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Junlin has a slender figure and a smile on his face, giving people the feeling of spring breeze.

The purple dragon is tall and burly, with a arrogant aura and sharp eyes, giving people a sense of domineeringness.

"Junior Sister Miaoling, now the world is sinister, so don't be deceived."

After the purple dragon appeared, his eyes fell on Luo Xiu, with a sneer on his face, "The soul of the Supreme Supreme clan is unparalleled, I'll try you."

While speaking, the purple dragon took action. His long purple head floated, and purple light lingered between his palms and fingers, and grabbed Luo Xiu, like purple dragon claws.

"Zilong, you're too much."

At this moment, the senior brother Junlin who took action to stop the purple dragon was the one who swung his sleeves, and a piece of green light filled the way, blocking the purple dragon claws.

Miaoling didn't seem to have expected Zilong to act in front of her so unscrupulously, 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, you can move the people I bring?"

Luo Xiu's face also became gloomy. 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-slaying sword, and the immortal-squeezing iron are buzzing and ready to wait.

"You dare to attack your master. Your master asked me to go out and I will kill him!" The Dragon Demon Cauldron Spirit poked out his head and shouted.

Recently, I stayed in this golden starry sea of ​​consciousness universe. The Dragon Demon Cauldron Spirit lived a very unpleasant life. Every day, I was pressed by the Immortal Knife and the Immortal Iron. It really wanted to go out for some breath.

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

Zilong slowly stopped his hand and looked at Luo Xiu with a cold look.

"A mere earthly ants are qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Son?" Zilong looked disdainfully, 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, staring at Zilong with beautiful eyes, "Zilong, pay attention to your words. Taishangqing is the son of the Immortal Emperor. If you humiliate him as an ant, can you bear the blame if you humiliate the Immortal Emperor?"

"Emperor's son? Haha, let alone whether he is, even if he is, he is still a strong person in this world. No matter what his background is, he is an ant without strength!" Zilong said coldly.

Zilong's posture is very strong, and his body is filled with a powerful aura. His seemingly arrogant actually comes from his own strength.

As one of the candidate saints of the Yuanshi clan, his cultivation has long reached the realm of the celestial immortals, and he is practicing the top-level immortal emperor skills. In addition, he is a peerless genius, and he rarely encounters an opponent under the Immortal King.

"Zilong, don't forget that the Immortal Emperor skill you practiced came from the Empress!" Miaoling's expression became even colder.

"Hmph, Junior Sister Miaoling, please stop using the Empress to suppress me. When I become the Holy Son, you will be my woman. How can you help an outsider at this time?"

Zilong said proudly, "It would be fine if he had the strength. If he had no strength, he could not even catch a move. He deserved it if he died. How could he be qualified to compete for the position of the Holy Son?"

The invisible murderous intent spread, and the others retreated one after another, leaving Jun Lin and Miao Ling in front of Luo Xiu.

"Haha, is this the so-called emperor son? You can only hide behind a woman for shelter."

Zilong stepped forward, "Jun Lin, Miao Ling, I advise you not to stop me, because you can't stop me at all, even if you join forces, it's useless!"

His purple scattered behind his head, like a crazy demon dancing. The surging purple light gushed out from his body, turning into a huge purple dragon claw, occupying the entire sky.

"Since you are so pretty, let's pass my level first."

Junlin took action, and he was also a candidate for the saint. He and Zilong were competitors, and their personalities were almost two extremes.

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

The fingers were swords, and the sharpness sucked and spitted, tearing the vacuum, and the two candidates attacked in the air.

"Dong!"

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

"roar!"

A phantom of a purple true dragon appeared behind the purple dragon, and his momentum suddenly rose.

"Buzz!"

Junlin is not willing to be outdone, and a phantom of an immortal sword appears behind him. The sword aims at the sky. King of the world is as famous as his name, and the sword is as famous as his name!

"Enough!"

Miao Ling shouted lightly, and a terrible wave appeared in her hand. Her right hand slowly spread out, and an infinite amount of fairy light condensed in her palm, making it impossible to see what treasures there were in the fairy light.

But there is no doubt that this treasure is absolutely extremely powerful. It is rumored that only the saints of the Yuanshi clan can take charge. Once they exert shocking power, even if they are a strong person with a great level of cultivation higher than their own level, they cannot stop it.

Seeing Miao Ling getting angry, Jun Lin dispersed the sword shadow behind him, he believed that Zilong would never dare to continue to attack, unless he became a sacred son and also obtained powerful sacred objects.

"Miaoling, why are you doing this?"

Zilong's eyes fell on Miaoling's right palm. Even though he covered it up very well, he still showed a hint of fear.

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

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

Zilong's face changed, and he was scolded in public as he was, causing a huge sense of resentment to surge in his heart.

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

With a cold snorting, the purple dragon looked at Luo Xiu deeply, turned around and turned into a purple light like a dragon, leaving behind the dragon roar that echoed the world.

Miaoling's face was also very bad. She didn't expect to meet Zilong here. Obviously, the other party must have heard some news.

"Didn't scare you? Zilong's personality is just like this, don't mind."

Junlin looked at Luo Xiu and smiled. His tone did not mean any teasing, and he did not say anything bad about Zilong's arrogantness.

"Thank you for your concern."

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

"Come with me."

The Miaoling jumped and turned into escape light and left.

Luo Xiu also turned into a light to catch up with him. Soon, he entered a valley deep in this secret world. Birds sing and flowers scented, and there was a loft in the valley, which was exquisite and elegant.

As he walked into the attic and sat opposite him, Luo Xiu's eyes were inquiring.

"In the ten directions of the Immortal Realm, every holy land will have a saint son and a saint, and the candidates will be selected from the younger generation."

Miao Ling sorted out the language and said slowly, "I am the saint of this generation, and the saint of the previous generation of the Yuanshi clan has just become the saint master, so the position of the saint 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 saints must marry a saint son, so that they can give birth to descendants with better talent and qualifications." Miaoling said with a sigh.

"ah?"

Luo Xiu was slightly stunned, "If the saints want to marry the saint son, then my mother and my father..."

"The empress was forcibly taken away back then." Miaoling's pretty face was a hint of embarrassment.

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

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Miaoling was amused by Luo Xiu's words, "Of course it's very fierce, and it's a mess. The Son of the Supreme Descent was beaten in his hands and vomited blood and was seriously injured."

Speaking of this, Miaoling stopped laughing and sighed softly, "This incident caused quite a lot of chaos at the beginning, until later your father became an immortal master. With the power of the immortal master, he could almost block the immortal emperor. The immortal world is so big that no one dared 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 off topic." Luo Xiu reminded.

Although he also wants to know his parents' past, he is more concerned about his own safety at this moment. He doesn't want to be stared at by a powerful opponent all the time.

"Of course it's related, because I don't want to marry the Holy Son of this generation." Miaoling said.

"Why? I think Junlin is pretty good." Luo Xiu was so amused and crying, "Besides, even if you don't want to marry, what does it have to do with me?"
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