Chapter 1430: The Battle of the Holy Sons

Jun Lin has a slender figure and a smile on his face, making him feel like a spring breeze.

Zilong is tall and burly, with arrogant momentum and sharp eyes, giving people a domineering feeling.

"Junior Sister Miaoling, people in the world are evil these days. Don't be deceived by others."

After Zilong appeared, his eyes fell on Luo Xiu, with a sneer on his face, "Su heard that Taishang's clan has an unparalleled soul and body, let me give you a try."

As he spoke, the purple dragon took action directly. His long purple hair fluttered, purple light lingered between his palms, and he grabbed Luo Xiu, like a purple dragon claw.

"Zilong, you've gone too far."

At this moment, it was Senior Brother Junlin who took action to stop the purple dragon. He waved his sleeves, and a green glow filled the air, blocking the purple dragon's claws.

Miao Ling didn't seem to expect that Zilong would attack her in front of her so brazenly, and her pretty face turned cold, "Zilong, what do you mean? Don't say that you are not the Holy Son, even if you become the Holy Son, I Are you able to move the people you brought?"

Luo Xiu's face also darkened. He came here because there were clues about his mother, but he didn't expect that someone would target him when he came here.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the Dragon Demon Cauldron, the Immortal Killing Sword, and the Immortal Suppressing Iron buzz and tremble, ready to go.

"How dare you attack the master? If the master lets me out, I'll kill him!" Dragon Demon Cauldron Spirit stuck out his head and shouted.

Recently staying in this sea of ​​golden stars in the universe of consciousness, the Dragon Demon Cauldron Spirit had a very unhappy life. It was pressed down by the Immortal-Slaying Sword and the Immortal-Suppressing Iron every day, and it wanted to go out for some air.

"Jun Lin, are you trying to stop me? I'm just testing his strength."

Zilong slowly retracted his hand and looked directly at Luo Xiu with cold eyes.

"A mere fairy ant is also qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Son?" Zilong looked dismissively, as if he didn't take Luo Xiu seriously.

Hearing this, Luo Xiu was stunned, the position of the Holy Son? What does this have to do with me?

Miao Ling did not explain, but stared at Zilong with cold beautiful eyes, "Zilong, pay attention to your words. Supreme Qing is the son of the Immortal Emperor. If you humiliate him as an ant, then if you humiliate the Immortal Emperor, you will be held responsible. Can you afford it?"

"The emperor's son? Haha, let's not say whether he is it or not. Even if he is, the strong are respected in this world. Regardless of his origin, if he doesn't have strength, he is just an ant!" Zilong snorted.

Zilong's posture is very strong, and his whole body is filled with powerful aura. He may seem arrogant, but in fact it comes from his own tyrannical strength.

As one of the candidates for the Holy Son of the Yuanshi Clan, his cultivation has already reached the realm of Heavenly Immortal. He practices the top Immortal Emperor technique. In addition, he is a peerless genius. He has few opponents under the Immortal King.

"Zi Long, don't forget that the Immortal Emperor technique you practice came from the Empress!" Miao Ling's expression became even colder.

"Hmph, Junior Sister Miaoling, don't use the Empress to suppress me. When I become the Holy Son, you are destined to be my woman. How can you help an outsider at this time?"

Zilong said very arrogantly, "If he has the strength, that's all. If he doesn't have the strength, he can't even catch one of my moves, and he deserves to die. How can he be qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Son?"

Invisible killing intent spread, and everyone else retreated. Only Jun Lin and Miao Ling were left standing in front of Luo Xiu.

"Haha, is this the so-called emperor's son? He can only seek refuge behind a woman."

Zilong stepped forward, "Junlin, Miaoling, I advise you not to stop me, because you can't stop me at all, even if you join forces, it will be useless!"

His purple hair spread out on the back of his head, dancing wildly like a demon, and turbulent purple light spurted out from his body, turning into a huge purple dragon claw, occupying the entire sky.

"Since you are so worthy of the Holy Son, you should pass me first."

Jun Lin took action, and he was also a candidate for the Holy Son. He and Zi Long were competitors, and their personalities were almost at two extremes.

One is as gentle as a spring breeze, the other is arrogant and domineering.

The fingers were swords, the sharp edge was drawn out, tearing the vacuum, and the two candidates for the Holy Son struck in the air.

"Boom!"

