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

The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Son of a God has intensified throughout the Senluo Continent.

Everyone is looking forward to this battle.

A few days later, the Fallen God finally released his words and wanted to start a decisive battle with Jun Xiaoyao in Montenegro.

Like the Dead Sea, Montenegro is a dangerous place in the Senluo Continent, full of all kinds of monsters and ancient relics.

It is rumored that in the depths of Montenegro, there is a blood-stained ancient battle platform.

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

Even a saint cannot interfere with the battle.

As long as the warring parties go in, unless one party is completely defeated or dies, the ancient battle platform will not let them out.

It could be said that the Fallen Angel chose such a location because he was determined to give it his all.

Although Jun Xiaoyao is strong, he is not weak either.

If you start to be timid before you even have a fight, that's a shit.

The Fallen Son of God did this to cut off his own way back.

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

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

"This Fallen Son of a God has some courage."

Jun Xiaoyao, who heard the news, had a light expression on his face.

He knew that the Fallen Angel's move had quenched the fear and timidity in his heart, and completely cut off the way back.

It is not the sublimation of the extreme realm, or it is dejected.

"Young Master, this Fallen Angel is trying to be detrimental to you, why don't you let me go." Yi Yu said aside.

Anyone with discernment knows that in this battle, the Son of the Fallen wants to step on Jun Xiaoyao to ascend to the throne.

No one knows what means he will use.

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

Jun Xiaoyao lightly shook his head and said, "The Fallen God Son's target is me, and he will only fight with me."

Although Yi Yu's strength is comparable to the successor of the immortal power, he is enough to compete with the supreme arrogance of the younger generation of the immortal realm.

But the Fallen Angel obviously wouldn't surrender himself to fight with Jun Xiaoyao's followers.

"Send the news out, and the Son of God will come to the appointment." Jun Xiaoyao said indifferently.

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

If this Fallen Angel could really bring him a little surprise, that would be a blessing.

After all, it's too invincible and boring.

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

The monks of all parties rushed to Montenegro.

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

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

There are flying ancient beasts flashing across the sky, floating boats swiping, and fierce beasts pulling chariots on the ground.

But in just a few days, the entire Montenegro was densely packed with people.

Even those monsters and ancient relics had to retreat to the deepest part of Montenegro.

After several days of waiting.

In the distance in the sky, a black cloud suddenly swept over.

The nine-headed forest white skeleton warhorse pulled a chariot across the sky.

There were two men in black robes swept through the void and followed.

"Here, the Fallen Angel is here!" There was an uproar from all sides.

This young supreme from the lower realm of the immortal realm has been extremely powerful since he appeared on the stage.

Order the three major forces to destroy the Temple of War Demons, and the magic power is monstrous.

"Have you not come yet, do you want me to wait for him?" In the chariot, the indifferent words of the Fallen Angel came out, appearing a little impatient.

Several hours passed.

Only in the distant sky can the golden light flicker, and the nine lions pulled the golden chariot and stepped into the air.

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

There were also Yan Qingying, the master of the War Demon Hall, and a group of monks from the War Demon Hall.

The source of the tragedy of the Temple of War Demons was the order of the Fallen Son.

Therefore, they had to witness the fate of the Son of the Fallen with their own eyes.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and others coming, the Fallen Angel stepped out of the chariot.

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

His long gray-white hair was very long, hanging down to his feet, with a pair of black-and-white wings behind him, enveloping the yin and yang.

His eyes seemed to reflect the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which was very terrifying.

As soon as the Son of the Fallen appeared, he exuded a dark and chilling icy aura that was simply suffocating.

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

Jun Xiaoyao also got out of the chariot.

He and the Fallen Angel had temperaments like two extremes.

The Fallen Angel was like the god of death in hell, exuding a cold and murderous aura.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, the white clothes are peerless, and the immortal brilliance is shrouded in it, like a banished immortal.

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

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

These words made the Fallen Son's face even more calm.

And the monks in the Temple of War Demons looked at the Fallen Angel with extreme hatred.

If there were no Fallen Angels, the Temple of War Demons would not have suffered this catastrophe.

Yan Qingying's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The Fallen Angel also noticed Yan Qingying. After all, her aura was too special and different from others.

"Is it really her?" The Fallen Angel thought to himself.

He had guessed before that the real successor of the God-devouring Demon Art might not be Yan Fei.

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

"After defeating Jun Xiaoyao, you will still not be able to escape from my palm." The Fallen Angel's tone was cold and filled with chills.

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

It's true that the villain died of too many words.

"Humph……"

The Fallen Angel didn't say anything else and went directly to the depths of Montenegro.

Jun Xiaoyao is the same.

But after a long time, they came to the depths of Montenegro, and many other monks who were watching the fun also followed.

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

The whole arena was stained with bloodstains, as if it was the supreme hero of the past, leaving blood on it.

This ancient battle platform is filled with the ancient vicissitudes of life, and the surrounding void is intertwined with Dao patterns.

If someone steps into it, it will definitely be a matter of life and death before it can end.

Jun Xiaoyao was very casual, without any hesitation, he stepped on it directly.

In the eyes of the Fallen Angel, a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emerged.

In his heart, he was not as casual as Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, Jun Xiaoyao's various legendary deeds in Xianyu, he has also heard.

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

"Why, are you timid?" Jun Xiaoyao's mouth curled into a faint smile.

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

The Fallen Angel no longer hesitated and set foot on the ancient battle platform.

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

One step, Huang Quan!