The remaining sixty or so Asian barbarians surrounded No. 2 and asked him to hand over the Yin-Yang Ruler.
"I don't care who you are, hand over the Yin-Yang Ruler, otherwise you will never leave here alive."
Shange looked gloomy, even if he blew himself up, he would still leave No. 2 today.
"Shameless talk!"
There was no expression on No. 2's face, he just uttered four words coldly.
"Brother Ma, do we want to take action?"
The escaped monks stood behind Ma Jingjun and asked in a low voice.
Once outside, their chances of winning are indeed better, and it is indeed difficult to completely crush the god puppet.
"Let's take a look. The Asian barbarians must have some tricks that they haven't used yet, otherwise they wouldn't dare to speak out loud."
Ma Jingjun shook his head, they didn't have the time to take action yet.
The best way is to let the sub-barbarians fight with the god puppets and both sides will lose, and they can just pick up what's already available.
The monks behind him understood Ma Jingjun's intention and took a step back to free up the battlefield.
"Miss Gu, why did you withdraw just now, causing us to be injured by the god puppet?"
After these people retreated to a distance, several monks asked Gu Qingyan with puzzled faces.
Apart from Ma Jingjun, Gu Qingyan was the strongest person present.
As long as the two of them join forces, they can definitely compete with the average God Emperor.
"No comment!"
Gu Qingyan answered them with only four words.
Finished!
Gu Qingyan swept away towards the distance, put some distance between himself and them, and completely distanced himself from them.
"What happened? Why does Gu Qingyan seem to be a different person?"
Looking at Gu Qingyan leaving, the monks said with puzzled faces.
Ma Jingjun glanced at Gu Qingyan, and the corners of his mouth moved, but in the end he did not open his mouth.
Nowadays, the Shenshui Sect and the Jingshen Sword Sect have a cooperative relationship. The disciples of the two sects are very polite when they see each other. The sect warns them that they should treat the disciples of the other sect with courtesy when they meet.
Now that Gu Qingyan has withdrawn on his own initiative, Ma Jingjun doesn't know what to say.
No. 2 did not want to talk nonsense with the Asian barbarians, so he put away one of the yin and yang rulers, and used the remaining yin and yang ruler as a weapon.
Holding the yin and yang ruler and pointing it to the sky, infinite precious light flashed out.
"This is the power of magic!"
The monks standing behind Ma Jingjun said with shocked faces.
The treasure technique is in the hands of those ancient aristocratic families and the ancient aristocratic families. Although they are the proud sons of the three middle realms, they cannot master the method of cultivating the treasure technique.
"It would be great if we could capture the god puppet alive, and then we could read the method of cultivating the treasure technique from his memory."
The genius from Liangyi Mansion said with a sigh on his face.
The smell of gunpowder in the field became stronger and stronger. The Asian barbarians blocked No. 2's way, and the war was about to break out.
"Invite you, ancestor!"
Shange and Qiling formed a seal with their hands, and a strange mark disappeared into the sky.
immediately!
A huge gap opened in the sky, and an ancient Asian man walked out of the gap.
As soon as he stepped on his feet, endless mysterious power surged out from the body of this old sub-barbarian.
Without the fluctuations of the domain spirit, the sub-barbarians can cultivate their physical bodies to the extreme, comparable to the bodies of gods and demons.
"If you can't handle such things well, what use are you!"
The body of the Yaman ancestor slowly fell, and the boundless breath made it difficult for Ma Jingjun and others standing there to breathe.
"It's such a strong sense of oppression. My energy and blood seem to be imprisoned."
Except for Ma Jingjun, the other monks were feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.
The power within the body of the sub-barbarians can suppress the power of human energy and blood, greatly reducing their combat effectiveness.
"Reporting to my ancestor, this man is very strange. We are no match for him. He has already killed more than thirty clan members."
Qiling quickly recounted what had just happened.
After listening to Qi Ling's description, the ancestor of the Yaman people looked at the god puppet, with a dignified look deep in his eyes.
With just one look, the ancestor of the Yaman people knew that No. 2 was no ordinary person.
Although Liu Wuxie left, he did not go far. He stood very far away and looked at the battlefield quietly.
"Today is just a good time to practice with you and test the level of No. 2's combat effectiveness."
A cruel smile appeared on Liu Wuxie's lips.
I don’t know where to go next at the moment, so I’m going to sharpen my skills today.
As long as No. 2 grows up, he will have no worries about walking in any area.
Anyone who dares to dissatisfy will be pushed all the way through.
"Hand over the Yin and Yang rulers, and I can let you go."
The ancestor of the Yaman people withdrew his gaze and said coldly to No. 2.
"war!"
No. 2 had no unnecessary nonsense, holding the Yin-Yang Ruler, and killed the ancestor of the Yaman people.
Judging from the aura, the strength of the sub-barbarian ancestor who suddenly appeared was at least as strong as the human God Emperor at level one or two.
Even Ma Jingjun and the others would find it difficult to intervene.
The battle between the God-Emperor was earth-shattering.
Although the sub-barbarians cannot break through to the God Emperor, their bodies have grown to the extreme and their combat power can rival the God Emperor.
"court death!"
The ancestor of the Yaman people was furious because the human in front of him dared to attack him.
With a punch, the surrounding space exploded, and a vacuum channel appeared, forming a cage of fist intention, trying to suppress No. 2 in place.
