Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

What a big battle!

Wei Yang and his companions looked up at the sky.

At this moment, the sky was filled with many powerful men from the Nine Netherworld Python Clan.

And these people were staring at them with angry eyes at this moment.

No matter what, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan is one of the three major clans in the world of demon beasts. Not only has someone sneaked into the holy land, but they also caused such a commotion and even killed their clan leader. No one can tolerate this.

It can be said that the fight will not stop until one dies!

In the sky, the leader was an old man with a red poisonous snake coiled on his shoulder. This great elder was staring fiercely at Yao Ming at this moment.

And when his eyes looked at the giant black snake lying at Yao Ming's feet, his heart couldn't help but shrink.

Although I was mentally prepared when I came here, I still couldn't help but tremble with fear when I actually saw it at this moment.

Three Fighting Saints!

"No matter who they are, they must die today and be buried with our patriarch! Otherwise, how can our Nine Netherworld Python Clan survive in the world of Warcraft?" A gray-haired old man said angrily beside the old man carrying the snake.

"Underworld Snake Guards, listen up! Capture this man, regardless of life or death!" said the gray-haired old man, pointing his finger at the blood-soaked demon with a hideous and blurry face, and shouted angrily.

"Yes!"

Hearing the gray-haired old man's angry shout, many uniform responses suddenly rang out across the world.

Soon after, the sound of breaking wind was heard, and figures in snake-shaped armor flashed out from the darkness. After a few flashes, they appeared in the surrounding void. Many auras were faintly connected together, forming an encirclement that locked Wei Yang and his companions, including Yao Ming.

"The Nine Netherworld Python Clan's foundation is indeed not weak. Each of these Netherworld Serpent Guards possesses extremely strong strength, and their actions are almost perfectly coordinated, with their auras faintly connected."

Wei Yang glanced at the nearly one hundred Nether Snake Guards around him, and a hint of surprise flashed across his mind.

This kind of elite Dou Zun-level team, when united, has a fighting power that cannot be underestimated. This is the first time he has seen it.

It can be called a real killer weapon.

Swish swish!

The sound of breaking wind was heard again.

After the Nether Serpent Guards, the elders and leaders also dispersed from the sky and formed a huge strange formation, forming an outer encirclement again, trapping Wei Yang and his men and the Nether Serpent Guards.

Seeing this, Wei Yang and others frowned slightly.

As the saying goes, a hero cannot stand against numbers. After all, this is the base camp of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. Facing such a joint lineup, even a Fighting Saint will not be able to escape with any good results.

It is somewhat difficult to withstand the repeated attacks of such a luxurious formation combination in an environment like the Nine Netherworld.

After all, the core of the formation is the old man with the red poisonous snake on his shoulder, who is a genuine one-star late-stage Douluo.

Moreover, there are also semi-saints guarding some key nodes of the formation.

Of course, it is a bit troublesome, but it is not really unsolvable.

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes, and the five fingers of his hand hidden in his wide sleeves slowly curled up, among which a small black sun was faintly visible.

It's really cruel. There is nothing that a nuclear bomb can't solve.

If so, have another one!

The worst that could happen is that both sides will suffer losses.

The environment here in the abyss further amplifies the power of the nuclear bomb.

Under such a huge explosion, even with the help of the Nine Netherworld, they would have to kneel.

However, in this case, the Nine Netherworld Python Clan would probably be completely destroyed.

This is exactly the result that Wei Yang does not want to see.

After all, Wei Yang felt a little distressed after killing Yao Xiaotian.

In his eyes, every Nine Netherworld Python is a force that will belong to his future command!

There is no other choice but to kill Yao Xiaotian. If Yao Ming wants to completely subdue the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan, Yao Xiaotian must die. Otherwise, Yao Ming will not be able to hold on to this position in a short period of time, and it may even cause civil war and division within this clan.

Of course, although Yao Xiaotian is dead, he will not be wasted. His corpse, magic core, blood essence, and residual soul are all there. The worst that can happen is that he can be refined into a living puppet.

