iang Shengyi was already quite tall, but in front of Jun Xiaoyao, she was still half a head shorter than him."Sister Sainty, you..." Jun Xiaoyao was stunned.He is not a saint or an ascetic, nor a nonc...The affair of Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Godchild has escalated throughout the entire Senluo Continent.
Everyone is looking forward to this battle.
After several days, the Fallen God finally made a statement, declaring that he would battle Jun Xiaoyao in a decisive fight at Black Mountain.
Just like Black Mountain, the Dead Sea is a dangerous place in the Continent of Shenluo, filled with all kinds of monsters and ancient creatures.
It is rumored that deep within the Black Mountains, there stands a blood-stained ancient battle platform.
Anyone who steps inside and engages in battle will be shielded from outside interference.
Even a saint could not interfere with the course of battle.
Unless one side is completely defeated or dead, the ancient battle platform will not let them out once they enter.
It can be said that the Fallen God's child chose such a location, with the determination to go all out.
Though Jun Xiaoyao is powerful, he is not weak either.
If you start to be afraid before the battle even begins, what's the point of fighting at all.
The fallen princess did this to cut off her own escape route.
A last stand can unleash the greatest potential.
If the Fallen Son wins this battle, his gains will be endless.
This fallen deity, she actually has some guts.
Upon hearing this news, Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged.
He knew that the Fallen Son's actions were to extinguish the fear and apprehension in his heart, completely severing all retreat.
It is either transcendence or utter ruin.
"Young master, this Fallen God Child seems to have ill intentions towards you. Allow me to go," Yi Yu said from the side.
It's obvious to everyone that the battle with the Demigod Daughter is a scheme by her to usurp Jun Xiaoyao's position.
No one knows what means he will resort to.
Yi Yu is absolutely loyal to Jun Xiaoyao and willingly goes on adventures for him.
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head lightly and said, "The Fallen Son's target is me. He will only fight me."
Although Yi Yu's strength is comparable to that of an immortal force heir, he can rival the peerless geniuses of the younger generation in the Immortal Domain.
But the Fallen Divine Child obviously wouldn't lower himself to fight with Jun Xiaoyao's attendants.
"Spread the word, this deity will honor the appointment," Jun Xiaoyao said nonchalantly.
He had fought countless battles, big and small, along his journey.
If this fallen godchild could truly bring him some surprise, then it would be a fortunate thing.
After all, being too invincible is also rather boring.
The news of Jun Xiaoyao's appointment, like igniting a fuse, caused the entire Senluo Continent to erupt completely.
All factions of cultivators hurried toward Mount Hei.
Many talented young cultivators from the Immortal Domains have also set off, eager to witness this battle between the supreme young masters of the Immortal Domains.
For a time, the desolate and remote Black Mountain, once uninhabited, became incredibly lively.
In the sky, ancient beasts soared past, and flying airships glided through the air. On the ground, ferocious beasts pulled chariots, all carrying the proud young masters and important figures of various powers.
In just a few days, the entire Black Mountain was densely packed with people.
Even those demonic beasts and ancient remnants were forced to retreat to the deepest part of Heishan.
After days of waiting.
In the distance, a black cloud formation suddenly swept across the sky.
Nine-headed, ivory-white skeleton steeds pull a chariot through the air.
Two figures in black robes flashed through the void, following close behind.
"Here comes the fallen god's child!" A wave of exclamations erupted from all sides.
This young supreme from the lower realms of the fairy world, from his very entrance, was incredibly domineering.
The three major forces were commanded to destroy the Demonic Devil Hall, where demonic might was overwhelming.
"He's not here yet Should I wait for him" A cold voice came from the palanquin, tinged with impatience.
It was several hours.
Only in the distance can one see golden light flickering, a nine-headed lion pulling a golden chariot, arriving from the sky.
Accompanying him were Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, and Dong Xuan the Ancestor.
And there was also Yan Qingying, the master of the Zhan Mo Temple, as well as a host of cultivators from the Zhan Mo Temple, who had all followed.
The tragedy of Zhanmo Hall stemmed from the orders given by the fallen son.
So they wanted to see the end of the fallen son with their own eyes.
Seeing that Jun Xiaoyao and others had arrived, the Son of Fallen God stepped out of his chariot.
He was surrounded by black mist, his features obscured.
A long, grayish-white mane flowed down to its feet. It had a pair of black and white wings on its back, swirling with the energies of yin and yang.
His eyes seemed to reflect the horrific scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The moment the fallen angel appeared, a wave of dark and oppressive coldness emanated from her, almost suffocating in its intensity.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you've finally arrived. Today, are you prepared to pay the price for your actions" The Fallen God Son said in a cold voice.
Jun Xiaoyao also stepped out of the palanquin.
He and the fallen child, their auras were like two extremes.
The fallen angel, like a grim reaper from hell, exuded a chilling aura of cold and carnage.
While you are carefree and unrestrained, clad in white that sets you apart from the world, enveloped in a celestial glow, like an exiled immortal.
Many female cultivators from the Immortal Realm were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and demeanor.
"The only price I have to pay for this, perhaps, is wasting a little time." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled lightly.
This remark made the Fallen God's expression even more solemn.
And the cultivators of Zhan Mo Hall looked at the Fallen Godchild with extreme hatred in their eyes.
If the Demigod hadn't existed, the War Demon Hall wouldn't have suffered this disaster.
Yan Qingying's eyes were even more filled with killing intent.
The Daughter of the Fallen God also noticed Yan Qingying, after all, her aura was too special, different from others.
"Sure enough, it's her" Dushengzi thought to herself.
He had suspected before that the true heir to the Swallowing God Demon Art might not be Yan Fei.
Now, he could be certain that this Yan Fei's sister was the true heir to the Devouring God Demon Art.
"Even after defeating Jun Xiaoyao, you'll still be unable to escape my grasp." The Fallen God's voice was chilling, radiating a frigid aura.
"A dead man, how can there be so much talk" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.
The villain dies from talking too much, as expected.
"Humph..."
The Fallen Angel said nothing more and went straight into the depths of Mount Black.
Jun Xiaoyao is also carefree.
But as time went on, they arrived at the depths of Heishan Mountain. Many other cultivators who came to watch the spectacle also followed.
But in the depths of the black mountain, there lay a sealed ancient arena.
The entire platform was stained with patches of blood, as if the peerless heroes of old had left their blood on it.
This ancient battle platform, steeped in the air of ages past, has swirling Dao patterns woven throughout the surrounding void.
If anyone steps into it, they will surely have a life-or-death struggle before it ends.
Jun Xiaoyao acted nonchalantly, without any hesitation, and stepped directly onto it.
In the eyes of the fallen god's child, scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared.
His heart, however, was not as carefree as Jun Xiaoyao's.
After all, he had heard of Jun Xiaoyao's various legendary exploits in the fairy realm.
To say that I don't care at all is impossible.
"Well, scared now" Jun Xiaoyao's lips curled into a faint smile.
"You're overthinking it. Who could possibly scare me, a fallen angel"
The Fallen Child hesitated no longer and stepped onto the ancient battlefield.
He didn't know that this step he took might be the distance between life and death.
One step, into the underworld!
Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!lth.It seems that Jun Xiaoyao perfectly matches An Ran's standards for choosing a man.What am I thinking aboutLi Xianyao cursed herself inwardly, wondering how she could be thinking about such frivolo...