Chapter 52: Taisu Saint Son, the Storm is Coming

Chapter 52: Taisu Saint Son, the Storm is Coming

On this day, the news that Chu Xiu would become the Holy Son of Tai Su spread like wildfire.

The Holy Land was in an uproar.

It was too shocking.

All the disciples and elders were dumbfounded.

"Chu Xiu will become the Holy Son? Is this news accurate?"

"My senior brother Chang Long got this news from the second elder of Tianjian Peak. It is absolutely credible."

"I remember that Chu Xiu had just broken through the Divine Bridge Realm not long ago. There are many senior brothers in the Holy Land who have higher cultivation and better talents than him. Why did they choose him to be the Holy Son?" Some disciples were indignant.

"You should keep your voice down. I heard that the Holy Lord personally appointed Chu Xiu. The

Holy Lord has taken a fancy to him." : "Becoming a Holy Son is like soaring to the sky. His status is only lower than that of the Holy Lord, and he can be compared with the masters of the three peaks. He is invaluable."

"It is enviable. I don't know how many brothers will hate him because of this."

Such conversations took place in various places in the Holy Land at the same time.

A cave.

Xiao Yifeng, who was white and "beardless" and looked more "feminine," smashed his favorite mutton-fat white jade luminous cup.

Gnashing his teeth: "Bastard, why can he be a Holy Son?"

"I am still scheming for the chief of the true teaching of Yunxia Peak, but he has quietly become a Holy Son?"

"Why, God is so unfair."

Xiao Yifeng's pupils were round and bulging, and there was a bloody aura on his body.

He was about to go crazy.

Fortunately, Ren Hongying arrived in time. Otherwise, the internal qi and tendons would go against the flow, and he would be injured if he didn't die, and his original cultivation would drop sharply.

Tianjian Peak.

Jian Lingyun's hair was in disarray, and he smashed the neatly built, dust-free, ancient-style study room into pieces.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"How could he become the Son of God?"

"How could he become the Son of God?"

He was shaking with anger, his eyes full of fear.

I sent people to hunt him down.

If Chu Xiu became the Son of God, it would be easier for him to kill me than to kill an ant.

"What should I do? What should I do."

He muttered to himself, feeling cold all over.

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Tai Su Peak, Holy Maiden Hall.

A stream of white light arrived in an instant.

The man was a young man in white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back and stepping on the Minghuang Ancient Sword. His face was as handsome as jade, and his eyes were as bright as stars. He was like a peerless sword immortal descending to the mortal world, dominating the world and making people dare not look up and look directly at him.

Below, the disciples who followed Saint Bai Susu saw the newcomer and exclaimed repeatedly.

"It's him, the second true disciple of Tianxing Peak, Meng Tao..."

"Sword King Divine Body, outstanding and peerless, he is worthy of being a young God King."

He is too strong. It is said that he just broke through the third level of the Lesser Saint and killed a wild beast, Bibijing Golden Eyed Ape, of the fourth level of the Lesser Saint in the Ten Thousand Mountains last month."

"Incredibly strong."

Meng Tao turned a deaf ear to the discussion below, clasped his hands, and said loudly: "Meng Tao of Tianxing Peak, I have come to visit Her Highness the Saint."

A lazy voice came from the hall.

Let him enter the hall to talk.

Meng Tao jumped down, and the Minghuang Ancient Sword had a spirit. He flew automatically and returned to the scabbard on his waist.

Enter the Saint's Hall.

He saw the saint leaning on the bed and yawning.

She was wearing a plain dress, with a slender figure, a white veil covering her face, and beautiful, clear, and peaceful eyes.

"Your Highness the Saint."

Meng Tao bowed slightly.

"Ha..." Bai Susu stretched, revealing her perfect figure.

"Meng Tao, are you here to ask about the Holy Son?"

Meng Tao nodded, his expression indifferent: "Chu Xiu will become the Holy Son. Is this news true?"

"Really."

Bai Susu said concisely.

Hearing this, Meng Tao bowed and said goodbye. He turned into a stream of white light and left.

He is also a person who doesn't like to talk nonsense.

Soon, Feng Bailin from Tianjian Peak also came to visit the saint. After asking similar questions, he left with an ugly face.

