() Time passes, and everything in Jianzong is as usual.
Soon, the sun was setting in the west, it was almost dusk, and the members of the Sword Sect had just had their dinner.
To the north of Jian Zong, in the far distance in Yaokong, a ray of light flashed and came quickly towards Jian Zong.
Because it is very far away, the light is very dim and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Brother...! Hug!" Little Tingting was very attached. Just after dinner, she opened her hands and ran towards Xuanyao.
Xuanyao stretched out his hands, hugged Xiao Tingting's waist, and lifted her up.
"Hehehehe...!" suddenly rose rapidly, making Xiao Tingting burst into laughter.
Um------?
Xuanyao had just lifted Xiao Tingting up, and his body seemed to be frozen, and his eyes suddenly brightened as he looked towards the north.
A king came from the north, but he didn't send out any breath.
However, Xuanyao has cultivated the Imperial Eyes, and his eyesight is much sharper than that of other kings. Even though he is thousands of miles away, he can detect the faint light of the king's teleportation.
The faint light flickered, gradually brightened, and quickly teleported towards Jian Zong.
"What's wrong, Yao'er?" Xuan Hong walked over quickly and looked towards Yaokong in the north. He didn't see anything.
Xuanyao handed the smiling little Tingting to his father and said, "Someone teleported here, but unlike Master Mo and Xiao Shao, they would not approach so quietly.
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Xuan Hong said: "Could he be the king from Yaozhou?"
Xuanyao said: "If it's the king from Yaozhou, how come Master Mo couldn't find it? If he found it, why didn't he notify him? There's something fishy about it. Dad, I'll go take a look."
"Hmm——!" Xuan Hong nodded. At this time, the teleporting king was already three thousand miles away from the Sword Sect. Xuan Hong also saw the faint light of the teleporting jump.
"I'll go with you!" Long Ziyan said.
Long Ziyan is the peak king of Dacheng, and has the bloodline of the top purple-blooded dragon, so she is extremely powerful.
Xuanyao nodded, jumped into the air with Long Ziyan, and then disappeared in a flash, teleporting away to the north.
Xuanyao and Long Ziyan's trip attracted the attention of all the kings of the Sword Sect. They all looked to the north and saw the teleporting light.
The light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a shadow.
When they got closer, everyone's eyes showed a look of fright. In the hands of the shadow, there were two weapons, one on the left and one on the right.
About a thousand miles away from Jian Zong, Xuanyao and Long Ziyan stopped and looked at the visitor from a distance.
This is a young man who looks to be about 20 years old. He is wearing brocade clothes. He has one in each hand. It is Mo Qianji and Xiang Yaoxiao.
Xuan Yao frowned, Mo Qianji and Xiang Yaoxiao were both kings, but they couldn't escape from this attack. It was really strange. It was obviously very scary.
However, the land of Shenzhou is restricted by Yaozhou. The ultimate king of Dacheng is the limit of warriors. Strong people higher than this level cannot come from Yaozhou. As long as they are not strong people with higher cultivation level than themselves, no matter how terrifying their strength is, Xuanyao will not be able to do anything.
Not afraid.
In the same realm, Xuanyao has never encountered a real opponent.
"Where does the coming person come in——?" Xuanyao released his cultivation and shouted loudly. The sound waves vibrated and were pushed forward like ocean waves.
The young man carrying Mo Qianji and Xiang Yaoxiao stopped a hundred miles in front of Xuanyao. The sound wave had weakened by now. He blew a breath, and all the air waves in front of him turned into calm, and said: "Son of God
Sikong Xiang, you are Xuanyao!"
Sikong Xiang's voice was very calm, but it was like a muffled thunder. Even though they were hundreds of miles apart, both Xuanyao and Long Ziyan heard it clearly.
Judging from the content of these words, it seemed that he was asking a question, but in fact, Sikong Xiang's tone was resolute, and he had already identified him as Xuanyao.
Sikong Xiang came from Yaozhou and learned of Xuanyao's whereabouts, so he came to China specifically to look for Xuanyao.
The barrier may have a blocking effect on warriors in the mortal world, but for the son of God who comes from the God Realm, who doesn't have one and a half artifacts with him? Although the God Emperor and the Hades Emperor are powerful, they can only survive for ten thousand years.
The fighting rules still cannot stop the Son of God.
Son of God Sikong Xiang!
When Xuanyao heard the word 'Son of God', a surge of anger arose in his heart.
"Did you kill them?" Xuanyao gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, each word revealing a deep-seated killing intent.
Prime Minister Sikong threw Mo Qianji and Xiang Yaoxiao towards Xuanyao and said: "How can I, the Son of God, get my hands dirty when two mortals come in? Xuanyao, please present the Holy Cauldron of Chaos. I, the Son of God, will be richly rewarded."
Xuanyao grabbed Mo Qianji and Xiang Yaoxiao in his hands and gave them to Long Ziyan for inspection. Sure enough, they were not dead, but they were seriously injured and fell into a coma.
Xuanyao immediately took out the holy healing elixir and gave it two doses.
This is the healing holy medicine he obtained in the Alchemy Emperor Medicine Garden. It was refined with the Holy Cauldron of Chaos. Even in Central Continent, it is very precious, rare to find, and has a very good therapeutic effect.
Mo Qianji and Xiang Yaoxiao took it, and their injuries quickly improved and they woke up.
