Chapter 201 The Son of Heaven Died? The Doubts of the Fallen Son of God, the Seventh Master of the Battle Demon Palace

Huangquan Saint, Xue Shura, and Tianmingzi are the top geniuses of Huangquan Valley, Shura Sect, and Tiansha Sect.

Like the young man in black armor, they are the pinnacle of the young generation of Senluo Continent.

"I didn't expect that Yan Fei, the heir of the Battle Demon Palace, is actually the heir of the Devouring God Demon Art. It's really unexpected." Huangquan Saint said with a cold smile.

This black armored young man, named Yan Fei, is the most outstanding genius of the Battle Demon Palace in the contemporary era.

And the blind girl is his sister, Yan Qingying.

"I didn't expect that your three major sects would become the lackeys of the geniuses in the Immortal Realm!" Yan Fei scolded coldly.

Hearing this, Huangquan Saint and others looked a little unnatural.

Although this is true, can you not call him lackeys so unpleasant?

"Humph, how could you know how powerful Lord Fallen Son of God is? In this lower world, no one dares to provoke Lord Fallen Son of God." Huangquan Saint said coldly.

"That's right. It's your honor to be noticed by Lord Fallen Son of God. Surrender and follow us." Tian Mingzi also said.

"If I can survive, I must kill that Fallen Son of God with my own hands!" Yan Fei's dark eyes were cold.

He suddenly turned his head and said to an old man beside him: "Elder, please take Qingying away. I'll block here!"

"Yan Fei, you... well, okay." The elder was also very decisive and retreated with Yan Qingying directly.

"No... Brother..." Yan Qingying's face suddenly changed. He wanted to stay, but was still forcibly taken away by the elder.

"Qingying, run away quickly, don't worry about me!"

After Yan Fei shouted coldly, he turned around and killed Huangquan Shengzi and the other three.

Originally, with his strength, he was only about the same as Huangquan Shengzi and others.

But at this moment, Yan Fei raised his hand and a dark vortex emerged, as if it could swallow everything.

His dark eyes also exuded an aura of swallowing everything.

"It is indeed the Devouring God and Demon Power!" Huang Quan Shengzi and others were very excited.

If they could catch Yan Fei and then suppress him, wouldn't they be great heroes?

At that time, the Fallen God Son would definitely reward them, and maybe even take them to the fairyland.

"Kill!"

Huang Quan Shengzi and the other two also took action.

Some monks from the Battle Demon Hall chose to stay and block the strong men from the three major sects.

Just when Yan Qingying had already evacuated the back mountain.

Suddenly, a shocking explosion sounded, and at the same time, there were also the terrifying roars of Huang Quan Shengzi and others.

"Yan Fei, you are really crazy, you actually blew yourself up and didn't even want your life!"

As this scream fell, Yan Fei blew himself up and died together with Huang Quan Shengzi and others.

"Brother..." Yan Qingying screamed, feeling grief in her heart.

"Qingying, let's go!" The elder's eyes also showed a trace of sadness.

The whole battle lasted for several days.

After all, the Battle Demon Hall was outnumbered. Except for a few people who escaped, most of the monks of the Battle Demon Hall died.

Of course, the three major sects and other forces also suffered huge losses.

Even the top geniuses such as Huangquan Saint Son died.

But what made the three major sects panic was that the person that the Fallen God Son wanted, Yan Fei, the successor of the Devouring God Demon Art, had actually exploded and died.

This made the three major sects uneasy.

But they could only bite the bullet and report.

...

In the palace, on the white bone throne, the Fallen God Son did not say a word after hearing the news.

Below, the monks of the three major sects were sweating profusely, and their legs were trembling.

"Please spare my life, sir. Yan Fei wants to self-destruct, and we can't do anything about it." The cultivators of the three major sects knelt down in unison.

But to their surprise, the Fallen Son of God did not seem to be furious.

"No... something is wrong." The Fallen Son of God muttered to himself.

"It is said that there is a legend of the Ten Sons of Heaven in the lower world, and the luck of a world will be gathered on one person."

"Logically speaking, Yan Fei, the successor of the Devouring God Magic Art, should be the Son of Heaven in Senluo Continent. How could he die so easily?"

"Shouldn't he find a way to survive and then take revenge on me?"

The Fallen Son of God was thinking.

The Fallen Palace is also an immortal force with a deep foundation, and knows many secrets.

As the young supreme of the Fallen Palace, the Fallen Son of God naturally knows a lot of news.

He has also heard about the news of the Ten Sons of Heaven.

But did the Son of Heaven in Senluo Continent die too easily?

After a brief thought, the Fallen Son of God said indifferently: "You said that a small number of remnants of the Battle Demon Hall have escaped?"

"Yes, that's right, a small number of people have escaped, including Yan Fei's sister, Yan Qingying." The cultivators of the three major sects replied.

"Huh? The sister of the heir of the Devouring God Magic Art?" The Fallen Son of God raised his eyebrows.

Then, he said: "You have seven days to find all the remnants of the Battle Demon Hall, especially Yan Fei's sister, and you must keep her alive!"

"Yes!"

The cultivators of the three major sects responded in unison and left.

"Did I guess wrong at the beginning? But Yan Fei did perform the Devouring God Magic Art..."

"It doesn't matter. As long as we catch everyone related to him, everything will be clear." The Fallen Son of God sneered.

He must get the Devouring God Magic Art.

Just when the entire Senluo Continent was in chaos.

In a desolate mountain, there is an ancient teleportation array filled with thick dust.

This teleportation array, which had not been activated for a long time, suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

Then, the void twisted and a line of figures appeared.

It was Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped out of the golden carriage, looked around, and asked: "Which world is this?"

"Son of God, this should be the Senluo Continent. We need to pass through this world to go to the Qianlong Continent." Dongxuan Patriarch replied.

"Is that so? Then we will transfer directly to the Qianlong Continent." Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand.

At this time, the middle-aged man wearing black armor, like a demon god, hesitated a little, with a look of wanting to say something but stopping.

"Are you okay?" Jun Xiaoyao noticed the man's expression and asked.

Dongxuan Patriarch smiled and said: "Young Master, you don't know that this Senluo Continent is Brother Gu Yuan's hometown."

"So that's it." Jun Xiaoyao nodded slightly, and then he understood why Gu Yuan showed such an expression.

Gu Yuan bowed slightly and said, "Sir, to be honest, I was once the seventh-generation master of the Battle Demon Hall in Senluo Continent. Now that I have come to my hometown, I can't help but feel a little sentimental."

"Of course, my business is still the most important. We can go directly to Qianlong Continent." Gu Yuan replied.

He didn't dare to delay Jun Xiaoyao's trip because of his personal affairs.

"It's okay. You have been with me for so long, and it's hard. Now that you are in your hometown, let's go to the Battle Demon Hall." Jun Xiaoyao smiled lightly.

"Thank you, sir!" Gu Yuan bowed with gratitude.

Next, they set off and randomly found a cultivator to ask about the location of the Battle Demon Hall.

However, what they asked made Gu Yuan's expression change suddenly.

"What did you say, the Battle Demon Hall was destroyed?"