingyan, there would definitely be a rift between them.

The Shenshui Sect helped the Tiandao Society to stand firm in the three central regions. Facing the counterattacks from the Fengshen Pavilion and Liangyue City, the Shenshui Sect withstood the pressure.

With just these, Liu Wuxie could not kill Gu Qingyan.

Besides, Gu Qingyan didn’t know that it was Liu Wuxie who snatched the Yin-Yang Ruler. If he knew, he would have chosen to withdraw long ago. On the contrary, he would have helped Liu Wuxie to snatch the Yin-Yang Ruler.

"Why did Gu Qingyan withdraw? Without her suppression, we are no match at all."

Without Gu Qingyan, the team immediately fell apart and was defeated by No. 2.

Ma Jingjun was also stunned. As long as they could restrain the Divine Puppet for a dozen breaths, he would be able to take the Yin-Yang Ruler.

Just when success was about to happen, Gu Qingyan withdrew, which made Ma Jingjun almost crazy.

"You stop him, and I will be able to take it in ten breaths."

Ma Jingjun shouted loudly, ordering the remaining people to restrain the divine puppet at all costs.

With Gu Qingyan's withdrawal, people's hearts have been dispersed.

Number Two marched straight in, and anyone who dared to stop him would be killed without mercy.

At the beginning, there were some people who were not afraid of death and rushed forward directly.

"die!"

The Yin-Yang Ruler in No. 2's hand slashed out diagonally, using a strange move that made it impossible for the three monks rushing over to dodge.

This is a real magic trick, they have never seen it before.

Even Liu Wuxie is no match for Number Two, let alone people like them.

With just one move, No. 2 killed three monks and was beaten into a pulp by the Yin-Yang Ruler.

In another place, Shange and the others stood quietly, not daring to take a step forward.

Looking at their dead companions, the remaining people dared not stay any longer and fled outside one after another.

Ma Jingjun was the only one left in the field, and he was still collecting the Yin-Yang rulers.

"roll!"

Number Two chopped down the Yin-Yang ruler in his hand fiercely. The terrifying aura forced Ma Jingjun to leave the Yin-Yang ruler and retreat.

After Ma Jingjun retreated to a distance, with an unwilling look on his face, a magic talisman appeared in his hand for some reason.

As long as it is sacrificed, a phantom of a divine emperor can be summoned.

After hesitating for a moment, Ma Jingjun finally put it away.

Even if he summoned the phantom of the Divine Emperor, he might not be a match for Number Two.

This is his last talisman, which he keeps to save his life at the critical moment.

After defeating everyone, No. 2 walked up to another Yin-Yang ruler.

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand and pulled out the remaining Yin-Yang Ruler.

The moment it was taken out, the huge beehive began to shake.

"Number Two, head southwest when you get out. We'll meet up there!"

After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, he used the God-Destroying Robe and fled into the distance.

Ma Jingjun and the others will soon return to the ground, and they will definitely be able to guess that it was the divine puppet they controlled.

Gu Qingyan was the first to return to the desolate battlefield. She looked around with her beautiful eyes, but did not see anyone else.

The nine monks who had left earlier had already left because of their serious injuries and found a secluded place to heal in peace.

"Isn't it him?"

Gu Qingyan said doubtfully.

When they dived underground, in addition to them, there was also a God-Lord in the distance. Many people speculated that this person was the genius of the Nanli family.

Why was there no sign of this person when I came out?

"Whoosh whoosh!"

One after another, people were plundered from the underground world, including the Yaman people.

The underground world collapsed faster and faster. In less than half a cup of tea, Yamanren, Ma Jingjun and others returned to the desolate battlefield.

Both the barbarians and humans suffered heavy losses this time.

Number Two burst out from the underground world.

As soon as he took a step forward, the barbarian rushed towards No. 2 desperately.

Once on the ground, one is no longer restricted by the underground world and can act without restraint.

Ma Jingjun and others were still hesitating whether to take action.