The Heaven’s Jailer

At this critical moment, Peng Zijian, who has been standing beside him like a wood-carving clay sculpture, suddenly pulled out a handful of thorns shining with weird red light from his waist and jumped up.

Bai Yingjun controlled the night of the devil, condensed the rules of the tiankeng, and controlled the power of the immortal, refining Liu Lang, with one heart and three uses, without any guard at all.

The spike in Peng Zixian's hand plunged into Bai Yingjun's waist without any suspense.

That spike was obviously made with a special method, although it was not a Celestial Immortal Tool, it was more powerful than a Celestial Immortal Tool.

"Yeah!" Bai Yingjun snorted, his body shook and almost fell to the ground.

Looking back, he found that it was Peng who had attacked himself, and he was a handsome white with a question mark.

In fact, not only Bai Yingjun has a question mark on his face, but everyone now has a question mark on his face.

Just now, it was Peng Zixian who helped Bai Yingjun and grabbed the Demon Lord's Night. In everyone's eyes, Peng Zixian was naturally on Bai Yingjun's side. Now, he suddenly turned against Bai Yingjun. Many people are incomprehensible.

"why?"

Peng Zijin is a puppet carefully refined by Bai Yingjun. Since it is called a puppet, he naturally followed Bai Yingjun's words. Before this, such a thing had never happened.

No matter where the problem was, Bai Yingjun gritted his teeth and slapped himself to Peng.

But Peng Zijian seemed to have expected it, Bai Yingjun's slap, as soon as he lifted it up, he let go of the spikes, and quickly backed away. In the blink of an eye, he was a hundred meters away.

Bai Yingjun wanted to chase him, but found that the immortal power in his body was fading rapidly, and there was an illusion that he would be exhausted.

"It's this spike!"

He touched it back, and pulled out the spikes stuck in his waist. Water dripped from Bai Yingjun's face.

Intuition told him that this spike was specially made for him.

Based on Bai Yingjun's understanding of Peng Zixian, Peng Zixian is obviously incapable of refining such weapons. In other words, Peng Zixian is probably still a puppet, but the one who controls this puppet has become someone else.

When Bai Yingjun thought secretly about who was the master behind him, Liu Lang behind finally seized the opportunity.

"boom!"

Originally penetrated into Liu Lang's body, the one-point and three-point power, because he lost Bai Yingjun's control, was forced by Liu Lang's full strength to reintegrate into one body. Then, it shot out from the center of Liu Lang's eyebrows.

At the same time, the Demon Lord Ye, who has been in control of Bai Yingjun, also got a respite.

Without waiting for Liu Lang to greet him, Demon Lord Ye had already released his grip on Liu Lang.

"Take advantage of someone's illness to kill them!"

Mozhu Ye and Bai Yingjun glanced at each other, and attacked Bai Yingjun with a tacit backhand.

"boom!"

The injured Bai Junjun wanted to hide but didn't.

The two of them had four palms printed on Bai Yingjun's body. Bai Yingjun flew back in an instant. However, his instinct told Demon Lord Ye and Liu Lang that this one was not enough to kill Bai Yingjun.

Therefore, the two followed without hesitation.

But just when the two were about to approach Bai Yingjun, Bai Yingjun suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"Pity."

Now, everyone knows that Bai Yingjun is the real master of tiankeng. Since he is the master of tiankeng, he can naturally mobilize the rules of tiankeng. Therefore, this disappearance in thin air is not incomprehensible.

However, before Bai Yingjun disappeared, he was first stabbed by Peng himself, and then severely hit by Liu Lang and Demon Lord Ye. He wanted to come and was seriously injured. Within a short time, he should not come out to do evil again.

After realizing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

However, a second later, Bai Yingjun's figure suddenly appeared again.

The atmosphere was immediately tense.

However, soon everyone realized that Bai Yingjun didn't walk out of the void by himself, but was picked up by a person, and the person carrying Bai Yingjun turned out to be a little fresh meat.

"This boy..."

When others saw that little fresh meat, he felt strange, but Liu Lang felt familiar.

"Ao Xun, you are ungrateful!"

Just when Liu Lang tried to search in his mind who this young man was, Bai Yingjun, who had no power to fight back, hissed.

"Ao Xun!"

Liu Lang nearly jumped up when Bai Yingjun called the boy.

Looking at the boy's appearance, Liu Lang finally realized what had happened.

"Ao Lun, Ao Zhi!"

The reason why I felt familiar was because the appearance of that boy was completely a composite of Ao Lun and Ao Zhi.

Aolun Aozhi is a six-clawed golden dragon artificially cultivated by the true dragon Tianzun at the expense of keel relics. The purpose is to use Aolun Aozhi to activate the forbidden secret method of the dragon family and reshape the flesh.

But after a series of changes, not only did the real dragon Tianzun fail to reshape the flesh, but also Ao Ying, who was behind the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole, did not succeed.

Two years ago, during the battle of the Dragon Tomb, Ao Lun and Ao Zhi were made puppets by Bai Yingjun, and even Ao Xun's dragon soul was taken away by Bai Yingjun.

Not surprisingly, Bai Yingjun should be the body of a six-claw golden dragon fused with Ao Lun and Ao Zhi, and then let the soul of Ao Xun occupy this powerful body that has been rare in millions of years.

However, looking at the current situation, Ao Xun, who had regained his body, had already escaped from Bai Yingjun's control.

In fact, it is true.

The energetic Ao Xun threw Bai Yingjun in front of him, curled his lips, and said, "Ingredient? It's like you reshaped my body for me in the first place. After all, you don't just want to refine a powerful force. A puppet? If it weren't for our dragon's tyrannical blood and uncomfortable enslavement, at this moment, it should be me who is kneeling here."

"I……"

Bai Junjun was speechless for a while.

"You don't need me, the winner is king, and the loser is the bandit. In this world, there is only victory or defeat. There is no right or wrong, so you should accept your fate!" Ao Xun said while looking down at Bai Yingjun.

"You want to kill me?"

"Nonsense!" Ao Xun rubbed his hands and said, "Master Bai's abilities, I know better than anyone, you can't sleep peacefully while you are alive."

While talking, Ao Xun raised his slap and wanted to slap Bai Yingjun to death.

"Wait a minute." Bai Yingjun gritted his teeth while facing Ao Xun, who was reborn because of him.

"Any last words?" Ao Xun asked.

"How do you control Peng Zijian?" Bai Yingjun looked at Peng Zijian who had already stood behind Ao Xun.

In terms of refining puppets, Bai Yingjun believed himself.

Ao Xunzu was a dragon clan in the same starry sky as the Tianji clan. His bloodline was too tyrannical and caused him to lose his hand. This can be explained, but Peng Zijian is a native of the Three Realms. He really can't think of why Peng Zijian would get out of control.

Therefore, even if it is dead, he must die to understand.

Hearing Bai Yingjun’s question, Ao Xun laughed loudly: “I’ve never heard of a saying, saying that it’s a crime to call God a sin, you can’t live by yourself? If you say you refine a puppet, then refine a puppet. Why do you have to run? How about Liu Lang’s transformation? Don’t you know that in this world, I know Liu Lang best?"