Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Child has intensified in the entire Sun Luo Continent.

Everyone is looking forward to this battle.

A few days later, the Fallen Godzi finally let go, and wanted to start a decisive battle with Jun Xiaoyao in Montenegro.

Like the Dead Sea, Montenegro is a dangerous place in the Sun Luo Continent, filled with various monsters and ancient relics.

Rumor has it that there is an ancient battle platform stained with blood in the depths of Montenegro.

Anyone who steps into it and starts a decisive battle will not be disturbed by the outside world.

Even a saint can't interfere with the battle.

As long as the two warring parties enter, unless one party is completely defeated or died, the ancient battle platform will not let them out.

It can be said that the fallen **** child chose such a place, originally with the determination to fight with all his strength.

Although Jun Xiaoyao is strong, he is not weak.

If you start to be timid before you fight, then you'll fart.

This move of the Fallen God is to cut off his own future.

Only by fighting back can we squeeze out the greatest potential.

If the Fallen Son of God wins this battle, the benefits he will get are endless.

"This fallen **** child is also a bit courageous."

Upon hearing the news, Jun Xiaoyao's face was pale.

He knew that this move of the Fallen God had extinguished the jealousy and timidity in his heart, and completely cut off his future.

Either the extreme sublimation, or the sad fall.

"My son, the fallen goddess wants to disadvantage you, or let me go." Yi Yu said from the side.

Everyone with a discerning eye knows that in this battle, the Fallen God Child wanted to step on Jun Xiaoyao to the top.

No one knows what methods he will use.

Yi Yu is loyal to Jun Xiaoyao and is willing to take risks for Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head indifferently and said: "The goal of the fallen **** child is me, and he will only fight with me."

Although Yi Yu's strength is comparable to the heirs of the immortal forces, it is enough to compete with the young tianjiao supreme of the fairyland.

But the fallen **** child obviously would not surrender himself and fight with Jun Xiaoyao's entourage.

"Spread the news, this **** son will go to the appointment." Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

He came all the way, and there were many battles, big and small.

If this fallen **** child can really bring him a little surprise, it would be a blessing.

After all, it was too invincible and very boring.

The news of Jun Xiaoyao's appointment was like igniting a fuse, causing the entire Senluo Continent to completely explode.

The monks from all forces rushed to Montenegro.

There are also many Tianjiao from the Immortal Territory, who are also leaving, and can't wait to witness this battle between the young supreme of Immortal Territory.

For a time, the originally sparsely human and extremely desolate Montenegro became extremely lively.

Ancient flying beasts flashed across the sky, flying boats swept across the sky, and fierce beasts on the ground pulled chariots. They were arrogances and great figures of various forces.

However, in just a few days, the whole area of ​​Montenegro was densely packed with people.

Even those monster beasts and Primordial Relics had to retreat to the deepest part of Black Mountain.

After several days of waiting.

In the distance, black clouds swept across the sky.

The nine-headed forest white skeletal war horse, pulling a chariot across the sky.

On the side, two men in black robes flashed through the void and followed.

"Here, the fallen **** child is coming!" The Quartet caused an uproar.

This young supreme from the lower realm of Immortal Territory was extremely strong from the moment he appeared.

Order the three major forces to destroy the Demon Hall of War, and the magic power is overwhelming.

"You haven't come yet, do you want me to wait for him?" In the chariot, the fallen god's indifferent words appeared, and he seemed a little impatient.

Several hours passed.

The golden light flashed in the sky, and nine lions took the golden car and stepped into the sky.

Followed by Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Dongxuan Patriarch and others.

And Yan Qingying, the Lord of the War Demon Hall, and a group of monks from the War Demon Hall all followed.

The source of the tragedy of the War Demon Temple is the command of the Fallen God Child.

So they have to witness the end of the fallen son.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and others arrive, the fallen **** child stepped out of the chariot.

He was surrounded by black mist and his face was blurred.

A long gray hair is very long, hanging straight to the feet, and a pair of black and white wings grow behind it, which surrounds both yin and yang.

His eyes seemed to reflect the scene of the dead mountain and blood sea, very terrifying.

As soon as the fallen **** child appeared on the stage, he exuded a dark and solemn cold air, which was simply suffocating.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are finally here, today, are you ready to pay the price for your actions?" Fallen Shenzi said coldly.

Jun Xiaoyao also got out of the car.

He and the fallen **** child have two extreme temperaments.

The fallen **** child is like the death **** of hell, exuding coldness and killing.

And Jun Xiaoyao is peerless in white, shrouded in celestial glory, like a banished fairy.

Many female monks from the Sun Luo Continent were instantly captured by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and temperament.

"The only price this **** child has to pay is probably wasting a little time." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.

These words made the face of the **** fall even more solemn.

But the cultivators in the War Demon Hall looked at the fallen **** child with extreme hatred.

If there is no Fallen God Child, War Demon Temple will not suffer this catastrophe.

Yan Qingying's eyes were even more murderous.

The fallen **** child also noticed Yan Qingying, after all, her aura was too special, different from others.

"Sure enough, it's her?" the fallen **** child thought to himself.

He had guessed before that the true successor of God Swallowing Devil Art might not be Yan Fei.

Now, he can be sure that this Yan Fei's sister is the real successor of the Devil Swallowing Technique.

"When you have defeated Jun Xiaoyao, you still can't escape from my palm." The fallen **** child has a cold tone, filled with chills.

"A dead person, why is there so much nonsense?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.

The villain died of talking too much, really true.

"Humph……"

The Fallen Godzi said nothing, and went straight to the depths of Montenegro.

The same goes for Jun Xiaoyao.

But for a long time, they came to the depths of the Black Mountain, and many other monks who watched the excitement also followed.

But in the depths of Montenegro, there is a dusty ancient arena.

The entire arena was stained with blood stains, as if it was the supreme figure of the past, leaving blood on it.

This ancient battle platform is filled with ancient vicissitudes of life, and the void around it is interwoven with Dao patterns.

If someone stepped into it, it would definitely end with a life-and-death.

Jun Xiaoyao is very casual, without any hesitation, and directly stepped on ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In the eyes of the fallen god, a scene of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged.

His heart is not as casual as Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, he had also heard of various legendary deeds of Jun Xiaoyao in Xianyu.

It's impossible to say that you don't care at all.

"Why, timid?" Jun Xiaoyao's mouth raised a faint smile.

"You think too much, who can make me timid?"

The fallen **** child no longer hesitated and stepped onto the ancient battle platform.

He didn't know that this step might be the distance between life and death.

One step, Huangquan!

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