Bai Susu shook her head, yawned repeatedly, and muttered to herself vaguely: "The holy land is in turmoil."

The Taisu Holy Land is in turmoil.

There were many opinions.

Some did not believe it, while others believed it firmly.

Until noon, a message flew out from Tai Su Peak.

The Holy Lord's message was surrounded by fairy light, floating above the void of the Holy Land. When it was spread out, it covered the sky and the sun, like an ancient Holy King descending, with dragons and phoenixes flying together, strange phenomena appearing, and the pressure shocked all living beings. Many people instinctively knelt down and worshiped him.

The monks, who had been in seclusion for many years, also flew out of the cave. Listen to the Holy Lord's message.

"In half a month, hold a Holy Son Ceremony for Chu Xiu, the chief true disciple of Yunxia Peak, and grant him the Holy Son Seal." The gentle and vast voice, like an immortal standing in the sky announcing his will, spread to every corner of the Holy Land.

The voice fell.

The golden message turned into the Tao and returned to the world.

The Holy Land was silent.

Boom~

The next moment, the pot exploded.

There were constant discussions.

That was the position of the Holy Son.

In the future, he might become the Holy Lord.

Let alone the strength, just the identity of the Lord of the Holy Land, the few people at the highest point of the pyramid of the Sky Continent.

At this moment, whether it was the outer sect, the inner sect, the direct disciples, or the true disciples, all envied and were jealous.

Those who admired Chu Xiu and were familiar with him were happy for him.

After the Holy Lord issued the decree.

The peak masters, elders, and disciples of the Holy Land received the order, and tens of millions of people started to work like a precision machine.

Decorate the Holy Land.

The elders took the invitations through the space array and teleported to various places in the human territory, ancient families, large sects, and other holy places.

Taisu Holy Land is a dominant force that rose 100,000 years after ancient times.

One hundred thousand years ago, the last great emperor of this universe, Taisu Emperor, was born. He dominated the heavens and earth, shocked the universe, and was invincible.

One hundred thousand years later, the current Taisu Son Saint King has stepped half a foot into the quasi-emperor realm with transcendent immortal talent, standing on the clouds, overlooking all living things.

His cards are no less than many old overlords.

The news that Taisu Holy Land will hold the Saint Son Ceremony quickly spread throughout the human territory, and even the big forces in the monster territory learned about it. The sky was full of wind and clouds.

To the north of the continent, the demon barbarian territory, the Heavenly Demon Territory.

"It's just to choose a saint, son, but you have to make such a big scene."

A golden ape thousands of feet tall and as huge as a mountain opened its eyes, grinned coldly, and revealed a row of terrifying fangs.

"Order the Butterfly Emperor's daughter to come to see me."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Demon Lord."

The three ancient families are the Ji family, the Jiang family, and the Ye family.

The five holy places are the Yaochi Holy Land, the Taiyi Holy Land, the Endless Sword Domain, and the Yaoguang Holy Land.

After receiving the invitation, the major overlords had different attitudes, and they all wondered why Tai Suzi made such a big fuss.

Then, they sent great saints and one or two outstanding children to the Ten Thousand Mountains in the Southern Territory.

The major sects that received the invitation also set off one after another, fearing that they would be late and cause dissatisfaction from the Taisu Holy Land.

Yunxia Peak, Peak Master

Chu Xiu was dressed neatly.

On the bed, the fairy master covered her body with a thin veil, and her pretty face was flushed.

"Master, have a good rest. Your disciple is leaving."

After saying that, Chu turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait...wait~"

Fairy Master panted.

She called Chu Xiu.

Her soft black hair naturally fell in front of her huge chest, which aroused people's imagination.

"Yeah?"

Chu Xiu turned around in confusion.

Qi Mengdie looked at him and pursed her red lips: "The Holy Lord is stirring up the storm. During the Holy Son Ceremony, someone will definitely challenge you to a fight."

"You should be prepared."

Chu Xiu's eyes moved and asked: "A fight on the same level?"

"Yeah~"

"I know; thank you for your concern, Master."

Pah~

Qi Mengdie's erect//curved//parts felt numb, and the blush on her face was brighter than peach blossoms. She bit her crystal lips with her pearly teeth and whispered: "Get lost~"