Time passed, and everything in Jianzong was as usual.
Soon, the sun was setting and it was almost dusk, and the staff of Jianzong had just had their dinner.
In the north of Jianzong, in the sky far away, a ray of light flickered and came towards Jianzong quickly.
Because it is very far away, the light is very dim, and it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Brother...! Hug!" Xiao Tingting is very clingy, just after dinner, she opened her arms and ran towards Xuantian.
Xuan Tian stretched out his hands, hugged Xiao Tingting's waist, and lifted her up at once.
"Hee hee hee hee...!" The sudden rapid rise made Xiao Tingting laugh out loud.
Um---
Xuan Tian just lifted up Xiao Tingting, his body seemed to be frozen, his gaze towards the north suddenly brightened.
A king came from the north, but there was no breath.
However, Xuantian cultivated the emperor's eye, and his gaze was much sharper than other kings. Even if they were separated by thousands of miles, they could still detect the faint light of the king's teleportation.
The faint light flickered, gradually brightened, and quickly moved in the direction of Jianzong.
"What's the matter, Tian'er?" Xuan Hong walked over quickly, looking towards the northern sky, but he didn't see anything.
Xuan Tian sent Xiao Tingting, who was grinning straight, to his father, and said: "Someone teleported here, but unlike Master Mo and Xiao Shao, they would not approach so silently."
Xuan Hong said: "Could it be the king from Tianzhou?"
Xuantian said: "If it is the king from Tianzhou, how could Uncle Mo not find it? If he found it, why didn't he notify? Something is a little strange, father, I'll go and have a look."
"Yeah!" Xuan Hong nodded, at this moment, the teleporting king was already three thousand miles away from Jianzong, and Xuan Hong also saw the faint light that teleported and jumped.
"I'll go with you!" Long Ziyan said.
Long Ziyan is the king of the peak of Dacheng, and has the blood of the top purple blood dragon, and her strength is extremely strong.
Xuan Tian nodded, and Long Ziyan soared into the sky, then disappeared in a flash, and teleported to the north.
The trip of Xuantian and Long Ziyan attracted the attention of all the kings of the Sword Sect. They all looked to the north and saw the teleporting light.
The light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a figure.
When they got closer, everyone's eyes showed horror, and the figure was holding two people on the left and right.
About a thousand miles away from Jianzong, Xuantian and Long Ziyan stopped and looked at the comer from afar.
This is a young man who looks to be about twenty years old, wearing brocade clothes, and holding one person in each hand, it is Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao.
Xuan Tian frowned, Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao were both kings, but they failed to escape from this person's hands, it was really strange, it can be seen that the person who came was very scary.
However, the land of Shenzhou is restricted by heaven and earth, and the Dacheng Ultimate King is the limit of a warrior. A strong man higher than this level cannot come from Tianzhou. fear.
In the same realm, Xuantian has never met a real opponent.
"Who's coming—?" Xuan Tian let out his cultivation base, let out a loud shout, the sound waves vibrated, and he pushed forward like ocean waves.
The young man carrying Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao stopped a hundred miles in front of Xuantian. The sound waves were already weak. He took a breath, and the air waves in front of him turned into calm, and said: "Son of God Sikong Xiang, you are Xuantian!"
Sikong Xiang's voice was very calm, but it was like a muffled thunder, even though they were separated by a hundred miles, both Xuantian and Long Ziyan could hear it clearly.
From the content of these words, it seems that they are asking each other, but in fact, Sikong Xiang's tone is firm, and he has already identified him as Xuantian.
Sikong Xiang came from Tianzhou and learned of Xuantian's whereabouts, so he came to Shenzhou specially to look for Xuantian.
The blocking barrier may have a blocking effect on warriors from the mortal world, but for the sons of God who came from the God Realm, which one does not carry a half-sacred weapon? Although the Emperor of God and Emperor of the Underworld were powerful, they still couldn't stop the Son of God's footsteps with only the battle rules that had survived for thousands of years.
Son of God, Sikong Xiang!
When Xuan Tian heard the word 'Son of God', anger rose in his heart.
"Did you kill them?" Xuan Tian gritted his teeth and said every word, every word revealing the deep-rooted killing intent.
Si Kongxiang threw Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao towards Xuantian, and said: "Two mortals, how could this Son of God get his hands dirty? Xuantian, if you bring up the holy cauldron of chaos, this Son of God will reward you a lot."
Xuantian held Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao in his hands, and handed them to Long Ziyan for inspection. Sure enough, they were not killed, but they were seriously injured and fell into a coma.
Xuantian immediately took out the holy pill of healing and gave it to the two of them.
This is the healing holy medicine he obtained in the Pill Emperor Medicine Garden. It is refined from the Chaos Holy Cauldron. Even in Central Continent, it is very precious, rare and hard to find, and the healing effect is very good.
After Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao took it, their injuries soon improved and they woke up.
"Be careful! An enemy is coming!" Mo Qianji shouted when he saw Xuantian and Long Ziyan when he woke up.
Xuan Tian nodded and said: "We know."
