The matter of Jun Yaoyao and the Fallen God Son intensified in the entire Senluo Continent.

Everyone, is looking forward to this big battle.

A few days later, the Fallen God Son finally let go and wanted to have a decisive battle with Jun in Montenegro.

Black Mountain, like the Dead Sea, is a dangerous place in the Senluo Continent, full of various demon beasts and primeval relics.

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

As long as anyone steps into it and starts a decisive battle, they will not be disturbed by the outside world.

Even a saint can't interfere with the battle situation.

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

It can be said that the Fallen God Son chose such a location because he was determined to fight with all his might.

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

If you start to be timid before you fight, then it's a fart.

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

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

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

"This fallen son of God is also a little bold. ”

Jun Xiaoyao, who learned the news, had a pale face.

He knew that the move of the Fallen God Son was to extinguish the fear and timidity in his heart and completely cut off the way back.

Either the extreme realm is sublimated, or it is gloomy.

"Childe, this fallen god son wants to be unfavorable to you, or let me go. Yi Yu said on the side.

Clear-eyed people know that the battle of the fallen god son is to step on the throne.

No one knows what he will do.

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

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

Although Yi Yu's strength is also comparable to the heirs of the immortal forces, it is enough to compete with these Tianjiao Supremes of the younger generation of the Immortal Realm.

But the Fallen God Son obviously will not surrender his identity and fight with Jun's retinue.

"Spread the news that this son will go to the appointment. Jun said lightly.

He came all the way, and I don't know how many battles big and small.

If this fallen god son can really bring him a little surprise, it will be a blessing.

After all, it's so invincible and it's also boring.

The news of Jun Yaoyao's appointment was like lighting a fuse, which made the entire Senluo Continent completely explode.

The monks of all forces rushed to Montenegro.

There are also many Tianjiao of the Immortal Realm, who are also leaving, and they can't wait to witness this battle between the young supremes of the Immortal Realm.

For a time, the originally inhabited and desolate Black Mountain became extremely lively.

There are flying ancient beasts flashing in the sky, floating flying boats skimming, and fierce beasts pulling chariots on the ground, all of which are the Tianjiao and big men of all forces.

However, in just a few days, the entire Black Mountain was densely packed with people.

Even those demon beasts and primeval relics had no choice but to retreat to the deepest part of Black Mountain.

After days of waiting.

In the distance, black clouds suddenly swept in.

The nine-headed white skeletal war horse pulled a chariot and crossed the air.

There were also two black-robed men on the side who swept through the void and followed.

"Here, the fallen god is here!"

This young supreme from the lower realm of the immortal realm, from the moment he appeared, he was extremely strong.

Command the three major forces to destroy the Demon Palace, and the demon power is monstrous.

"Haven't you come yet, do you want me to wait for him?" In the chariot, the indifferent words of the fallen god son came out, looking a little impatient.

Several hours passed.

In the distance, there are golden rays flashing, and nine lions pull the golden chariot and step into the air.

On the side, Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Dongxuan Lao Zu and others followed.

There was also Yan Qingying, the hall master of the War Demon Palace, and a group of monks from the War Demon Palace, all of whom followed.

The source of the tragedy of the War Demon Temple is the order of the Fallen God Son.

So they were to see with their own eyes the end of the fallen Son of God.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and the others coming, the fallen god son stepped out of the chariot.

His face was blurred by a black mist.

His long gray-white hair hung down to his feet, and he had a pair of black and white wings on his back, surrounded by yin and yang.

His eyes, as if reflecting the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, were very terrifying.

As soon as the Fallen God Son appeared, he exuded a cold aura of darkness and slaughter, which was simply suffocating.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are finally here, today, are you ready to pay the price for your actions?" said the Fallen God Son in a cold tone.

Jun Xiaoyao also walked out of the chariot.

He and the Fallen God Son have two extremes in temperament.

Like the Grim Reaper of hell, the Fallen God Son exudes a cold and murderous aura.

And Jun is free, the white clothes are peerless, and the fairy light is shrouded, like an immortal.

Many of the female monks of the Senluo Continent present were instantly captured by Jun Yao's appearance and temperament.

"The only price that this god has to pay may be a little wasted time. Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

These words made the face of the fallen Son of God even more calm.

And the monks of the War Demon Palace, looking at the fallen gods, were all filled with extreme hatred.

If it weren't for the Fallen God Son, the War Demon Temple would not have suffered this catastrophe.

Yan Qingying's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The Fallen God Son also noticed Yan Qingying, after all, her aura was too special, different from others.

"Is it really her?" thought to himself.

He had guessed before that the real descendant of the God-Devouring Demon Skill might not be Yan Fei.

Now, he can be sure that this Yan Fei's sister is the real descendant of the God-Devouring Demon Skill.

"When you defeat Jun Xiaoyao, you still can't escape from my palm. The Fallen God's tone was cold, and there was a chill.

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

The villain died from talking too much, and it was true.

"Humph......"

The Fallen God Son didn't say anything more, and went directly to the depths of Black Mountain.

The same goes for Jun Xiaoyao.

However, after a while, they came to the depths of Black Mountain, and many other monks who were watching the excitement also followed.

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

The entire ring was stained with blood, as if it was the supreme master of the past, leaving blood on it.

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

If someone steps into it, it will definitely have to be separated from life and death before it can end.

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

In the eyes of the fallen gods, a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood emerged.

His heart is not as casual as Jun Yao.

After all, he had also heard of all kinds of legendary deeds in the Immortal Realm.

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

"What, cowardly?" a faint smile curled up at the corner of Jun Xiaoyao's mouth.

"You think too much, who can make me fall into the cowardice?"

The Fallen God Son 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, Yellow Spring!

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