Chapter 1253 The Rebellion of the Saint-Level Powerhouse

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Chapter 1253 The Rebellion of the Saint-level Powerhouse

"The white-eyed wolf who is not familiar with it, still finds such a grandiose excuse for himself!"

Jin Ran's face was extremely gloomy, and he shouted angrily at Mo Qi and the two of them.

If it was placed on the Ten Thousand Races Continent, there would be only two holy-level junior powerhouses, and he would wave his hand casually, and a large number of powerhouses would come and kill them for him.

However, even Jin Ran had to face up to the strength of the three people in front of him in this battle field where the holy rank was respected.

"Jin Ran, don't be hypocritical, I'll just ask you, will you hand in the token or not!"

Mo Qi snorted coldly and said bluntly.

As his words fell, the powerful aura of the four saint-level powerhouses swept away, and suddenly, the atmosphere in this world was suppressed to the extreme!

"Zhao Xuetu!"

"Mo Qi, Zhong Nian, are you going to rebel!"

Elder Ling and Jin Xianjin, who were fighting with holy battle spirits, obviously sensed the movement here, and immediately shouted angrily.

However, even if they are aware of the changes in the rear, they will not be able to get away from the holy battle spirit who is not inferior to them in strength, and even has even more strange methods in a short period of time.

"Two, if you don't hand over the token, don't blame us for being rude!"

Facing the anger of Ling Lao and Jin Xianjin, the four saint-level powerhouses just glanced at them, and when they realized that they were in danger, their eyes turned to Jin Ran and Yun Jun again.

"This place is no longer of much use to you. You have a bright future. I advise you to think about it. Is it worthwhile to throw your life here!"

Mo Qi glanced at Jin Ran and the others. In his eyes, there was no respect anymore. What was there was a kind of contempt for ants as a holy powerhouse!

If it weren't for the sake of the forces behind them, even if they were mere respected powerhouses, they would not bother to take a look at them no matter how talented they were.

Because, for them, these guys do not belong to the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, and they will eventually return to the Ten Thousand Races Continent to develop. No matter how great their future achievements are, they will not affect themselves.

Under the shroud of this aura, the pretty faces of Yunyin and Yunlan became extremely pale.

Even semi-holy-level powerhouses like Yun Jun and Jin Ran have dignified faces.

These four guys can dominate one side in the battlefield of ten thousand races, and they can kill a lot in their hands.

In the current situation, they have no doubts, if they refuse, these four guys will kill them without mercy!

"Okay, I will give you the token, but you must not do anything to me!"

After pondering for a while, Jin Ran shouted in a deep voice.

Right now, Jin Xianjin is held back by the holy battle spirit, and he will not be able to rescue him for a while, and these four guys who are staring at him are very likely to turn into ferocious beasts in the next second and kill him mercilessly. shredded.

Rather than being searched for the token after his own death, it is better to hand over the thing voluntarily, so as not to suffer for himself. Jin Ran obviously sees this very clearly.

After the words were finished, Jin Ran took out something from his arms and threw it towards the sky.

"Shua!"

Moreover, Jin Ran obviously had some deep meaning. His token was intentionally or unintentionally closer to Zhao Xuetu. It seemed that he was deliberately trying to provoke the two parties.

However, what made Jinran a little disappointed was that the four holy-level powerhouses seemed to have seen through his mind long ago, so they raised their arms and made a move, and the token was caught in their hands.

Although Zhao Xuetu had salivation in his eyes, he didn't make a move to snatch it from the beginning to the end. Obviously, the few of them had already made an appointment.

After taking the token, Mo Qi and the others turned their gazes to Mr. Yun, and a great pressure also faintly suppressed the three women.

"you……"

Yunyin's pretty face was a little pale, but there was a strange look in her eyes when she looked at the four saint-level powerhouses. It was as if she wanted to engrave these people deeply in her mind.

Looking at Yunyin's gaze, Zhao Xuetu frowned, and a sense of violence rose in his heart.

"I'll give it to you!"

Yun Jun's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she also felt the killing intent in Zhao Xuetu's heart, and finally, she gritted her silver teeth and sighed.

Immediately afterwards, Jun Yun also threw a token at Zhao Xuetu.

"Haha, you've been like this for a long time, so nothing will happen!"

Zhao Xuetu grabbed the token in his hand and laughed loudly.

These two tokens were cast by the ancestors of the two clans who forged this altar. Only with them can they accept the protection of this altar!

Holding this thing in their hands, they can cultivate some saint-level powerhouses in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield! Moreover, with such treasures, they can also win over many saint-level powerhouses with one call!

Even if the Yunling clan and the Jinyan clan are dissatisfied with them, there is nothing they can do!

"Asshole!"

Ling Lao and Jin Xianjin, who were in the distance, looked at the strange situation here, and they also seemed furious, but even the two holy-level and intermediate-level battle spirits made them feel uneasy at all!

"Haha, everyone, see you later!"

Zhao Xuetu and the others looked at each other with satisfaction in their eyes. Immediately, they laughed loudly and were ready to fly away.

"Wait a moment!"

And at this moment, Jin Ran's voice suddenly sounded.

"What? Does Mr. Jin Ran have any objections?"

Mo Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light flickered in his eyes.

Jin Ran at this time has no deterrent effect on them at all. If the latter tries to snatch back the token, they don't mind having an extra wisp of dead soul in their hands.

"Hehe, are you planning to leave like this? Your hearts are really big."

Facing those contemptuous gazes, Jin Ran suppressed the anger in his heart, and said, "How many of you know about the Thunder Monster Clan's recapture of the secret realm?"

"Um?"

Hearing Jin Ran's words, the four of them narrowed their eyes slightly.

In the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, there are quite a few things that have snatched this special area from the top races, and there are very few things that can be snatched back.

However, there was a bloody massacre in the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield back then. Under that massacre, even the saint-level powerhouses had dozens of fallen!

That massacre was launched by the Lei Yao clan in order to regain the special area where the battle spirit was born!

It is rumored that the reason for the massacre was that a proud son of the Thunder Demon Clan was humiliated. In the end, the most powerful member of the Thunder Demon Clan joined forces with several other Supreme Beings to forcibly tear apart the space, throwing away dozens of Hundreds of powerful saint-level powerhouses entered the battlefield of ten thousand races.

These saint-level powerhouses each possess unique skills and have many cards. Wherever they passed, the saint-level powerhouses in the Ten Thousand Clans Battlefield retreated steadily, and finally had to return that area to the Thunder Monster Clan.

"It seems that Mr. Jin Ran kindly reminded us to kill the grass and roots?"

Mo Qi sneered, and a cold light flickered in his eyes.