"Be careful! There is a big enemy coming!" Mo Qianji shouted loudly as soon as he woke up and saw Xuanyao and Long Ziyan.
Xuanyao nodded and said, "We understand."
In the distance, Sikong Xiang's voice came, "Present the Holy Cauldron of Chaos to this Son of God, didn't you hear what I said?"
"It's him, he can imprison the void——!" Mo Qianji said in shock.
"He can also track teleportation!" Xiang Yaoxiao's tone also revealed surprise.
Confining the void, tracking teleportation, no matter which one, sounds like a night talk, unreasonable.
Even Xuanyao, with the Holy Cauldron of Chaos, could only confine the void and track teleportation, which he had never even heard of.
Xuanyao made a gesture and asked Long Ziyan to lead Mo Qianji to retreat towards Yaoxiao. He took a few steps forward and said, "Who do you want to be in Sikong Ding?"
Long Ziyan understood and immediately retreated towards Jian Zong with Mo Qianji and Xiang Yaoxiao.
Sikong Xiang's voice began to reveal a hint of coldness, saying: "Fan Ru, you can't understand what I am saying? Please present the Holy Cauldron of Chaos. I will be rewarded heavily. If not, Fan Ru, even if you are
Ant, I, the Son of God, don’t even bother to take your humble life, so I will crush you to death.”
"Sikong Xiang, in the divine world, you are the Son of God. In the mortal world, you are no different from me. If I am humble, why are you noble? If you want the Chaos Holy Cauldron, then it depends on whether you are qualified." Xuanyao Leng.
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Sikong Xiang's anger burned, and his aura began to be exposed. Xuan Yao saw it, and the aura he revealed was only as good as that of the Dacheng Ultimate King.
In the same realm, Xuanyao is not afraid of anyone entering, and the Son of God is no exception.
The belief of invincibility is unshakable in Xuanyao's heart, no matter who the opponent is, whether it is the Son of God or the Son of Ming.
"Humph...! Why should I be nobler than you? Although I was sent to the mortal world as soon as I was born, I was born in the divine realm. I was destined to become a god in the future. Moreover, my father is a main god, and you are just a mere god.
Every mortal, even the ancestors of our ancestors, are all humble mortals. In the eyes of this Son of God, they are no different from ants."
Sikong Xiang's expression was calm, his head slightly raised, and there was a kind of contempt in his eyes. It was an innate noble demeanor. Looking at all living beings in the mortal world was like looking at a group of ants, "Xuan Yao, I have heard that you
His deeds are outstanding among ordinary people.
But an ant is an ant. He is just a strong ant in a group of ants!
For this Son of God, what does this mean? Although the land of China is restricted by the Earth, the highest state of a warrior can only be the Dacheng Ultimate King, and the cultivation of this Son of God can only be displayed at the realm of the Dacheng Ultimate King, but trampling to death a person
It's easy for an ant to do it."
While speaking, Sikong Xiang always maintained a condescending demeanor.
This is not a deliberate act, but an innate mentality. He was born in the God Realm, and anyone who enters the mortal world is just an ant in his eyes.
Xuanyao said coldly: "Noble Son of God, then you will die at the hands of this ant like me!"
"Hahahaha...!" Sikong Xiang suddenly laughed wildly, Yang Yao said: "Everyone in the God Realm, have you seen it? Hahaha...! An ant, he said he wanted to kill the gods!"
After laughing, Sikong Xiang's eyes suddenly locked on Xuanyao, with murderous intent, "God is located at the top of the sky, high above. Ants can only touch and worship. As an ant, if you say such a thing, you are being treasonous. This is
If you want to rebel against Yao, you are trying to rebel against the kings of gods in the sky."
"You think you are a noble god and I am a humble ant. It's up to you. You walk on your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge. We don't conflict with each other. But don't show off in front of me.
Pretending to be noble, in my eyes, there is only the difference between living and dying. If you want to bully me, I will turn you into a dead person! Understand?" Xuanyao raised her chin.
Sikong Xiang sneered and said: "You also know the difference between living and dying. As an ant, if you want to live, you should have the consciousness of an ant. Otherwise, the noble Son of God will not mind getting his hands dirty and crushing a humble one to death."
Ants, sacred objects like the Holy Cauldron are not something that ants can get their hands on. It is your talisman. If you enter, if you want to live, you must obediently offer the Holy Cauldron of Chaos. If you dare to defy the gods, you will die without a burial place.
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"The Holy Cauldron of Chaos is mine. If God wants to take it away, I will go against it, so what!" Xuanyao stood tall and walked forward in the air as he spoke.
Suddenly there was an imperial sword in his hand. He pointed the sword at the sky and said: "I swear with this sword that I will kill anyone who dares to take my holy cauldron. I will defy the sky and kill the gods, even if I do not hesitate!"
"That's enough...! Ant, you're looking for death!" Sikong Xiang shouted, his figure flashed, and he teleported forward dozens of miles.
The next moment, Sikong Xiang's figure appeared six kilometers away in front of Xuanyao.
His body was affected by the Void Confined by the Holy Cauldron of Chaos and could not teleport. If it were Xuanyao's defensive force field, it would be able to block teleporters at most three thousand meters away.
"The yin and yang split the sky...!"
Sikong Xiang pressed down with his palm, and a huge phantom palm print appeared in the sky, more than a thousand meters long, and covered Xuanyao.