A dull sound filled the air, and neither of them wanted to really fight, so they both suppressed the energy fluctuations and the impact was not large.

"Roar!"

The shadow of a purple true dragon appeared behind Zilong, and his momentum suddenly increased.

"Buzz!"

Jun Lin was not to be outdone, and the shadow of a fairy sword appeared behind him. The sword pointed at the sky. Jun Lin was in the world. The man lived up to his name, and the sword lived up to his name!

"enough!"

Miao Ling gave a soft drink, and a terrifying wave appeared in her hand. Her right hand slowly spread out, and there was immeasurable fairy light condensed in the palm of her hand, making it unclear what was in the fairy light. treasure.

But there is no doubt that this treasure is absolutely extremely powerful. It is rumored that only the saints of the Yuanshi clan of each generation can control it. Once it exerts shocking power, even a strong man with a cultivation level higher than himself cannot stop it. .

Seeing Miao Ling getting angry and Jun Lin dispersing the sword shadow behind him, he believed that Zi Long would never dare to take action again unless he became the Holy Son and obtained a powerful holy object.

"Miaoling, why are you doing this?"

Zilong's eyes fell on the palm of Miaoling's right hand. Even though he concealed it very well, there was still a trace of fear.

"If I hear you insulting the Immortal Emperor again in the future, even if your grandfather is protecting you, I will definitely kill you!"

Miao Ling said coldly, her red lips parted slightly, "Get out!"

Zilong's expression changed. Being scolded in public because of his identity made him feel filled with rage.

"Very good! When I become the Holy Son, I will definitely make you regret what happened today!"

With a cold snort, Zilong took a deep look at Luo Xiu, turned around and turned into a dragon-like purple light, disappearing amidst the dragon's roar that echoed around the world.

Miao Ling's face was also very ugly. She didn't expect to meet Zilong here. Obviously, the other party must have heard something.

"It didn't scare you, it's just Zilong's character, don't mind."

Jun Lin looked at Luo Xiu and smiled, his tone was not teasing at all, and he did not say anything bad about Zilong because of his arrogance.

"Thanks for caring."

Luo Xiu smiled back and looked at Miao Ling beside him, "I think there are some things that you should explain to me, right?"

"You come with me."

Miao Ling jumped up and turned into escaping light and flew away.

Luo Xiu also turned into a light to follow. After a while, he entered a valley deep in this secret world. Birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. There was an attic in the valley, which was exquisite and elegant.

Stepping into the attic and sitting opposite each other, Luo Xiu's eyes were filled with inquiry.

"In every holy land in the ten directions of the fairy world, there will be a saint son and a saint girl, and the candidates will be selected from the younger generation."

Miao Ling tidied up her words and said slowly, "I am the Saint of this generation, and the Holy Son of the previous generation of the Yuanshi Clan has just become the Holy Lord, so the position of the Holy Son of this generation is temporarily vacant."

"What does this have to do with me?" Luo Xiu frowned.

"According to the rules of the Yuanshi Clan, every generation of saintly girls must marry the saintly son, so that they can give birth to offspring with more outstanding talents." Miao Ling sighed.

"ah?"

Luo Xiu was slightly startled, "If the saint wants to marry the saint, then my mother and my father..."

"The empress was taken away by force." Miao Ling's pretty face had a hint of embarrassment.

Luo Xiu was stunned again, "Is my father so fierce?"

"Kekeke..."

Miao Ling was amused by Luo Xiu's words, "Of course it was very violent, and it was so violent that the previous saint was vomited blood and seriously injured by him."

At this point, Miao Ling stopped laughing and sighed softly, "This incident also caused a lot of chaos at first, until your father became an Immortal Lord, and with the power of the Immortal Lord, he could almost stop the Immortal Emperor. The immortal world is so big that no one dares to say anything.”

"I'm talking about beauty, what you said doesn't seem to have much to do with what I asked just now, right? You're a little off topic." Luo Xiu reminded.

Although he also wanted to know about his parents' past, he was more concerned about his own safety at the moment. He didn't want to be watched by a powerful opponent all the time.

"Of course it does matter, because I don't want to marry the Holy Son of this generation." Miao Ling said.

"Why? I think Jun Lin is a pretty good person." Luo Xiu couldn't laugh or cry, "Besides, even if you don't want to marry, what does it have to do with me?"