Chapter 207 The agreement is established, the Devouring Gods and Demons Art is obtained, the origin of the Senluo Continent

Jun Xiaoyao's words made Yan Qingying's face change slightly.

Forever and ever, this word is very strong.

If Yan Qingying agreed, it means that she will be Jun Xiaoyao's forever.

From then on, there is only Jun Xiaoyao as the master, and Jun Xiaoyao's mark is all over her body and blood.

This condition seems very harsh, but it also depends on who proposed it.

No one would be willing to submit to a mediocre person.

But is Jun Xiaoyao a mediocre person?

Not only is he not a mediocre person, but he is extraordinary and peerless. Looking at the fairyland, he is the most noble person.

Submitting to such a being is not only not humiliating, but also an honor.

Even if it is to be Jun Xiaoyao's slave, there are people willing to rush to be it.

Su Ziqiong is a vivid example.

At this moment, Su Ziqiong's eyes are red with jealousy.

She finally got a chance to become Jun Xiaoyao's slave.

As a result, this girl named Yan Qingying was actually qualified to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

Slave, follower, these two statuses are very different.

Not only Su Ziqiong, but also the monks in the Battle Demon Palace were all envious.

Following the young adults of the fairyland, they will definitely be brought to the fairyland in the future and soar into the sky.

Yan Qingying did not expect that Jun Xiaoyao would make this condition.

This is even a preferential treatment for her.

Yan Qingying thought that Jun Xiaoyao would make more excessive conditions.

But she thought about it again. If it weren't for her identity as the successor of the Devouring God Demon Art, Jun Xiaoyao probably wouldn't even look at her.

Women?

Greedy body?

With Jun Xiaoyao's status and position, would he lack women?

Yan Qingying still had some self-knowledge. Although she was beautiful, Jun Xiaoyao would never look down on her.

The only thing that made her valuable was her identity as the successor of the Devouring God Demon Art.

Jun Xiaoyao did think so.

So far, apart from Jun Zhangjian and others, he has only one true follower, Yi Yu, the descendant of the ancient imperial clan.

Now he has finally met a girl who defies the heavens. If he can be accepted as a follower, that would be great.

Jun Xiaoyao had never intended to kill all the ten sons who defy the heavens.

As long as the sons who defy the heavens do not provoke him, Jun Xiaoyao will not call for fighting and killing, but will have the intention to subdue them.

After all, this son who defies the heavens has the luck of the world in one body. If he is well trained, he will definitely become a powerful person in the future.

Jun Xiaoyao also has the idea of ​​training a group of eight tribes of gods like his father.

And Yan Qingying's personality is a little different.

When other women see Jun Xiaoyao, they all become bitches and keep licking him, which makes Jun Xiaoyao a little annoyed.

This Yan Qingying has a cold personality. Because of the Devouring Gods and Demons, she also has some dark, cold and domineering temperament.

Such a girl, shouldn't she turn into a bitch and lick him, right?

Yan Qingying exhaled lightly.

Although not big, her beautifully shaped chest rose and fell slightly.

"Okay, Qingying promises you, as long as the Son of the Fallen God dies, Qingying will follow you forever!" Yan Qingying bowed to Jun Xiaoyao.

The reason why she asked Jun Xiaoyao to kill the Son of the Fallen God.

Because with her own strength, she might be able to kill the Son of the Fallen God in the future.

But I don't know how long it will take.

Yan Qingying's hatred for the Son of the Fallen God has reached its peak.

She wished that the Son of the Fallen God would die tragically in front of her immediately!

"Okay, since you agreed, then this Son of the God will naturally do what I promised you." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

The Son of the Fallen God had already accepted the challenge, and he and the Son of the Fallen God would have to fight after all.

For Jun Xiaoyao, there was no difference between defeating and killing.

Others didn't dare to kill the Fallen Son of God, but that didn't mean Jun Xiaoyao didn't dare to do it either.

Afterwards, Jun Xiaoyao dismissed everyone, leaving only Yan Qingying.

"Hand over the Devouring God and Demon Art." Jun Xiaoyao said.

Yan Qingying nodded slightly, she believed that Jun Xiaoyao would not break his promise to a small person like her.

She also passed on the method of Devouring God and Demon Art to Jun Xiaoyao.

With Jun Xiaoyao's evil talent, he naturally accepted it quickly.

He savored it carefully and was secretly amazed.

Devouring God and Demon Art is indeed a magic skill that resounds throughout the fairyland, and its power is extremely domineering.

Absorbing the heaven and earth, swallowing gods and demons, and refining all things.

To some extent, it is similar to the Hell Furnace derived from the Divine Elephant Prison Power.

However, the Hell Furnace is obviously not as domineering as the Devouring God and Demon Art.

And the Devouring God and Demon Art has another special feature, which is that it can bounce back the power of the absorbed and swallowed magical power.

This is something.

After Jun Xiaoyao carefully comprehended it, he slowly raised his hand.

As his magic power was activated, a small black vortex appeared on his palm.

This small vortex exuded a suction force, swallowing the surrounding matter.

"It succeeded?"

Yan Qingying opened her beautiful eyes wide, with an expression of surprise.

Even for her, the descendant of the Devouring God Magic Art, it took a long time to initially comprehend the Devouring God Magic Art.

Her brother, who was extremely talented, spent a lot of time before he could barely perform it.

And Jun Xiaoyao, who had just obtained the Devouring God Magic Art, was able to perform it after only a short period of comprehension.

This gap was too big, which made Yan Qingying feel incredible.

She finally understood how evil Jun Xiaoyao's talent was!

In front of Jun Xiaoyao, she, the descendant of the Devouring God Magic Art, was really nothing.

"Yes, I have gained something." Jun Xiaoyao nodded.

When he saw Yan Qingying's surprised look, he knew that the successor of the Devouring God Magic Art was hit hard.

"I am not a human being, don't compare with me." Jun Xiaoyao said casually.

Yan Qingying: "..."

After calming down, Yan Qingying hesitated slightly, and then urged the magic power in her body.

A ball of colorful matter with a wisp of blood-colored breath emerged.

It was the world origin of Senluo Continent.

"You are..." Jun Xiaoyao looked at Yan Qingying.

"Qingying believes that with the strength of the young master, the conditions should be met. In this case, Qingying should also be sincere."

"Qingying knows that she doesn't have much that the young master likes. Please accept this ball of world origin."

Yan Qingying's tone was clear and cold, but with a firm look.

She still understood the principle of giving a peach and returning a plum.

Jun Xiaoyao paused, and then accepted the ball of world origin without hesitation.

He would go to the Heroic Spirit Altar in the future to open up a path to use his body as a seed, so he would need as much world origin as possible.

However, Jun Xiaoyao was unwilling to take advantage of Yan Qingying.

He said, "You have the Devouring God and Demon Skill, which can swallow and refine everything. I will not take advantage of you. After I defeat the Fallen Son of God, I will suppress him and refine him for you."

Jun Xiaoyao's tone was very casual.

But what he said was enough to shock people.

How could the dignified Fallen Son of God become so insignificant in Jun Xiaoyao's mouth?

"Thank you, sir!"

Yan Qingying couldn't ask for more.

She hated the Fallen Son of God to the core, and being able to torture him with her own hands and send him to hell was much more important than any world origin.

I'm afraid even the Fallen Son of God didn't expect it.

Before the war started, Jun Xiaoyao had already begun to arrange how to deal with him.