Chapter 201 The Son of Heaven Died? The Doubts of the Fallen Son of God, the Seventh Master of the Battle Demon Hall

Huangquan Saint, Xue Shura, and Tianmingzi are the top geniuses of Huangquan Valley, Shura Sect, and Tiansha Sect.

Like the young man in black armor, they are the pinnacle of the young generation of Senluo Continent.

"I didn't expect that Yan Fei, the heir of the Battle Demon Palace, is actually the heir of the Devouring God Demon Art. It's really unexpected." Huangquan Saint said with a cold smile.

This black armored young man, named Yan Fei, is the most outstanding genius of the Battle Demon Palace in the contemporary era.

And the blind girl is his sister, Yan Qingying.

"I didn't expect that your three major sects would become the lackeys of the geniuses in the fairyland!" Yan Fei scolded coldly.

Hearing this, Huangquan Saint and others looked a little unnatural.

Although this is true, can you not call him lackeys so unpleasant?

"Humph, how could you know how powerful Lord Fallen Son of God is? In this lower world, no one dares to provoke Lord Fallen Son of God." Huangquan Saint said coldly.

"That's right. It's your honor to be noticed by Lord Fallen Son of God. Surrender and follow us." Tian Mingzi also said.

"If I can survive, I must kill that Fallen Son of God with my own hands!" Yan Fei's dark eyes were cold.

He suddenly turned his head and said to an old man beside him: "Elder, please take Qingying away. I'll block here!"

"Yan Fei, you... well, okay." The elder was also very decisive and retreated with Yan Qingying directly.

"No... Brother..." Yan Qingying's face suddenly changed. He wanted to stay, but was still forcibly taken away by the elder.

"Qingying, run away quickly, don't worry about me!"

Yan Fei shouted coldly, turned around and killed Huangquan Shengzi and the other three.

Originally, with his strength, he was only about the same as Huangquan Shengzi and others.

But at this moment, Yan Fei raised his hand, and a dark vortex emerged, as if it could swallow everything.

His pair of dark eyes also exuded a breath of swallowing everything.

"It's the Devouring God and Demon Art!" Huang Quan Shengzi and others were very excited.

If they could catch Yan Fei and then suppress him, wouldn't they be great heroes?

At that time, the Fallen God Son would definitely reward them, and maybe even take them to the fairyland.

"Kill!"

Huang Quan Shengzi and the other two also took action.

Some monks from the Battle Demon Hall chose to stay and block the strong men from the three major sects.

Just when Yan Qingying had already evacuated the back mountain.

Suddenly, a shocking explosion sounded, and at the same time, there were also the terrifying roars of Huang Quan Shengzi and others.

"Yan Fei, you are really crazy, you actually blew yourself up and didn't even want your life!"

As this scream fell, Yan Fei blew himself up and died with Huang Quan Shengzi and others.

"Brother..." Yan Qingying screamed, feeling sad.

"Qingying, let's go!" The elder also showed a trace of sadness in his eyes.

The whole battle lasted for several days.

The Battle Demon Hall was outnumbered after all. Except for a few people who escaped, most of the monks of the Battle Demon Hall died.

Of course, the three major sects and other forces also suffered huge losses.

Even the top geniuses such as Huangquan Saint Son died.

But what made the three major sects panic was that the person that the Fallen God Son wanted, Yan Fei, the successor of the Devouring God Demon Art, had actually exploded and died.

This made the three major sects uneasy.

But they could only bite the bullet and report.

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In the hall, on the white bone throne, the Fallen God Son didn't say a word after hearing the news.

Below, the monks of the three major sects were sweating profusely and their legs were trembling.

"Please spare my life, sir. Yan Fei wants to explode himself, and we can't do anything." The monks of the three major sects knelt down in unison.

But to their surprise, the Fallen God Son didn't seem to be furious.

"No... something is wrong." The Fallen God Son muttered to himself.

"It is said that there are ten sons who defy the heaven in the lower world, and the luck of the whole world will be gathered on one person."

"Logically speaking, Yan Fei, the heir of the Devouring God Magic Art, should be the son of the defy the heaven of the Senluo Continent. How could he die so easily?"

"Shouldn't he find a way to survive and then avenge me?"

The Fallen God Son was thinking.

The Fallen God Palace is also an immortal force with a deep foundation and knows many secrets.

As the young supreme of the Fallen God Palace, the Fallen God Son naturally knows a lot of news.

He has also heard about the news of the Ten Sons of the Devil.

But didn't the son of the defy the heaven of the Senluo Continent die too easily?

After thinking for a while, the Fallen God Son said indifferently: "You said that a small number of remnants of the War Demon Palace escaped?"

"Yes, that's right, a small number of people escaped, including Yan Fei's sister, Yan Qingying." The cultivators of the three major sects replied.

"Hmm? The sister of the heir of the Devouring God Magic Art?" The Fallen God Son raised his eyebrows.

Then, he said, "You have seven days to find all the remnants of the War Demon Hall, especially Yan Fei's sister, and you must keep her alive!"

"Yes!"

The monks of the three major sects responded in unison and left.

"Did I guess wrong from the beginning? But Yan Fei did use the Devouring God Demon Art..."

"It doesn't matter. As long as we catch everyone related to him, everything will be clear." The Fallen Son sneered.

He must get the Devouring God Demon Art.

Just when the entire Senluo Continent was in chaos.

In a desolate mountain, there was an ancient teleportation array filled with thick dust.

This teleportation array, which had not been activated for a long time, suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Then, the void twisted and a line of figures appeared.

It was Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped out of the golden carriage, looked around, and asked: "Which world is this?"

"Son of God, this should be Senluo Continent. We need to pass through this world to go to Qianlong Continent." Dongxuan Patriarch replied.

"Is that so? Then we will transfer directly to Qianlong Continent." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

At this time, the middle-aged man wearing black armor, like a demon god, hesitated a little, with a look of wanting to say something but not saying it.

"Do you have something to say?" Jun Xiaoyao noticed the man's expression and asked.

Dongxuan Patriarch smiled and said: "Young Master, you don't know that this Senluo Continent is Brother Gu Yuan's hometown."

"So that's it." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, and then he understood why Gu Yuan showed such an expression.

Gu Yuan bowed slightly and said, "Sir, to be honest, I was once the seventh-generation master of the Battle Demon Hall in Senluo Continent. Now that I have come to my hometown, I can't help but feel a little sentimental."

"Of course, my business is still the most important thing for you. We can go directly to Qianlong Continent." Gu Yuan replied.

He didn't dare to delay Jun Xiaoyao's trip because of his personal affairs.

"It's okay. You have been with me for so long, and it's hard. Now that you are in your hometown, let's go to the Battle Demon Hall." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

"Thank you, sir!" Gu Yuan bowed with gratitude.

Next, they set off and randomly found a cultivator to ask about the location of the Battle Demon Hall.

However, what they asked made Gu Yuan's expression change suddenly.

"What did you say, the Battle Demon Hall was destroyed?"