In the distance, Sikong Xiang's voice came, "Present the Holy Cauldron of Chaos to the Son of God, didn't you hear me?"
"It's him, he can imprison the void!" Mo Qianji said in surprise.
"He can still track teleportation!" Xiang Tianxiao's tone also revealed surprise.
Imprisoning the void, tracking teleportation, no matter which one, sounds like a fairy tale, unreasonable.
Even Xuantian, with the Holy Cauldron of Chaos, can only confine the void, track and teleport, and has never even heard of it.
Xuan Tian made a gesture, asking Long Ziyan to take Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao to retreat, while he took a few steps forward and said, "Who is Sikong Ding?"
Long Ziyan understood, and immediately retreated towards Jianzong with Mo Qianji and Xiang Tianxiao.
Sikong Xiang's voice began to reveal a hint of coldness, and said: "Mortal, don't you understand the words of the Son of God? If you offer the Holy Cauldron of Chaos, the Son of God will reward you heavily. If not, mortals, even if you are an ant The Son of God disdains to take your humble life, so he will also crush you to death."
"Sikong Xiang, in the God Realm, you are the Son of God. In the Mortal Realm, you are no different from me. If I am humble, why do you have nobility? If you want the Holy Cauldron of Chaos, it depends on your qualifications." Xuan Tianleng soundtrack.
Sikong Xiang's anger was burning, and his aura began to be exposed, Xuantian could see that the aura he revealed was only at the level of a Dacheng ultimate king.
In the same realm, Xuantian is not afraid of anyone, and the Son of God is no exception.
The belief of invincibility is unshakable in Xuantian's heart, no matter who the opponent is, whether it is Shenzi or Mingzi.
"Hmph...! Why should I be more noble than you? Although I was sent to the mortal realm at birth, I was born in the god realm. I was destined to become a god in the future, and my father is a main god, while you, a mere mortal , the ancestors and generations are all humble mortals, in the eyes of this God Son, they are no different from ants."
Sikong Xiang's expression was calm, his head was raised slightly, and there was a kind of contempt in his eyes, which was an innate noble demeanor, looking at all beings in the mortal world, it was like looking at a group of ants, "Xuantian, I have heard your words The deeds are outstanding among mortals.
But an ant is an ant, and to stand out among a group of ants is just a strong ant!
What is this to the Son of God? Although the land of Shenzhou is limited by the heaven and earth, the highest realm of a warrior can only be the Dacheng Ultimate King, and the cultivation of this god son can only be displayed in the realm of the Dacheng Ultimate King, but it is still easy to trample an ant to death. "
When speaking, Sikong Xiang always maintained a high-ranking demeanor.
This is not a deliberate act of pretending, but an innate mentality. He was born in the God Realm, and anyone in the Mortal Realm is just an ant in his eyes.
Xuantian said coldly: "Noble Son of God, then you will die under the hands of me, an ant!"
"Hahahaha...!" Sikong Xiang suddenly laughed wildly, and said to the sky, "Everyone in the God Realm, have you all seen it? Hahaha...! An ant, he said he wanted to kill God!"
After laughing, Sikong Xiang's eyes suddenly locked on Xuantian, with a murderous look, "God, located on the top of the sky, high above, ants can only touch and worship, as an ant, if you say such words, you are treasonous, this is To defy the sky, you are defying the god kings of the heavens above the sky."
"You think you are a noble god, and I am a humble ant. Do whatever you want. You go your way, and I cross my single-plank bridge. We don't cross the river. It has nothing to do with you, but don't put on a show in front of me." Noble, in my eyes, there is only the difference between the living and the dead, if you want to bully me, I will turn you into a dead person! Understand?" Xuantian raised his chin.
Sikong Xiang sneered, and said: "You also know the difference between the living and the dead. As an ant, if you want to live, you should have the consciousness of an ant, otherwise the noble Son of God doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and crushing a lowly one to death." Ants, sacred objects like the Holy Cauldron cannot be touched by ants, it is your life-threatening talisman, mortals, if they want to live, they should obediently offer the Holy Cauldron of Chaos, if they dare to rebel against the gods, they will die without a place to die.”
"The Holy Cauldron of Chaos is mine. If the gods want to take it, I will go against it, so what!" Xuantian strode forward with a big chest, and walked forward as he said.
Suddenly there was an imperial sword in his hand, and he pointed at the sky and said: "I swear with this sword, whoever dares to take away my holy cauldron, I will kill him, I will not hesitate to go against the sky and kill the gods!"
"Enough...! Ant, you are looking for death!" Sikong Xiang shouted loudly, and with a flash of his figure, he teleported forward tens of miles.
In the next instant, Sikong Xiang's figure appeared six kilometers in front of Xuantian.
His body was affected by the imprisoning void of the holy cauldron of chaos, so he couldn't teleport. If it was Xuantian's defensive force field, it would be able to block the teleported people at most three thousand meters away.
"Yin and Yang split into space...!"
Sikong Xiang pressed down his palm, and an incomparably huge phantom palm print appeared in the sky, more than a thousand meters long, and covered Xuantian.