As for the other snakes, Wei Yang didn't want to lose too many more, including the great elder.

Therefore, he turned his gaze towards Yao Ming and asked in a voice transmission: "Yao Ming, can you handle it? If you can't handle it, and I have no choice but to do it, then I will start a massacre!"

"Master, please rest assured. Just leave it to me." Yao Ming responded through voice transmission.

"Leaders of the tribes, you should go back today. I will solve the problem here with the elders."

Seeing that they had successfully trapped Wei Yang and his companions, the old man carrying the snake's eyes flickered, and he suddenly turned around and spoke in a deep voice to the tribal leaders not far away.

Hearing this, the tribal leaders hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat reluctant.

But in the end, he did not dare to disobey the order of the Great Elder and nodded slowly.

After all, they all knew that now that the clan leader was dead, the power of the clan would most likely fall into the hands of this great elder, and he would become the new clan leader.

"Hehe, Great Elder, you are in such a hurry to drive away these tribal leaders, do you want to get rid of me again without anyone knowing?" However, at this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded.

Many eyes looked in the direction of the voice.

Yao Ming, covered in blood, looked up to the sky and let out a long breath. Then he waved his sleeves and collected Yao Xiaotian's body.

Then, he raised his head with a ferocious expression, wiped the blood off his face, and revealed his true appearance. He looked at the many Nine Nether Earth Python masters, walked towards them step by step, and asked grimly, "Everyone, do you still recognize me?"

Looking at Yao Ming's face which was somewhat similar to Yao Xiaotian, all the members of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan present were stunned.

After a long moment, some elders screamed in disbelief: "You, you are the leader of the Yaoming tribe? How is it possible?! You, you went astray in your cultivation and died, didn't you?"

"Leader of the Yaoming Clan?!"

"He seems to be the biological elder brother of Chief Xiaotian, the previous chief. However, Chief Xiaotian said that he died due to infatuation during his training and has been missing for hundreds of years. How could he appear again now?"

"The one who killed Chief Xiaotian was actually the previous chief?"

"this."

There was an uproar at the scene.

Many members of the Nine Netherworld Python clan felt a little confused at this moment.

Hearing the whispers that resounded through the sky, the Great Elder's face twitched and he felt a little panicked.

He shouted coldly, "Be quiet, Chief Yao Ming has been dead for hundreds of years. Don't be fooled by this guy! He and these guys of unknown origin are all the accomplices who killed our Chief Xiao Tian. He deliberately disguised himself as the former chief to cause unrest in our tribe so that they can get away smoothly. Elders, hurry up and activate the formation to kill him!"

Hearing this, the elders were stunned, but their subordinates seemed a little hesitant.

"Haha, Great Elder, are you so eager to kill and silence someone?"

Seeing this, Yao Ming laughed loudly, then turned his gaze to the elders, "Elder Xian, Elder Ming, Elder Liu, you were the people closest to me back then. Open your eyes and take a good look. Could it be that you can't even recognize me?"

As he spoke, Yao Ming fully revealed his aura.

The three pale-haired elders scanned Yao Ming's body carefully, sensing his aura. They were suddenly excited and said, "It seems to be the leader of the Yao Ming clan. His aura is quite familiar to the three of us!"

"Yes, it does resemble the aura of the Yaoming clan leader back then."

"Ming Chang, the three of you stop talking nonsense here and disturbing the hearts of the clan!"

"Chief Yao Ming has been dead for hundreds of years. This has been confirmed by me and Chief Xiaotian back then. This person is just an impostor who appeared out of nowhere. As for his aura, someone must have stolen the blood essence left by the previous chief in our tribe's treasure house and absorbed it into his body. He is the murderer who killed Chief Xiaotian. Everyone has seen it with their own eyes. Are you trying to betray the tribe by doing this?" The great elder stared at the three people with a grim look and shouted coldly.

"Great elder, this is really the leader of the Yaoming tribe. We will not make a mistake. Is there any misunderstanding here? It's not too late to ask first." The three elders said hurriedly.