Chaotic Sword God

Jian Chen left Feiyun Peak, controlled the Holy Power of Light, and flew towards the depths of the Temple of Light without haste.

The territory of the Temple of Light is very large. Whether it is from east to west or from south to north, it is a million miles away. Within such a huge territory, there are thousands of peaks, among which The ninety-nine main peaks are the most.

As for Jian Chen, he rushed straight towards Zhenshan Peak, one of the ninety-nine main peaks.

Soon, Jian Chen came out of the boundary of Wangtian Peak. He stood with his hands behind his back, and his whole body was covered with a layer of milky white bright holy power, shuttled between the mountains, and sometimes disappeared into the clouds and mist, looming.

On the way, he encountered a lot of bright holy power, and Jian Chen's identity was also recognized by some bright holy masters.

"Hey, this person seems to be Changyang from Wangtian Peak, why did he come here?"

"Changyang? Is that the one-star genius who defeated the three-color Yuandan with the cultivation of one-color Yuandan?"

"Yes, by the looks of it, it is indeed very similar to Changyang, but Changyang is only a one-star genius. If you want to defeat a bright saint master with three-color Yuandan cultivation base with one color Yuandan, in my opinion, this matter is very important. Most likely there are other secrets..."

"That's right, the rumors are not credible. If this Changyang is a nine-star genius, it would be quite normal. After all, nine-star geniuses have the ability to challenge beyond boundaries, but this Changyang is only a one-star genius. It's far worse than..."

"Ahead is Junior Brother Changyang from Wangtian Peak? I'm from Zhanfeng Qizheng, I hope to compete with Junior Brother Changyang..."

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Similar voices came from time to time, and there were not a few people who openly reported their history and asked Jian Chen to discuss.

After all, Jian Chen's defeat of Wen Cheng in Wangtian Peak's arena has already made him famous. Although his name has not yet spread to the temple and attracted the attention of those elders, under the temple, he has almost become a family leader. A household name.

Jian Chen turned a deaf ear to the voices of doubts and challenges coming from all around him, and concentrated on his way, while his speed became faster and faster. Especially when he found some holy masters of light chasing him from behind, he dived into the clouds and mist high in the sky, cast the wings of holy light, and threw them away at a faster speed.

Now, he has no intention of wasting time with these people.

"Changyang was so timid that he didn't dare to say a word. What does this mean? It means he has a guilty conscience..."

"From this, it can be concluded that most of Changyang's achievements on Wangtian Peak are fake..."

Jian Chen's repeated avoidance fell into the eyes of these bright saints around him, and on the contrary confirmed the doubts of these people even more.

Several hours later, Jian Chen finally arrived at the destination of this trip - Wanhua Peak.

Wanhua Peak, also one of the ninety-nine main peaks, got its name because the entire mountain was planted with tens of thousands of exotic flowers and plants, making Wanhua Peak always covered by a strong scent of fragrance. The fragrance is enveloped.

After arriving here, Jian Chen began to restrain his aura, disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, avoided the numerous formations on Wanhua Peak, and carefully sneaked towards the peak of Wanhua Peak.

At this moment, on the top of Wanhua Peak, two women in white robes were strolling along the mountain path covered with flowers, chatting casually.

Among them, one of them was nearly middle-aged, graceful and luxurious, with an extraordinary temperament, and he carried an aura that belonged to a superior.

This person is the real master of Wanhua Peak—the East Lin Qiushui.

Another woman, who looked only twenty years old, looked like a fairy, with fair skin, black eyes, and a sacred aura permeating her body, which made it impossible for anyone to have the slightest thought of blasphemy.

This woman is Donglin Yanxue, with a celestial appearance, and she is also one of the five contenders for the title of Holy Son.

"Yanxue, the battle for the Holy Son is coming, and it will have an immeasurable impact on your future. At this critical moment, you must practice hard in the temple, so don't run away to your aunt. "The master of Wanhua Peak, Dong Lin Qiushui, said earnestly.

Hearing this, Donglin Yanxue sighed softly, and said, "Auntie, your expectations of me are too high, and now among the five prospective sons of the Guangming Temple, Gong Gongxin and Xin Bing are almost close to the four-color element." Dan is in the late stage. When the election day comes, the two of them are very likely to enter the late stage. The cultivation base of Da'an and Shi De is also in the middle stage of the four-color Yuandan, and my cultivation base is the highest among the five. I am the weakest one, and even the elders who taught me in the temple never expected me to be better than the other four to become this Holy Son."

"So regarding the position of Holy Son, Yanxue doesn't even think about it at all." Donglin Yanxue's tone was filled with deep helplessness.

"Don't be discouraged, isn't there still more than two years left? With your talent, within these two years, if you work hard, you may still break through again. Then they are on the same line as the four of them, and the remaining gap is very small." Dong Lin Qiushui, the master of Wanhua Peak, encouraged.

"Within two years, I can only try my best." Donglin Yanxue said softly with her teeth raised, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, obviously feeling the pressure. "Auntie, I'm a little tired, I'm going to rest first."

"Well, let's go."

Donglin Yanxue returned to the elegant and quiet courtyard that her aunt gave her at the top of Wanhua Peak, sat down cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, and fell into deep thought.

"Everyone wants to fight for the position of Holy Son, but if I want to defeat the other four Nine Stars, it is really as difficult as climbing the sky." Donglin Yanxue's heart was full of bitterness, and at the same time, she was unwilling to do so.

Among the five, she is the youngest one, and the one who has practiced for the shortest time, so this time the battle for the Holy Son is very unfair to her.

If she is given enough time, she is confident to catch up with the other four, but right now, the time is really too short.

At this moment, a fallen leaf fluttered over the high wall of the courtyard. Driven by the breeze, it flew into the courtyard where Donglin Yanxue was located, and finally fell into it by no coincidence. In the palm of Donglin Yanxuan.

This fallen leaf is very common, as similar fallen leaves fly down, it is not uncommon, so Donglin Yanxue didn't care at all, and just wanted to push this fallen leaf away.

However, at the next moment, Donglin Yanxue's gaze suddenly froze, and a sharp light shot out from her eyes, staring closely at the fallen leaves. On the green fallen leaves, the textures on them were abnormally complicated and intertwined. , and finally formed a line of small characters.

"When the moon is full tonight, we will meet at Yingyue Lake to help you win the title!"