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Chapter 908: Monsters gather, Xiao Chen is missing

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    Kunlun Mountain stretches endlessly from east to west, traversing the entire Xuanyu. In addition to the main peak that Xiao Chen has been to, there are countless secondary peaks.

    Even if it takes ten years, it is impossible to walk all the way from the peak. The Stigmata Monument is erected among them. It is an exaggeration to describe the relationship between dripping water and lakes. It is simply difficult to follow.

    Xiao Chen was a little lucky that Ying Qiong was following him in this trip. Otherwise, even if he wanted to find out how to get there, he would have gone around and spent a lot of time.

    Among the endless mountain peaks, there is a towering stone monument erected on a plain mountainside that looks extremely ordinary.

    In the four directions, there are many peaks of different heights, but all of them are more than 5,000 meters high. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and there are endless birds flying.

    On various hills, there were many warriors of various races stopped. From a glance, they were all warriors with martial saint cultivation, and many of them were not even low-grade martial saints.

    Each aura is long and deep, and they should be some idle older martial saints, or elders from various sects' families. The main reason for coming here is to see how far the younger generations have grown.

    For them, no matter how famous it is, no matter how great it is, it is not as real as this St. Mark Monument.

    Can it be engraved up, how high can it be engraved, can it surpass some famous and powerful people in history who have been famous for centuries.

    This can truly prove that your talent is extraordinary, otherwise you are just a fake genius, and your reputation is just a false name.

    Because throughout the ages, the famous geniuses in history have engraved their names on it, and history has proved their glory.

    Their deeds, which are comparable to legends, further highlight the extraordinaryness of the Stigmata Monument, making the reputation of the Stigma Monument even bigger and bigger.

    At the foot of the St. Mark Monument, more warriors gathered. Counting them carefully, there were no less than three thousand.  Without exception, their cultivation levels are at the level of low-grade martial saints. These are all warriors waiting to leave their names on the Stigma Monument.

    But at a glance, most of them are middle-aged people, there are even many old people, and there are very few young people.

    But on the top of the mountains, the senior masters and some martial emperors who came just to watch the excitement all set their sights on the younger generation among them.

    There is no other reason. These young people are the protagonists of the opening of the Stigma Monument. The old men and middle-aged martial saints are all foils.

    Even if you are unwilling, you cannot change this fact.

    A warrior who can become a low-grade Martial Saint at the age of less than thirty must be a monster-level genius, who will only appear in films during the prosperous age of warriors.

    In ordinary times, if one appears, he will immediately become a peerless genius leading an era.

    These people look young, but fighting across ranks is very easy, let alone ordinary low-level martial saints in the late stage.

    Even if a mid-level Martial Saint really comes, there is nothing you can do to win over these young people in a single fight. If you are not careful, you will stumble and capsize, and your reputation will be ruined.

    A hundred meters away from the stone monument, there is a layer of light golden barrier that prevents others from approaching.

    The thickness and energy of the barrier are weakening bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it completely disappears, it can start to leave a name.

    Xiao Chen and Ying Qiong each wore a cloak to hide their identities, blending in with the crowd and looking around.

    Among the younger generation, very few came, only four of them, and only one of them was known to Xiao Chen himself.  Emperor Wuque, Wang Can, Kong Yuan and the others seemed to have not arrived yet.

    That person was Yan Shisan. He was wearing black clothes and holding a Tianbing sword in his hand. He stood on one side with a stern expression, his eyes always fixed on the St. Mark Monument.

    After many years of sedimentation of the half -sage, Yan Luo Shenquan has been obtained, and 130 % of Yan, but it is not expected by Xiao Chen.

    The other four people, Xiao Chen got to know after Ying Qiong¡¯s introduction, were all geniuses from other foreign races, and their forces were somewhat similar to those of the human king family.

    Xiao Chen paid great attention to one of the men with bare arms. If he saw it correctly, this man was taking the path of physical sanctification.

    With his physical body alone, he directly rose to the realm of martial saint. After asking Ying Qiong, he found out that this person was named Kuidou and he was from the Corpse Clan.

    The ancestor of the family is the famous Iron Hand King in the Xuan Realm. He is a legendary figure who has cultivated himself to become a king by relying solely on his physical body. However, he has already left the Corpse Temple and took root in the Xuan Realm alone with his family.

    As for the other three, they didn¡¯t have a very deep impression on Xiao Chen. Of course, that¡¯s not to say they weren¡¯t great, but they didn¡¯t have a particularly outstanding impression on Xiao Chen.Morning stays.

