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Chapter 788 The Battle of the Holy Son

It was the first time he killed Zhao Wushuang with his own hands, and it was understandable that the other party used cunning means to conceal the past.

For the second time, he personally led the team and shot at the same time as the holy masters of several holy places.

But he was still defeated by the powerful demon clan summoned by Zhao Wushuang.

Since becoming a saint, Jian Lingchen has never suffered two big losses in a row at the hands of a little half-saint.

"Then... what do you think should be done?" Another martial saint asked.

Jian Lingchen snorted coldly, a venomous light appeared in his eyes.

"This son will take revenge. Now that he has fallen into my hands twice, he must hold a grudge against me."

"Maybe we will invite strong men from the Ten Thousand Monster Realm to attack the God City. In this case, we will prepare early and send an order to order them not to repair any damage. Seriously injured, Elder Jian Lingchen has lost his fighting power."

Jian Lingchen smiled cruelly: "Then I will personally lead people to set up formations in the underground of Shendu. As long as that kid dares to step in, I promise to let him be buried here!"

"..."

After two days of traveling, Zhao Wushuang returned to Beilu.

The public is still talking about the shocking battle that happened some time ago. In the colorful rumors, Zhao Wushuang turned into a demon clan in collusion with the monster clan, killing innocent people and slaughtering creatures indiscriminately.

This is a version fabricated by the people of God's Capital. Although they lost the battle, they still have to gain the upper hand in words.

However, Zhao Wushuang just smiled lightly when he heard it, and continued to sit and drink tea.

This is not exactly the case, and people at another table expressed different opinions.

The Kingdom of God has been using violence to dominate the people of the Northland for these years, and many people have long been dissatisfied in their hearts.

This time, the Martial Saint of the Kingdom of God joined forces with the masters of several major holy places to encircle and suppress the devil. He thought he had a chance to win, but he returned in complete defeat and suffered an unprecedented blow.

As a result, many people who have been bullied by them feel happy, so in the mouths of such people, Zhao Wushuang's reputation has gradually changed.

He changed suddenly and became a great demon who eliminates evil, promotes good, and does justice for the sky.

After hearing these remarks, Zhao Wushuang couldn't laugh or cry.

……

At this time, Yanyao Holy Land.

Xing Junyan sat cross-legged in the cave, with a grinding wheel in front of him.

The ink plate is simple and unpretentious, with six split traces combined to form a hexagon, exuding a touch of classical meaning.

Xing Junyan exhaled lightly, his palm lit up with a white light, and then put the light into the center of the ink tray.

The light gradually spread out, along the grain of the millstone, and instantly formed a star map.

"I hope...you can see my message."

Xing Junyan closed his eyes, his thoughts turned, and invisible power spread out, turning into little ripples and rippling in the air.

This is his unique skill: "sound wave transmission", which can transmit specified information to any place, which contains a trace of the charm of space law.

Of course, the location of the communication is determined according to the strength.

With Xing Junyan's current cultivation, the sound wave can only reach the edge of Hokuriku at most, and to transmit it to a specific person, it needs double the energy.

"Zhao Wushuang, if you can get the news, come back and help us quickly. If Huang Wudao really succeeds, Yanyao Holy Land may have no future."

Xing Junyan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, and sighed faintly.

……

Half an hour later, Zhao Wushuang, who was full of wine and food, was about to go on the road, when suddenly there was a soft murmur in his ear.

He immediately fixed the sound wave, sealed off the surrounding space, and prevented it from spreading again.

Because it was Xing Junyan's voice that came!

After listening, Zhao Wushuang smiled coldly.

It turned out that Xing Junyan told him the current situation of Yanyao Holy Land in the sound waves.

The holy master of Yanyao Holy Land, Brahma Zhan Sheng, did not go out of seclusion after returning that day, and only left the seclusion after [-] days.

After leaving the customs, Brahma Zhansheng announced an important news.

He wants to choose the successor of the future Lord of the Holy Land.

The entire holy place became in an uproar.

Generally speaking, the position of the Holy Master will be succeeded by the Holy Maiden or the Holy Son.

Unless the reigning Holy Son and Saint Daughter dies or is injured, or is deprived of his position, other disciples will have a chance.

But now that the saint Fan Qingxian is still in place, the Brahma Zhan Sheng has to choose an heir again.

This is not good news.

However, upon hearing this, Huang Wudao was extremely excited.

If the winner is determined by strength, then he must be No. 1 of the younger generation in the Holy Land.

Of course, this is under the premise that Zhao Wushuang is not around.

Although the current saint, Fan Qingxian, is very puzzled, she can only obey her father's arrangement.

The selection lasted for ten days, and finally ten disciples competed for the final position of heir.

Unsurprisingly, Huang Wudao made it to the final with a complete victory!

In fact, except for the saint Fan Qingxian, he doesn't pay attention to anyone else.

No wonder Xing Junyan pinned his hopes on Zhao Wushuang.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate. If Huang Wudao is allowed to ascend to the position of Holy Son as he wished, the future of the entire Yanyao Holy Land will become dark.

On the day of the decisive battle, Huang Wudao came to the top of the sect.

It is here that the final game takes place.

Standing on the ring, the tall and majestic man is just Huang Wudao.

At this moment, he has defeated his opponent and won easily.

Putting the bloody saber on his shoulder, Huang Wudao shook his head.

"With your strength, how can He De compete with me for the position of Son of God?
Hahaha, Holy Master, when I become a Holy Son, I will devote myself to the Holy Land, and I will never regret it!Let other holy places surrender at my feet! "

The Brahma Zhan Sheng who was seated in the first seat nodded slightly, and looked at his daughter in a blink of an eye.

Fan Qingxian knew that her father was stubborn and refused to give in, so she had to use her strength to prove that she was worthy of the position of saint.

Huang Wudao smiled disdainfully:
"Aren't you clear about your position!? Fan Qingxian, a few days ago you and Zhao Wushuang colluded together and intended to kill me, today I will let you try it!"

In the wide and sturdy arena, the blood on the knife in Huang Wudao's hand condensed into a shadow dragon.

"Nirvana: Flying Dragon Madness!"

The wind and sand raged, centered on the desolate way, and the trees on several surrounding mountains were uprooted and sucked into the storm tornado.

Huang Wudao laughed loudly, the bloody saber suddenly changed direction, and slashed forward angrily.

The tornado that could tear apart a hill also descended with the roar, like a scene of the coming end of the world.

The hearts of the disciples around were somewhat shaken.

Before Zhao Wushuang's future, Huangwudao was the No. 1 Holy Land, with a very powerful combat power and brutal methods, so he was called a lunatic.

"Fan Qingxian, I'm going to let you know who is the strongest in the Holy Land today!"

(End of this chapter)