"Hao, promise my sister, don't act recklessly in the future, do you know, who is the backer behind the abandonment of the green shirt?"

As if he remembered something, a rare trace of jealousy flashed in Jun Moyou's eyes.

"Who is it?"

Regarding Jun Moyou's words, Jun Hao was also curious.

"Langya Holy Land Holy Son, Wang Ce!" (name provided by the book friend, hehe!)

Jun Moyou said word by word, as if he was a little jealous of this person.

Son!

The backer behind the abandoned green shirt is actually the Holy Son of Langya!

For more than 100,000 years, the Langya Holy Land has produced countless generations of holy sons, and each generation of the Holy Land is a demon-level existence.

And these, Jun Hao also happened to hear some descriptions of the Holy Son.

According to reports, this generation of holy sons is more demonic and more outstanding than the previous holy sons.

Moreover, Wang Ce is still the only holy son in the Langya Holy Land today!

It is also the first choice for the position of the Holy Lord of Langya in the future!

"It turns out that he is the person behind the abandoned green shirt, no wonder he acts so arrogantly!"

Hearing this, Jun Hao nodded with some sudden realization.

At the same time, he also had some feelings in his heart that the big man behind Long Ziyue was also very likely to be this Holy Son!

As the only Holy Son of the Langya Holy Land today, this is a terrifying existence.

However, Junhao has nothing to worry about, things have happened, and too much worry has no effect.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth!

Nowadays, the most important thing is to try to improve your strength.

As long as his strength goes up, no matter who he faces, he can crush all the way and push all the way, without bothering his brains at all!

Thinking of this, Jun Hao mentioned it to Jun Moyou, and then picked a side room and began to retreat and cultivate.

But Jun Moyou looked at Jun Hao's departing back, sighed slightly, but soon looked firm: "Hao, I will never let you have an accident!"

At the same time, on Jun Moyou's snow-white forehead, a silver lotus mark suddenly appeared, the mark became brighter and brighter, and the surrounding space became colder and colder.

But soon the lotus mark disappeared again, and the surrounding void returned to normal.

............

Qingxuan Divine Peak, Zheng of Qingxuan Palace

After abandoning the green shirt and returning to his divine peak, after thinking for a moment, he took out a jade talisman from the ring.

As soon as his mind moved, a stream of true yuan poured into the jade talisman as Zheng

Then, a burst of purple light began to emanate from the jade talisman.

At the same time, an extremely terrifying coercion instantly swept through the entire Qingxuan Hall.

"What are you looking for me?"

As the terrifying coercion descended, an extremely majestic voice sounded in the Qingxuan Hall.

"Abandon the green shirt to welcome the arrival of the Holy Son!"

Hearing this coercive voice, Qi Qingshan hurriedly bowed down and said.

At this moment, this true disciple of the Langya Holy Land looked extremely humble.

"Qi Qi Holy Son, Long Ziyue is dead!"

The news of Long Ziyue's death slowly came out of the abandoned green shirt.

"What? Who killed her!"

Hearing what Qi Qingyi said, the majestic voice suddenly gave birth to a little anger.

Then, thousands of purple rays of light suddenly converged in the Qingxuan Hall, turning into a round of purple sun.

At the same time, an extremely terrifying aura spread in the Qingxuan Hall, and under this aura, even the abandoned green shirt who was about to break through to the sixth level of the Yuan Dan Realm turned pale.

"Holy Son, is this the ......"

Feeling the terrifying aura that oppressed on his body, a cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his forehead, and then his body bent lower, and slowly went through the matter between Jun Hao and Long Ziyue, including his March appointment with Jun Hao.

"What a waste, it was defeated at the hands of an outer disciple!"

The majestic and indifferent voice sounded again.

As soon as the words fell, a purple figure slowly walked out in the huge purple day.

Purple figure, dressed in purple, with purple hair.

The face is extremely handsome, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, every move carries infinite coercion, like a peerless emperor-like existence, extremely majestic.

He just stood there, but he gave the impression that all things were going to surrender to him.

The strength he showed was beyond words.

This figure is the Holy Son of Langya Holy Land, known as the Holy Son of Ziyang!

"Long Ziyue is dead when he dies, as for your Jun Hao, kill it!"

Looking at the abandoned green shirt, the Ziyang Holy Son said lightly.

Looking closely, the body of the Purple Sun Holy Son was a little blurry, as if this figure was not a real body, just a phantom.

"Jun Moyou, you have to pay good attention to me, if this matter is messed up again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" Looking at the abandoned green shirt, the Ziyang Holy Son said lightly.

"Yes, Holy Son!"

Hearing this, Qi Qingyi immediately responded, but there was a look of doubt in his eyes, and said: "Holy Son, what is the identity of that Jun Moyou, it is worth your great effort to win her over!"

This is a question in his heart for a long time, Jun Moyou is only a mere Yuan Dan realm fourfold, even he is not as good.

Although her endowment is superb, in the eyes of the Ziyang Holy Son, it should be inconspicuous! He didn't understand why the Ziyang Holy Son would order him to pay attention to Jun Moyou again and again.

But when the question of the abandonment of the green shirt was raised, a terrifying coercion suddenly came.

This coercion was like an ancient sacred mountain, directly suppressed on the abandoned green shirt, making him tremble all over, and his face was even pale.

The vast aura continued to spread, bursting like stars, and the sun and moon changed.

"Holy Son, spare your life!"

Ying Shengsheng endured this breath, and he only felt that the bones in his whole body were about to be crushed, and the true yuan in his body was completely suppressed, and he couldn't use it in the slightest.

Even, he felt like his soul was about to be shattered.

In the eyes of the disciples of the Langya Holy Land, the extremely powerful True Inheritance disciple abandoned his green shirt, and at this moment, he was like a dead dog, lying on the ground and trembling.

"Next time, I won't show mercy!"

Just when the abandoned green shirt was about to hold on, the Ziyang Holy Son spoke again.

At the same time, the coercion on the discarded green shirt disappeared in an instant.

Behind the Purple Sun Holy Son, the purple sun slowly turned, and thousands of purple rays burst out from inside.

Such a terrifying power is simply appalling.

The Son of Ziyang is worthy of being a real peerless pride.

"Damn it!"

After feeling the coercion on his body lifted, he immediately knelt on the ground and said in panic.

In the face of such an existence as the Ziyang Holy Son, the pride of abandoning the green shirt in the past did not dare to reflect it at all.

Although the figure in front of him was only an incarnation, it was only an incarnation, and there were several people in the Holy Land who could face it head-on.

Although the coercion had disappeared at this moment, he recalled the feeling just now, and his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he felt that he had walked on Huangquan Road.

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