    ¡°Those who can become saints before the age of thirty, undoubtedly, will not be a small person.

    "Kong Yuan, the descendant of the Peacock King, has arrived." Ying Qiong suddenly spoke up: "The person with him seems to be Yuan Xu, the descendant of the Linghu King."

    Xiao Chen looked over and saw a handsome man in blue next to Kong Yuan. The man's appearance had the unique beauty of the Silver Moon Spirit Fox.

    He is a bit more handsome than Xuan Yu that Xiao Chen has seen before, but he has the blood of a king.  It diluted the feminine aura of the Silver Moon Spirit Fox clan itself, making him look more attractive.

    "It is said that he is stronger than Kong Yuan. The last time Tianlu Divine Spring was opened, he happened to be at the critical moment of breaking through the fifth end and was unable to come." Ying Qiong introduced Xiao Chen in a low voice.

    Among the five major clans, the demon clan has the largest number and is indeed the weakest, because there are only two kings on its surface, one is the Peacock King and the other is the Spirit Fox King.

    As soon as the descendants of the two kings and emperors came here, the demon clan martial saints at the scene followed the two men and stood behind them.

    The Fox King and the Peacock King are respected in the Demon Realm, and their descendants are naturally also widely respected.  They have attracted much attention from their fellow tribesmen and have high hopes. They hope that they can give the demon tribe a voice and engrave their names higher.

    Whoosh!

    There was a gust of wind above the head, and eight uncertain ghosts descended on a white sedan, the number one figure of the younger generation of the ghost clan.

    Qingcheng, a famous woman from the ghost tribe who had scared Xiao Chen once, walked out. After she came out, three men and women appeared in the sedan.

    She thought that all the peerless monsters from the younger generation of the Ghost Clan were brought here along the way. The Ghost Clan had a small number of people, but four of them came at once, which also proved from the side that they were stronger than the Monster Clan.

    A group of low-level martial saints belonging to the ghost clan also came behind these four people, gathered together, and started talking quietly.

    "It's okay if you don't come. This young generation of evildoers won't stop once they come.

    After a while, the younger generation of the corpse clan and the younger generation of the human race rushed over almost at the same time.  From the Corpse Clan, Xiao Chen only recognized one Wang Can who had fought against him, and he didn't know the rest. He had only met him once in the Tianlu Divine Spring Pool.

    On the side of the human race, all the people who came were old acquaintances. As expected, the Three Holy Sons relied on the opportunity of the Tianlu Divine Spring to break the bottleneck that had been troubled for many years and became a saint in one fell swoop.

    In addition, among the original seven giants, Bai Wuxue, An Junxi, and Shui Lingling, who had soaked in the Tianlu Divine Spring, all relied on this opportunity to become saints in one fell swoop.

    Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If it weren't for the Saint-breaking Pill that could make him a saint in advance, he would have been surpassed by all these people.

    After all, he only stayed in the semi-saint realm for less than a year. Compared with people like An Junxi who stayed at least four or five years, his accumulation of knowledge was less.

    It is impossible to directly break the bottleneck by relying on the divine spring of dew and the opportunity to improve one's basic understanding.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Even without the Holy-Breaking Pill, he could become a saint, no worse than these people, but by that time the day lily might be cold, and the Stigmata Monument would not be opened till ten years.

    Whoops!

    A golden light flashed, and Di Wuque, the white-haired goddess, and thirteen low-level Martial Saints from the God Clan landed on the scene.

    The light flashed, suddenly attracting the attention of all the warriors from all races on the mountaintops in all directions.

    The only remaining warriors from the God Clan all had a slightly fanatical look on their faces, and they quickly flew to gather behind Di Wuque and the others.

    Xiao Chen was a little surprised. The God Clan was a bit ridiculously strong. Emperor Wuque and the white-haired goddess had already become saints and now have the cultivation of low-grade peak martial saints.

    Leaving aside these two people, the other thirteen people who soaked in the Tianlu Divine Spring last time actually all became saints.

    And the number of people on their side is also obviously larger than that of warriors from other tribes.

    "It's strange. Didn't the human race say that descendants of the Qing Emperor appeared? Why didn't I see them? Could it be that they didn't become saints?"

    Seeing that the golden barrier in front of the St. Mark Monument was getting weaker and weaker, and the geniuses and monsters of all races had arrived, but Xiao Chen was still missing, many people began to mutter to themselves in confusion.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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