Chapter 208 The Decisive Battle at the Black Mountain Ancient Battle Arena Attracted Everyone's Attention

The matter between Jun Xiaoyao and the Fallen Son of God is getting more and more intense in the entire Senluo Continent.

Everyone is looking forward to this war.

A few days later, the Fallen Son of God finally announced that he would have a decisive battle with Jun Xiaoyao in Black Mountain.

Like the Dead Sea, Black Mountain is a dangerous place in the Senluo Continent, full of various monsters and ancient species.

It is rumored that there is a blood-stained ancient battle platform deep in Black Mountain.

Anyone who steps into it and starts a decisive battle will not be disturbed by the outside world.

Even saints cannot interfere with the battle.

As long as the warring parties enter, the ancient battle platform will not let them out unless one side is completely defeated or killed.

It can be said that the Fallen Son of God chose such a place with the determination to fight with all his strength.

Although Jun Xiaoyao is strong, he is not weak either.

If you start to be timid before the battle, then there is no point in fighting.

The Fallen Son of God did this to cut off his own retreat.

Only by fighting with your back to the wall can you exert and squeeze out the greatest potential.

If the Fallen Son of God wins this battle, the benefits he will get are endless.

"This Fallen Son of God is quite courageous."

Jun Xiaoyao, who learned the news, looked indifferent.

He knew that the Fallen Son of God's move was to extinguish the fear and timidity in his heart and completely cut off his retreat.

Either he will be sublimated to the extreme realm or he will fall in disgrace.

"Sir, this Fallen Son of God wants to harm you, why don't you let me go." Yi Yu said on the side.

Everyone with a discerning eye knows that the Fallen Son of God wants to step on Jun Xiaoyao to get to the top in this battle.

No one knows what means he will use.

Yi Yu is loyal to Jun Xiaoyao and is willing to take risks for Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao shook his head indifferently and said: "The Fallen Son of God's target is me, and he will only fight me."

Although Yi Yu's strength is comparable to that of the heir of the immortal force, he is enough to compete with the young generation of Tianjiao Supremes in these fairyland.

But the Fallen Son of God obviously will not lower his status and fight with Jun Xiaoyao's followers.

"Spread the message, this son of God will keep the appointment." Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

He had fought countless battles along the way.

If this fallen son of God could really give him a little surprise, it would be a blessing.

After all, he was too invincible and boring.

The news that Jun Xiaoyao kept the appointment was like a fuse, which made the entire Senluo Continent explode.

The cultivators of various forces all rushed to Black Mountain.

There were also many Tianjiaos from the fairyland who set off, and they couldn't wait to witness this battle between the young supremes of the fairyland.

For a while, the originally desolate Black Mountain, which was rarely visited by people, became extremely lively.

There were flying ancient beasts flashing in the sky, floating flying boats flying, and fierce beasts pulling chariots on the ground, all of which were Tianjiaos and big figures from various forces.

However, in just a few days, the entire Black Mountain was densely packed with people.

Even those monsters and ancient relics had to retreat to the deepest part of Black Mountain.

After several days of waiting,

In the distant sky, a black cloud suddenly swept over.

Nine-headed white skeleton warhorses pulled a chariot across the sky.

Two black-robed men flashed through the void and followed.

"Here he comes, the fallen son of God is here!" There was an uproar in all directions.

This young supreme who came from the fairyland to the lower world was extremely powerful from the moment he appeared.

He ordered the three major forces to destroy the War Demon Palace, and the demonic power was overwhelming.

"Hasn't he come yet? Do you want me to wait for him?" The cold words of the fallen son of God came from the chariot, and he seemed a little impatient.

It took several hours.

There was a golden light flashing in the distant sky, and the nine-headed lion pulled the golden chariot and came through the air.

Yi Yu, Su Ziqiong, Gu Yuan, Dong Xuan Patriarch and others followed.

Yan Qingying, the master of the War Demon Palace, and a group of monks from the War Demon Palace followed.

The source of the tragedy of the War Demon Palace was the order of the fallen son of God.

So they wanted to witness the end of the Fallen Son of God with their own eyes.

Seeing Jun Xiaoyao and others coming, the Fallen Son of God stepped out of the chariot.

He was surrounded by black mist and his face was blurred.

His long gray hair was very long, hanging down to his feet, and there was a pair of black and white wings behind him, surrounded by 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 Fallen Son of God appeared, he exuded a dark and murderous cold breath, which was simply suffocating.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you are finally here. Today, are you ready to pay the price for your actions?" The Fallen Son of God said in a cold tone.

Jun Xiaoyao also walked out of the chariot.

He and the Fallen Son of God have two extreme temperaments.

The Fallen Son of God is like the god of death in hell, exuding a cold and murderous aura.

Jun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, is dressed in white and is shrouded in fairy light, like a banished immortal.

Many female cultivators from Senluo Continent were instantly captivated by Jun Xiaoyao's appearance and temperament.

"The only price this son of God has to pay is probably wasting a little time." Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.

This made the face of the fallen son of God even more solemn.

The cultivators of the Battle Demon Hall looked at the fallen son of God with extreme hatred.

If there was no fallen son of God, the Battle Demon Hall would not have suffered this disaster.

Yan Qingying's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The fallen son of God also noticed Yan Qingying, after all, her aura was too special, different from others.

"Is it really her?" The fallen son of God thought to himself.

He had previously guessed that the real successor of the Devouring God Demon Art might not be Yan Fei.

Now, he can be sure that Yan Fei's sister is the true descendant of the Devouring God Magic.

"Even after defeating Jun Xiaoyao, you still can't escape from my palm." The tone of the Fallen God Son was cold and chilling.

"How can a dead man still talk so much nonsense?" Jun Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows.

It is true that villains die because of their talkativeness.

"Hmph..."

The Fallen God Son said nothing more and went directly to the depths of the Black Mountain.

Jun Xiaoyao did the same.

Not long after, they came to the depths of the Black Mountain, and many other monks who were watching the excitement followed.

But in the depths of the Black Mountain, there was a dusty ancient arena.

The whole arena was stained with blood, as if the supreme heroes of the past had left blood on it.

This ancient battle arena was filled with ancient vicissitudes of life, and the surrounding void was intertwined with Dao patterns.

If someone stepped into it, it would definitely be a matter of life and death before it could end.

Jun Xiaoyao was very casual, without any hesitation, and stepped directly on it.

In the eyes of the Fallen Son of God, there was a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In his heart, he was not as casual as Jun Xiaoyao.

After all, he had heard of Jun Xiaoyao's various legendary deeds in the fairyland.

It was impossible to say that he didn'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 the Fallen Son of God timid?"

The Fallen Son of God no longer hesitated and stepped onto the ancient battlefield.

He didn't know that this step might be the distance between life and death.

One step, Huangquan!