A divine light bloomed in Jiang Yun's eyes, and he looked at Holy Son Yaoguang: "Is that all?"
A small black gold cauldron was suspended beside the Holy Son of Light. Jiang Yun's words made him a little confused.
It's impossible for Jiang Yun to know his true identity, and isn't this his limit?
Seeing that the Holy Son of Yaoguang ignored him, Jiang Yun no longer hesitated. The yin and yang divine diagram behind the Immortal King instantly evolved into yin and yang through the fighting holy method, and took the initiative to attack.
"Bang bang bang!!!"
Jiang Yun's attacks all landed on the small black gold cauldron, making a loud sound like forging divine iron. The transition between extreme yin and yang was instantaneous and very smooth.
Even though Holy Son of Fluttering Light's Holy Light Technique is said to be invulnerable to all attacks, as well as the defense of the small black gold cauldron, it is difficult for him to resist, because he has no idea whether the next blow will be yin or yang.
The most terrifying battle broke out. The Holy Son of Shaking Light was beaten back continuously and was at a disadvantage. The two of them entered a mountain range. The terrifying fluctuations were too shocking, and the destructive power caused left many people stunned.
Just when everyone thought this battle would take a while, however, things turned out to be beyond everyone's expectations.
This terrible battle came and went quickly. After Jiang Yun's eighth blow, everything ended.
In Jiang Yun's palm, the Taiyang Sutra evolved into the Extreme Yang, and the nine rays of chaotic energy transformed into a secret attack technique in the "Taihuang Sutra", defeating the Holy Son of Fluctuating Light in an instant.
Yaoguang staggered back, blood continued to flow from his mouth, and some internal organ fragments came up. He looked terrible.
After a long time, he stabilized his figure and his face had a different kind of brilliance.
It wasn't that Jiang Yun didn't want to step forward to pursue the victory, but several Supreme Elders and Holy Masters from the Yaoguang side appeared to protect the Holy Son of Yaoguang and heal him.
Several supreme elders, including the Holy Master of the Jiang family and Grandpa Daoyu, also appeared behind Jiang Yun.
"I lost." Holy Son Yaoguang wiped away the blood and looked at Jiang Yundao with a complicated expression.
Jiang Yun looked at Yaoguang calmly: "I'm waiting for the day when you break free from the shackles."
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the Holy Son of Yaoguang, and he returned to Gujing Wubo's appearance. The divine ring enveloped him again: "I am also looking forward to that day."
If the Holy Son of Light has the courage to break the boat this time and show the mystery of the ruthless inheritance, maybe he still has hope in the future, but if he endures it this time, then his future is doomed.
"Is there anyone else who wants to fight me?"
Jiang Yun stood in the sky. Although he had restrained his divine power and looked somewhat harmless, under the sunlight, it was so dazzling.
No one will be fooled by his harmless appearance. This is definitely a dormant wild dragon. He has defeated the most outstanding young son of the Eastern Wasteland, the Holy Son of Fluttering Light. How many people dare to step forward?
Jiang Yun's eyes swept over the Ji family's divine body, Yao Yuekong, the Prince of Daxia, the innate Taoist fetus, the Yaochi Saint and others.
The outstanding disciples of All Holy Lands were filled with turmoil in their hearts, but they did not show any signs of it.
Many people felt regretful when they saw them but had no intention of taking action.
The elders behind the Holy Son and Saint Daughter have all reached a consensus that it will be difficult for people in the Four Extremes Secret Realm to defeat Jiang Yun unless they enter the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and crush him to death with a large realm.
Of course, ordinary monks from the Mystic Realm of Transforming Dragons will definitely not be able to do it either, and they must be saint-child-level figures.
The saints were a little reluctant, but among the saints, some had strange colors in their eyes.
Seeing that no one came forward, Jiang Yun left a message: "I will stay in the Holy City for a while and wait for your challenges at any time."
Ji Haoyue couldn't help but wanted to fly into the air, but Ji Ziyue grabbed her arm and said, "Don't go."
She was worried about her brother. Jiang Yun had just defeated Holy Son of Light and was at the peak of his power. If he dared to step forward now, Jiang Yun would not give up until he was beaten half to death.
Jiang Yun fell from the sky. The battle had just ended. He had an astonishing power around him. He landed near the Holy Girl of Zi Mansion, frightening the people of Zi Mansion Holy Land to take a step back.
The Saint of Purple Mansion suddenly stood out, as if she was deliberately creating an opportunity.
"Fairy Zixia, this is the script I promised you at the banquet that day."
Jiang Yun smiled gently at the Holy Lady of Purple Mansion and handed over a storybook.
His current demeanor formed an extremely sharp contrast with the monstrous and mighty appearance just now.
This scene was seen by others, which aroused endless reverie. The God King had just married a saint, what did Jiang Yun want to do.
Bullying Zi Mansion doesn’t have a Holy Son now?
However, in the eyes of some female cultivators, Jiang Yun only thought it was romantic, and despite his invincible power, Jiang Yun actually had such a tender scene.
Unlike those reckless men who only know how to fight, many female cultivators can't help but fantasize in their hearts.
Fairy Zixia didn't expect Jiang Yun to still remember it, and handed it to her under such circumstances, feeling a little at a loss.
But besides practicing, she usually has nothing else to do. Her only hobby is reading scripts.
The stories written by Jiang Yun were very innovative and completely different from those she had read before.
"Fairy, don't you want it anymore?" Jiang Yun looked a little sad and wanted to take it back.
Fairy Zixia stretched out her hand like a ghost and took the script: "I want it."
She looked at the book in her hand and felt a little impulsive, but then she thought, it's just a book, what's the big deal, why does she, the Holy Maiden of the Purple Mansion, need to care about other people's eyes when she acts.
Jiang Yun saw Fairy Zixia taking it, with a gentle smile on her face.
Ignoring the murderous looks of the monks watching, he handed a copy to the Saint of Yaochi again, and the Saint of Yaochi took it generously.
Jiang Yun turned around and left together with the Jiang family monks. Naturally, the two Taoist monks he had fought with also came.
Jiang Shuanglan said in Jiang Yun's ear with a somewhat sour tone: "Are the Holy Maiden of Purple Mansion and Holy Maiden of Yaochi good-looking? Can't you give it to them in public, but not in private?"
Jiang Yun held Jiang Shuanglan in his arms with his left hand, and hugged Xia Weier's slender waist with his right hand. He lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Shuanglan's plump part.
He said pointedly: "How can they compare to you?"
Jiang Shuanglan immediately blushed with embarrassment and pinched Jiang Yun gently.
"Hiss~"
Jiang Yun let out a scream in response, and Xia Weier quietly put her little hand over and rubbed it for Jiang Yun.
"My good sister, he is thick-skinned and thick-skinned. Why are you worried about him? We are probably going to have a good sister soon."
Xia Weier was eaten to death by Jiang Yun. Jiang Shuanglan hated her for being such a disappointing sister, so he took Xia Weier aside and whispered.
