Chapter 208 Decisive battle on the ancient battlefield of Montenegro, much attention
The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen God Son is getting more and more intense throughout the Senluo Continent.
Everyone is looking forward to this battle.
A few days later, the Fallen God Son finally announced that he and Jun Xiaoyao would have a decisive battle in Black Mountain.
Black Mountain, like the Dead Sea, is a dangerous place in Senluo Continent, full of all kinds of monsters and ancient relics.
It is rumored that there is an ancient battle platform stained with blood deep in the Black Mountains.
As long as anyone steps into it and starts a decisive battle, there will be no interference from the outside world.
Not even a saint can interfere with the battle.
As long as the warring parties enter, the ancient battle platform will not let them out unless one party is completely defeated or dead.
It can be said that the Fallen Angel Son chose such a location because he was determined to fight with all his strength.
Although Jun Xiaoyao is strong, he is not weak either.
If you start to get timid before you start fighting, then you're going to give me a slap in the face.
The Fallen Angel Son's move was to cut off his own escape route.
Only by fighting against the odds can you squeeze out your greatest potential.
If the Fallen Angel Son wins this battle, the benefits he will gain are endless.
"This fallen angel is quite courageous."
Jun Xiaoyao's face turned pale after hearing the news.
He knew that the Fallen God Son's move had eliminated the fear and timidity in his heart and completely cut off his escape route.
Either he will rise to the extreme, or he will fall sadly.
"Young Master, this Fallen Angel wants to harm you, why don't you let me go?" Yi Yu said from the side.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that in this battle, the Fallen God Son wants to step on Jun Xiaoyao and ascend to the throne.
No one knows what methods he will use.
Yi Yu was very loyal to Jun Xiaoyao and was willing to take risks on Jun Xiaoyao's behalf.
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head lightly and said: "The target of the Fallen Angel is me, and he will only fight with me."
Although Yi Yu's strength is comparable to that of the descendants of the Immortal Force, he can compete with these younger generations of geniuses in the Immortal Realm.
But the Fallen Angel Son obviously won't lower his status and fight with Jun Xiaoyao's entourage.
"Send the message and I, the Son of God, will attend the appointment." Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.
Along the way, there were countless battles, big and small.
If this fallen angel can really bring him a little surprise, that would be a blessing.
After all, it's too invincible and boring.
The news that Jun Xiaoyao had attended the appointment was like lighting a fuse, causing the entire Senluo Continent to explode.
Monks from all forces rushed to Montenegro.
There are also many geniuses from the Immortal Realm who have also set off, and they can't wait to witness this battle between the young supremes of the Immortal Realm.
For a time, the originally deserted and desolate Black Mountain became extremely lively.
There are flying ancient beasts flashing across the sky, floating flying boats passing by, and ferocious beasts pulling chariots on the ground. They are all prodigies and big shots from all forces.
However, in just a few days, the entire Black Mountain was densely packed with people.
Even those monster beasts and ancient relics had no choice but to retreat to the deepest part of the Black Mountain.
After several days of waiting.
In the distant sky, black clouds suddenly swept over.
The white skeleton war horse of Jiutousen came across the sky pulling a chariot.
There were two men in black robes flashing through the void and following them.
"Here he comes, the fallen angel is here!" There was an uproar from all directions.
This young Supreme from the lower realm of the Immortal Realm has been extremely powerful from the moment he appeared on the scene.
Order the three major forces to destroy the War Demon Palace, and the demonic power is overwhelming.
"He's not here yet, do you want me to wait for him?" The cold words of the fallen angel came from the carriage, seeming a little impatient.
Several hours passed.
Only in the distant sky can there be a golden light shining, and nine lions pulling a golden chariot are coming through the air.
Followed by Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Patriarch Dongxuan and others.
Yan Qingying, the master of the Demon War Hall, and a group of monks from the Demon War Hall also followed.
The source of the tragedy of the War Demon Palace is the order of the Son of the Fallen God.
So they want to witness the ending of the Fallen Angel Son with their own eyes.
Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and others arriving, the Fallen God stepped out of the chariot.
He was surrounded by black mist and his face was blurred.
She has long gray-white hair that hangs down to her feet, and has a pair of black-and-white wings on her back, which are filled with yin and yang energy.
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 Angel appeared, he exuded a dark and chilling cold aura, which was simply suffocating.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you are finally here. Are you ready to pay the price for your actions today?" the fallen angel said in a cold tone.
Jun Xiaoyao also walked out of the chariot.
He and the Fallen Angel Son are like two extremes in temperament.
The Son of the Fallen Angel is like the god of death in hell, exuding a cold and murderous aura.
As for Jun Xiaoyao, he is dressed in peerless white and shrouded in celestial light, just like a banished immortal.
Many female monks from Senluo Continent present were instantly captured by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and temperament.
"The only price I have to pay may be that I wasted a little time." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.
These words made the Fallen God's face become even more serious.
The monks in the War Demon Palace looked at the Son of the Fallen God with extreme hatred.
If it hadn't been for the Son of the Fallen God, the War Demon Palace would not have suffered this disaster.
Yan Qingying's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
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 speculated before that the real inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demon Kung Fu might not be Yan Fei.
Now, he can be sure that Yan Fei's sister is the real inheritor of the God-Swallowing Demon Kung Fu.
"When I defeat Jun Xiaoyao, you still can't escape from my grasp." The Fallen Angel's tone was cold and filled with chill.
"Why is a dead man talking so much nonsense?" Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.
It is true that the villain dies because he talks too much.
"snort……"
The Fallen Angel didn't say anything else and went directly to the depths of the Black Mountain.
The same goes for Jun Xiaoyao.
Not long after, they arrived deep in the Black Mountain, and many other monks who were watching the fun also followed.
But deep in the Black Mountain, there is a dusty ancient arena.
The entire arena was stained with blood, as if the supreme heroes of the past had left blood on it.
This ancient battle platform is filled with the air of ancient vicissitudes, and the surrounding void is intertwined with Dao patterns.
If someone steps into it, they will definitely have to fight to the death to end.
Jun Xiaoyao was very casual and stepped forward without any hesitation.
In the eyes of the fallen angel, a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood emerged.
His heart was not as casual as Jun Xiaoyao's.
After all, he had also heard about Jun Xiaoyao's various legendary deeds in the Immortal Realm.
It is impossible to say that you don't care at all.
"Why, are you timid?" Jun Xiaoyao raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You think too much. Who can make me, the fallen angel, timid?"
The Son of the Fallen God no longer hesitated and stepped onto the ancient battlefield.
Little did he know that this step might be the difference between life and death.