Chapter 1430

Junlin has a slender figure and a smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

The purple dragon is tall and strong, with a blustering momentum and fierce eyes, which gives people a sense of hegemony.

"Younger martial sister Miaoling, it's dangerous in the world. Don't be cheated."

After the purple dragon appeared, his eyes fell on Luo Xiu's body, with a sneer on his face, "I've heard that the Supreme People's soul and body are incomparable. I'll try you."

As he spoke, the purple dragon started to work directly. His long purple hair fluttered and his hands and fingers twinkled with purple light. He grabbed him like a purple dragon claw.

"Zilong, you've gone too far."

At this time, it was the Junlin elder martial brother who stopped the purple dragon. With a wave of his sleeve, the purple dragon claws were blocked.

Miao Ling seems to have never thought that the purple dragon would be so unscrupulous in front of her, pretty face raw cold, "purple dragon, what do you mean? Don't say you are not the son, even if you become the son, the people I bring are also active? "

Luoxiu's face was gloomy. He came here because there were clues about his mother. But he didn't expect that he would come here, and someone would target him.

In the sea of knowledge, dragon and devil tripod, chopping immortal sword, Zhenxian iron is humming and trembling, ready to go.

"How dare to start on the master, the master let me out, I blow him to death!" The Dragon demon Ding Ling poked out his head and exclaimed.

Recently, in the sea of golden stars, the Dragon devil tripod spirit has been very unhappy. Every day, it is pressed by the immortal sword and Zhenxian iron. It wants to go out and breathe.

"King Lin, are you trying to block me? I'm just trying to see how good he is

Purple Dragon slowly closed his hand and looked at Luo Xiu coldly.

"Is it possible to compete for the position of Saint son If you don't pay attention to the purple dragon.

Hearing this, Luoxiu was stunned. Is the place of the son? What does this have to do with me?

Miaoling did not explain, and the beautiful eyes were staring at the purple dragon, "purple dragon, pay attention to your words. The supreme love is the son of the Immortal Emperor. You humiliate him as a mole ant. If you humiliate the Immortal Emperor, can you bear the responsibility?"

"Emperor? Ha ha, let alone whether he is or not, even if he is, he is respected by the strong in this world. No matter how he comes from, he is a mole ant without strength! " Purple dragon says coldly.

Zilong's posture is very strong, and his whole body is filled with strong breath. He seems arrogant, but actually comes from his own strength.

As one of the candidate saints of the Yuan Dynasty, his cultivation has already reached the realm of celestial beings. He practices the highest level of Immortal Emperor skills. In addition, he is a peerless genius. Under the Immortal King, he is rarely matched.

"Purple dragon, don't forget that the Immortal Emperor skill you cultivate comes from the female emperor!" Miao Ling's expression is more cold.

"Hum, younger martial sister Miaoling, don't oppress me with the empress. When I become the son, you are destined to be my woman. How can you help an outsider at this time?"

Zilong was very conceited and said, "if he has strength, it's just that if he doesn't have strength, even I can't take a move. He deserves to die. How can he be qualified to compete for the position of Saint son?"

The invisible intention of killing spread, and other people retreated one after another. Only Junlin and Miaoling were left in front of Luoxiu.

"Ha ha, is this the so-called emperor? They can only hide behind women and seek shelter. "

Purple Dragon stepped forward, "King's landing, wonderful spirit, I advise you not to stop me, because you can't stop me, even if you join hands, it's useless!"

His purple hair in the back of his head, such as crazy Devil Dance, turbulent purple light from his body gush out, into a huge purple dragon claw, occupy the whole sky.

"Since you are such a saint, please pass me first."

Junlin shot, is also the candidate son, he and the purple dragon are competitors, and the two characters are almost two extremes.

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

The fingers are swords, with sharp edges and puffs, tearing the vacuum. The two candidates hit the air.

"Dong!"

