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At this moment, a golden light blocked the two of them like a pillar that had fallen diagonally.

A white figure landed on the ground. Salin and Feng Yu hurriedly retreated, four holes in the ground created by their four feet.

The two of them looked up and did not recognize this person. He was a very handsome man, and very tall and sturdy. Behind him, Jun Linyue clutched his chest in pain and shouted, "Uncle!"

This person was none other than the Monarch of the Mystic Realm.

"You two, aren't you bullying the lack of people in my residence?" "My Black Tortoise Marquis is a marquis of the army after all. How can you face those Golden Scale Guards outside the window when you're treating him like this?"

The two looked out of the window and saw the Golden Scale Guards wearing armor standing outside, filling the entire yard.

Of course, even if ten more Golden Scale Guards of this size were to arrive, they would still not be a match for the two of them. However, from then on, the two of them would become enemies with the Great Yang. The Golden Scale Guard was a direct subordinate of the Great Yang Army, and the two of them had once stepped out of it, joining the Great Yang's Holy Scale Guards, and had trained for many years before finally rising above the masses.

Both of them were stunned as they heard Jun Juanxuan's question.

"Both of you, stop whatever you have to do. If you insist on killing Jun Lanyue today, then I, Jun Juanxuan, will be the first to refuse!" As he finished speaking, the mystical Qi around Jun Juanxuan rose sharply as a mystical wind billowed. His clothes fluttered in the wind as the curtains danced around him.

Surin and Feng Yu didn't have any thoughts of retreating; instead, they just stood there, watching Jun Juanxuan's hard work as if they were watching a joke. This was because in the Martial King realm and above, it would only take a few seconds for one to enter a battle-ready state.

However, at this time, Monarch's fist carried a strong gust of profound wind as it whistled towards them. The air behind them, the decorations within the room and the curtains, were all being blown towards the direction of the wind. Even though the power of the Monarch Sacred Profound was not as strong as that of a Martial King, it could not be underestimated.

This was something that the two Martial Kings before him did not expect.

Following the arrival of Xuan Feng, Salin and Feng Yu took a step back side by side, flying into the air. Both of them attacked each other with their hands, and a mournful cold light flashed in the direction of the Sovereign Profound Realm.

Immediately, the two forces in the air clashed. However, one could not see the slightest trace of strength in the fist of the opposing martial kings. The cold light of the opposing martial kings was forcibly blocked in the air, as if it was blocked by a transparent glass door. The monarch withdrew his attack, landed on the ground, and used his hands to regulate his breathing.

It was at this moment that Sharlin and Feng Yu finally descended from the air. The wind from their fists gradually weakened, and the fluttering curtains dropped back down.

Jun Lanyue, who was standing behind them, shouted, "Uncle!" Stop fighting, they are treacherous and cunning, we cannot attack them head on! "What's more …"

At this moment, Feng Yu seemed to have thought of something, and he looked towards Sha Lin. As if enlightened, Salin took out another bamboo tube from his bosom.

"Uncle!" "Be careful!" Jun Lin Yue climbed over to Yang Xi'er's window, wanting to see how she was doing. However, when he was rushing over, he saw some clues from the expressions on the faces of Sharlin and Feng Yu. His two fists placed in front of his chest, crossed, opened, retreated, and created an extremely long distance as he gathered his strength at his elbows and shoulders. A ray of multicolored light, which was like a ray of light, followed the rumbling sound as it charged straight forward.

Seeing this, the two froze for a moment. He didn't know what kind of cultivation technique it was, but it seemed that it couldn't be underestimated. The two of them exchanged a glance before pulling each other's hands away and flinging them in all directions. At the same time, their figures simultaneously moved out of Jun Bluemoon's chamber and tumbled down into the courtyard.

The light radiating from the two of them immediately forced back the Golden Scale Guards of the third or fourth row. Everyone screamed miserably as they supported each other, preventing the group from receiving too much damage.

Sha Lin took out the tube from his bosom. He then took out the tube from his bosom. With a 'dang' sound, the flame on the tube lit up. Jun Linyue shouted from within the room, "Quickly stop him! They are asking for help! "

Before he could finish his sentence, he tumbled down from the bed in a panic. His chest was still in intense pain. But a hand took hold of his. He turned around and saw the weakened Yang Xi'er looking at him, shaking her head with great difficulty.

Even though Jun Bluemoon had no idea what Jun Bluemoon was talking about, he didn't have the luxury of time to think about it any longer. His body shifted, and he disappeared into the courtyard. The gunpowder barrel in sarin's hand had already been ignited. At this time, Jun Juanxuan seemed to wake up from a dream and angrily said: "It doesn't matter who you call!"

Then he jumped up and stretched out his hand to snatch the gunpowder from the bamboo cylinder in the air.

However, at this time, Feng Yu appeared out of thin air, her legs glowing with a dark purple light, a small tornado whizzed past her legs, and with a 'boom', she was struck ruthlessly, falling onto the ground. Immediately, the broken stones on the ground flew out, landing in all four directions, some of the Golden Scale Guards were injured by the stones, screaming in pain.

At the same time, there was a chirping sound as a dot of light shot into the sky like a meteor. Jun Lin Yue was looking at Yang Xi'er, and was startled by this voice. He turned his head and looked at the sky.

Anything else seemed unnecessary now. Jun Lin Yue lifted Yang's cup, carried her on his back, and ran out of the room, running towards the back. Yang Xi'er laid on his shoulder and asked weakly: "You … Where are you taking me? "

Jun Lanyue still didn't say anything. In the courtyard of his private palace, Jun Yunrue was still battling with the two of them. When Wan Quan saw that his boss had left, he immediately lost the mood to watch the fight.

The two of them then ran towards the back of the building. Of course, the Monarch Sacred Profound was not just some ordinary person. He was not afraid of two Martial Kings. However, he did not know what would happen next. After dodging a heavy punch from Sarin, the two men rolled in the air and jumped out of the back wall.

Sharlin and Feng Yu descended from the sky, only to discover that most of the people had already disappeared. The two of them looked at each other with a regretful and panicked expression. They hastily ran into the room, only to discover that Jun Lin Yue and Yang Xi'er had also disappeared without a trace.

The two of them immediately became angry; they didn't even have time to walk through the main entrance as they rushed towards the back wall of Jun Lin's chamber. With a loud rumbling sound, the back wall of the chamber collapsed with a loud bang, and a cloud of dust flew into the air.

As for Sharlin and Feng Yu, they were the two warriors who the Mysterious Sky Sect had bought and were lurking in the Great Yang Imperial Palace. This signal only meant that important people had discovered their identities, and the spies in other places also received the signal to attack at any time.

The Celestial Emperor of the Profound Sky Sect, who was outside the wasteland, had sent five of his men, who had cultivated to the level of a Black Emperor or Black Emperor, to lead thirty thousand Xuan Soldiers and attack from outside the wastelands. On both sides were the people from the Blood Demon Sect and the Green Profound Realm.