"snort!"
No. 2 snorted coldly and slashed out the Yin-Yang Ruler in his hand. The prison of his fist was directly shattered and turned into countless fragments.
"It's such a powerful force, it's several times more terrifying than underground."
The monks standing behind Ma Jingjun said with lingering fear.
During the underground fight, No. 2 still showed mercy and did not kill him.
Remembering that they were human beings, Liu Wuxie just killed a few of them, hoping that they would retreat in the face of difficulties.
But towards the Asian barbarians, Liu Wuxie was not so polite and started killing them without restraint.
"boom!"
The ancestor of the Yaman people took over the rule of No. 2 abruptly.
The terrifying impact force formed a storm, knocking all the surrounding sub-barbarians away.
The rocks on the ground kept flying around, forming whirlpools that directly crushed the gravel into endless powder.
The ancestor of the Yaman people felt that his arm was about to explode, and his body couldn't help but take several steps back.
On the other hand, No. 2's body is motionless. This is the difference.
If you were in the ordinary God-Emperor realm and faced with the ancestors of the sub-barbarians, the result would be a draw at most.
Number 2 is the body of a god puppet, and his physical body is far more powerful than the human race.
With the blessing of the Dinghuang Pearl, he has inherited all the battle memories during his lifetime. In terms of combat power, even if he is the third level of the God Emperor, he may not be the opponent of the God Puppet.
When Liu Wuxie's cultivation reaches the level of God King, whether they are number one or number two, their combat power will increase a lot.
"Everyone come together!"
The ancestor of the Yaman people gave an order and asked other Yaman people to take action.
"yes!"
Shange and Qiling led the strong men of their respective tribes and rushed towards No. 2.
The scene was extremely terrifying. With so many Half-Emperor Realms united together, their power was not weaker than that of the God-Emperor Realm.
The battle between the God Emperor was earth-shattering. Liu Wuxie, who was thousands of miles away, was frowning at this moment.
Number 2 is his biggest trump card and nothing will happen to him.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Maybe the battle here caused too much noise, attracting monks from thousands of miles around.
"What happened? Why did the Asian barbarian fight with the god puppet?"
In less than half a cup of tea, there were forty or fifty more human monks in the field.
In the past, no one would be willing to go to the desolate battlefield.
The monks behind Ma Jingjun quickly told everything that happened in the underground world.
After learning that the god puppet had obtained the Yin and Yang rulers, the monks who came over looked coveted.
"Then what are we still doing? Let's take action together and kill the god puppet. Then the yin and yang ruler will be ours."
These monks who had just arrived did not know the terror of No. 2, and they were about to take action as soon as they said that.
The strange thing is that Ma Jingjun didn't stop it.
They take better action and save themselves the trouble.
"Brother Ma, why don't you stop them."
The genius from Liangyi Mansion asked Ma Jingjun.
"Do you think we can stop them?"
Ma Jingjun shook his head.
Those people have long been dazzled by the treasure, and if you try to stop them now, they will definitely be dissatisfied, and may even trigger internal disputes.
"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman will benefit. It's best if they all die, so that the yin and yang will be ours."
The small domain monk said with excitement.
Just as Ma Jingjun said, these monks who have just arrived are already obsessed with interests. Anyone who dares to stop them is the enemy.
As these human races join in, the pressure on No. 2 increases greatly.
It just adds some pressure and it is difficult to pose a threat to him.
No amount of half-emperor realms can harm a truly powerful God-Emperor.
"kill!"
The yin and yang ruler in No. 2's hand swept out.
The master has given an order, no matter whether they are sub-barbarians or human beings, do not hold back and kill every one you can.
After letting go of his hands and feet, No. 2 is too scary.
At first, I was not very accustomed to using the Yin-Yang Ruler.
After the battle just now, No. 2 became thoroughly familiar with the use of the Yin-Yang Ruler.
"Boom!"
The moment the Yin-Yang Ruler was cut down, the surrounding heaven and earth fissured, and the two forces of Yin-Yang formed a strangulation force, trapping the rushing humans in place.
"What kind of attack method is this!"
The humans who rushed over did not see the terror of No. 2. From the beginning, they were careless.
God puppets are different from humans. Their realm can only be known when fighting.
Unlike humans, one can judge the opponent's cultivation level through Qi and blood.
"God Emperor, he is in the realm of God Emperor!"
The monks who rushed to the front said with frightened faces.
They never expected that the combat power of this god puppet was comparable to that of the God Emperor.
It was already too late to escape, and No. 2 was determined to kill them.
Gu Qingyan watched intently. She was very glad for her decision, otherwise she would have offended a peerless powerful man.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"..."
In less than half a breath, the bodies of a dozen human monks in front exploded out of thin air.
Blood mixed with minced meat sprayed everywhere.
Although the monks behind them avoided the fatal blow, they still felt uncomfortable. The powerful force of yin and yang knocked them away a hundred meters away.
"Puff puff puff!"
More than forty people joined forces to attack, but were easily dismantled by No. 2, leaving no room for resistance.
At this moment, No. 2 is like an invincible god, standing in the center of the battlefield.
The ancestor of the Yaman tribe was slightly moved. He obviously did not expect that No. 2 could be so arrogant and kill so many people with one move.
No. 2 gained the upper hand and was not merciful. He shot out and rushed towards the monks who were not dead yet.