The dull sound diffused, and both of them didn't want to fight, so they suppressed the fluctuation of energy and the scope was not large.

"Roar!"

A virtual shadow of a purple real dragon appears behind the purple dragon, and his momentum suddenly rises.

"Hum!"

King Lin is not willing to be outdone. Behind him emerges the shadow of a fairy sword. The sword points to the sky. When king comes to the world, people are like their names, and swords are like their names!

"Enough!"

Miaoling gently drank, and a terrible wave appeared in her hand. She saw her right hand slowly spread out, and there was an infinite amount of fairy light condensed in the palm of her hand. People could not see clearly what treasure there was in the immortal light.

However, there is no doubt that this treasure is absolutely incomparably powerful. It is said that only the saints of each generation of the Yuan Dynasty can be in charge of it. Once the power of astonishing the sky is played, even the strong one whose cultivation is higher than one's own can not be stopped.

Seeing Miaoling's anger, Junlin scattered behind the sword shadow, he believed that the purple dragon would not dare to continue to work, unless he became the son of God and got a powerful holy thing."Miaoling, why do you need it?"

Purple Dragon's eyes fall on the right hand palm of Miaoling. Although he conceals it very well, it still shows a trace of fear.

"In the future, if I hear that you insult the emperor, even if your grandfather protects you, I will surely kill you!"

Miaoling said coldly, and her vermilion lips opened lightly, "roll!"

Purple Dragon's face changed, and he was scolded in public in his identity, which made his heart burst out of the fierce anger.

"Good! When I become the son of God, I will make you regret what happened today

With a cold hum, the purple dragon took a deep look at Luo Xiu, turned around and turned into a purple light like a dragon, and went far away in the Dragon chant echoing the world.

Miao Ling's face is not good-looking, she did not expect to meet Purple Dragon here, obviously the other party must have heard something.

"Did not frighten you, purple dragon's character is like this, you don't mind."

King Lin looked at Luo Xiu and laughed. His tone didn't mean to tease him. He didn't say anything bad about him because of Zilong's arrogance.

"Thank you for your concern."

Luo Xiu returned with a smile and looked at the wonderful spirit on his side. "I think there are some things that you should explain to me?"

"Come with me."

Miaoling leaped forward and turned into hiding light.

Luo Xiu also changed his mind to keep up with him. After a while, he entered a valley deep in the world, where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. There was an attic in the valley, which was exquisite and elegant.

Stepping into the attic and sitting opposite each other, rochew's eyes were filled with inquiry.

"In the Ten Kingdoms of fairyland, there will be sons and daughters in every holy land, and the candidates will be selected from the younger generation."

Miaoling sorted out the language and said slowly, "I am the saint of this generation, and the son of the previous generation of the Yuan Dynasty has just become the saint, so the position of the son of this generation is short of time and space."

"What does this have to do with me?" Roche frowned.

"According to the rules of the Yuan Dynasty, every generation of saints must marry the son, so as to give birth to more talented offspring." Miaoling sighed.

"Ah?"

Luoxiu was stunned. "If the saints want to marry the son, then my mother and my father..."

"The empress was taken away by force." Miaoling's pretty face has a trace of embarrassment.

Luoxiu was stunned again. "Is my father so fierce?"

"Cluck, cluck..."

Miao Ling was amused by Luo Xiu's words, "of course, it's very fierce, and fierce in a mess. The last generation of Saint son was seriously injured by his turning over his hands and vomiting blood."

Speaking of this, Miaoling stopped laughing and sighed softly, "this incident also caused a lot of confusion at the beginning, until later your father became the immortal. With the power of xianzun, you can almost block the Immortal Emperor. No one dares to say anything about the size of the fairyland."

"I said beauty, what you said seems to have nothing to do with what I asked? You're a little off topic Roche cautioned.

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

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

"Why? I think king Lin is a good man. " Luoxiu couldn't laugh or cry. "Besides, even if you don't want to marry, what does it have to do with me?"

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