Martial Dao Great Emperor

Chapter 1430: Controversy of the Son

Chapter 1430: Controversy of the Son

Junlin is tall and slender, with a smile on his face, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

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

"Sister Miaoling, people in the world are now sinister, don't be fooled."

After Zilong appeared, his eyes fell on Luo Xiu's body, with a sneer, "Su Wen, the soul and body of the Supreme Clan, I will try you."

As he spoke, the purple dragon acted directly, his long purple hair fluttered, purple light lingering between his palms and fingers, and he grabbed Luo Xiu, like a purple dragon claw.

"Zilong, you are too much."

At this moment, it was the brother Junlin who stopped the purple dragon. With a wave of his sleeve, a green glow filled the purple dragon's claws.

Miao Ling didn't seem to expect that Zilong would act so unscrupulously in front of her, her pretty face was cold, "Zilong, what do you mean? Don't say you are not the Son, even if you become the Son, I You can move the people you bring?"

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

In the sea of knowledge, the dragon demon cauldron, the sword sword, the town fairy iron buzzed and trembled, ready to go.

"Dare to do something to the master, and the master let me go out, I will kill him!" Long Mo Ding Ling poked his head out and yelled.

Recently staying in this sea of golden stars in the Sea of Knowledge Universe, the Dragon Demon Ding had a very unpleasant life. It was pressed by the Immortal Sword and the Immortal Iron, and it wanted to go out and breathe.

"Junlin, are you trying to block me? I'm just trying to test his strength."

Zilong slowly closed his hands, staring directly at Luo Xiu with cold eyes.

"A trivial immortal ant is also eligible to compete for the position of the saint child?" Zilong dismissed it, as if not paying attention to Luo Xiu.

Hearing this, Luo Xiu was stunned. Where is the Son? What does this have to do with me?

Miao Ling didn't explain, and Meisou stared at Zilong coldly, "Zilong, pay attention to your words, love is the son of the immortal emperor, you humiliate him as an ant, wait if you humiliate the emperor, this is the guilt. Can you afford it?"

"The emperor? Haha, let alone whether he is or not, even if he is, he is respected by the strong in this world. Regardless of his background, he is an ant without strength!" Zilong said coldly.

Zilong's posture is very strong, and his body is filled with a powerful aura. He seems arrogant, but it actually comes from his own strength.

As one of the candidate saint sons of the Yuanshi clan, his cultivation has already reached the realm of heavenly immortals, and he has cultivated the top immortal emperor techniques. In addition, he is a peerless genius. Under the immortal king, he rarely meets opponents.

"Zilong, don't forget, the immortal emperor technique you practiced comes from the female emperor!" Miao Ling's expression became even colder.

"Huh, Junior Sister Miaoling, you don't want to use the female emperor to suppress me. When I become a 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, it's fine. If he doesn't have the strength, I can't even catch a move. He deserves it if he is dead. How can he be qualified to compete for the position of the son?"

The invisible killing intent spread, and other people evaded one after another. Only King's Land and Miao Ling stood in front of Luo Xiu.

"Hehe, is this the so-called emperor? You can only hide behind a woman to seek shelter."

Zilong stepped forward, "King's Landing, Miao Ling, I advise you to better not stop me, because you can't stop me at all, even if you join forces are useless!"

His purple hair spread out in the back of his head, like a frenzy dancing, turbulent purple light gushing from his body, turning into a huge purple dragon claw, occupying the entire sky.

"Since you are such a sacred son, just pass my level first."

King's Landing has taken the shot, and he is also a candidate for the Saint Son. He and Zilong are competitors, and their personalities are almost two extremes.

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

Fingers are swords, sharp and sharp, tearing the vacuum, and the two candidate sons volley.

"Boom!"

The dull sound permeated, and neither of them wanted to really fight, so both suppressed the fluctuation of energy, and the scope was not large.

"Roar!"

The phantom of a purple real dragon appeared behind Zilong, and his aura suddenly rose.

"Om!"

King's Landing is not to be outdone, and a phantom of a fairy sword emerges behind him. The sword points to the sky, and King's Landing is like his name, and the sword is like his name!

"enough!"

Miao Ling gave a soft drink, and a terrible wave appeared in her hand. She saw her right hand slowly spread out. There was an immeasurable celestial light condensed in the palm of her palm. 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 be in charge. .

Seeing Miao Ling's anger, the sword shadow behind King's Landing dispersed, he believed that Zilong would never dare to continue to do it, unless he became a holy son and also got a powerful holy artifact.

"Miracle, why are you doing this?"

Zilong's gaze fell on the palm of Miao Ling's right hand. Even though he was covering it well, he still showed a trace of fear.

"If I hear you insult the Emperor in the future, even if your grandpa is protecting you, I will definitely kill you!"

Miao Ling said coldly, and Zhu lips lightly opened, "Go!"

Zilong's face changed, and he was scolded in public as he was, causing a monstrous hostility in his heart.

"Very good! When I become the Son of God, I will make you regret it because of today's affairs!"

With a cold snort, Zilong took a deep look at Luo Xiu, turned and turned into a dragon-like purple light, and went away in the dragon's voice that echoed the world.

Miao Ling's face is also very ugly, she didn't expect to meet Zilong here, obviously the other party must have heard some news.

"It didn't scare you, Zilong's character is like this, don't mind."

Jun Lin looked at Luo Xiu and smiled, his tone didn't mean teasing at all, and he didn't say anything bad about Zilong because of his arrogance.

"Thanks for caring."

Luo Xiu smiled back and looked at the wonderful spirit beside him, "I think there is something, should you explain it to me?"

"You come with me."

Miao Ling jumped and turned into a escape.

Luo Xiu also kept up in the same way. After a short while, he entered a valley in the depths of this secret world, where the birds and flowers were fragrant, and there was a loft in the valley, exquisite and elegant.

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

"In the ten-point realm of the fairy world, there will be saints and saints in every holy place, and candidates will be selected from the younger generation."

Miao Ling sorted out the language and slowly said, "I am the saint of this generation, and the son of the previous generation of Yuanshi clan has just become the saint master, so the position of the 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, each generation of saints must marry saints, so that they can give birth to offspring with better talents and aptitudes." Miao Ling sighed.

"what?"

Luo Xiu was taken aback for a moment, "If the saint woman wants to marry the saint son, then my mother and my father..."

"The empress was taken away forcibly." Miao Ling's pretty face showed a trace of embarrassment.

Luo Xiu was stunned again, "My father is so fierce?"

"Gluck..."

Miao Ling was amused by Luo Xiu's words, "Of course it is very fierce, and it is a mess. The previous generation Saint Son was seriously injured by the vomiting blood from his turn over."

Speaking of this, Miao Ling stopped smiling and sighed slightly, "This incident also caused a lot of turmoil at the beginning, until later your father became the Immortal Venerable, and with the power of the Immortal Venerable, he could almost stop the Emperor. The immortal world is so big that no one dares to say anything."

"I said beautiful women, what you said doesn't seem to have much to do with what I just asked? You are a little off topic." Luo Xiu reminded.

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

"Of course it matters, because I don't want to marry the son of this generation." Miao Ling said.

"Why? I think Junlin is a 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?"