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Chapter 909 Who can leave whose name?

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    Xiao Chen, who was mixed in the human race team, could not hear some of the discussions on the top of the mountain. He could only spread all his spiritual consciousness from such a distance.

    Wearing the cloak was mainly to avoid some trouble. Xiao Chen didn¡¯t want people from the other three king families to know his whereabouts.

    As for what Ying Qiong was thinking, Xiao Chen didn¡¯t know and was too lazy to think about it.

    On the other hand, Xiao Chen remembered the discussions of some martial saints around him one by one. After a while, he learned a lot more about the St. Mark Monument.

    As long as a warrior approaches the St. Mark Monument for a hundred meters, he will feel a huge pressure. This pressure comes from the mysterious power inside the stele.

    Pressure is not invisible pressure. It will not only affect the warrior's spirit, but also restrict the warrior's ability to lift into the air. The higher he rises, the greater the suppression he will receive.

    The higher the name is engraved on the stone tablet, the more impressive the warrior himself will be.

    But it doesn¡¯t mean that your name can be engraved on it just because you fly high. Engraving words on a stone tablet is not a simple matter.

    With the emergence of the Stigmata Monument in previous years, there have been many ambitious people who want to carve their names higher and blindly increase the height of their flight.

    But when I was carving my name, I couldn't bear the pressure. I was knocked back before I finished writing the words, and I missed the opportunity to leave my name.

    "After you carve your name on the stele, it will not disappear forever. If the warrior does not become an emperor later, the name you left on the stele will disappear invisible after a thousand years."

    If you climb to the top and become the Martial Emperor, then the name you engraved will turn purple and will disappear after five thousand years.

    Only when you become the King and the Great Emperor and your name turns into gold can it last forever, stay with the monument and never disappear.

    Under the hood, Xiao Chen looked at the stone tablet that was blocked by the barrier and could not see clearly, with a look of interest in his eyes.

    The stone monument is only a thousand feet long. If it were not erected on the mountainside, its height of more than three thousand meters would be ordinary among the many famous mountains in Kunlun.

    But this stone tablet records all the powerful men with names in the 100,000 years of the martial arts era.

    A stone tablet is a Kunlun.

    At this moment, the barrier completely disappeared, and the Thousand-Zhang St. Mark Monument revealed its true appearance. From a distance of several hundred meters, the names on the stone monument could be seen clearly.

    The first thing that catches the eye is the golden names on the stone tablets.  These names shine under the refraction of the sun.

    A name is a legend. When seeing the golden name of a warrior of his own race, no matter who he is, yearning, admiration, admiration and pride will surge out of his heart.

    Xiao Chen was also attracted by these golden names at first glance, but when he looked at them for the second time, he focused his attention on the lower part of the fallen stone tablet.

    Compared with those golden names that have attracted much attention, these names below have received almost no attention.

    But those names were piled densely together, hundreds of times more numerous than the golden names, like the bottom cornerstone of a pyramid.

    He moved his eyes upward little by little. The higher he looked, the less densely packed the names became.  After reaching one thousand meters, at most ten names will be engraved on a row.

    The stone monument, which is more than one meter wide, appears to be very sparse. This kilometer is also a dividing point. Only after passing one kilometer can you vaguely see some purple names.

    Two thousand meters away is another dividing point. Looking up, there are all purple names, and occasionally you can find a golden name.

    ?? Golden light shines, even in the purple name, this golden luster is extremely conspicuous. When it appears, people will immediately notice him and forget about the existence around him.

    ?? His eyes kept moving up, and Xiao Chen's eyes were fixed on a place three thousand meters away. There were only two names standing side by side, one was Thunder Emperor and the other was Qing Emperor.

    There are still three hundred meters above, the highest point of the entire stele, but there is a blank space one hundred meters above Qingdi.

    There are no names, but after a hundred meters, there is a large area of ??golden names. The dense arrangement is jaw-dropping.

    There are almost more than twenty names in one row, which is as dense as the row of names at the bottom.

    If you know the history of Kunlun Realm¡¯s martial arts era, you will not be surprised by this phenomenon.

    "One stone tablet is the entire Kunlun. There is not much fiction in this statement. There are densely packed names a hundred meters above Qingdi.

    &nbspsp; His forehead was covered with sweat, and every ten meters he climbed was extremely difficult. The people in the demon clan couldn't help but sweat, and began to get nervous for him.

    Arriving at an altitude of 2,500 meters with great difficulty, Kong Yuan saw a familiar name. That was his grandfather, one of the only two remaining kings in the Demon Realm.

    With his brows slightly relaxed, Kong Yuan showed a smile, hovering in the air, with a dagger in his hand, and carved his name one stroke at a time next to the Peacock King.

    Stone fragments flew, light shone, and the people of the demon tribe burst into thunderous cheers.

    When the last stroke was carved, a beam of light penetrated into his body, eliminating the pressure he was experiencing.

    In the eyes of everyone in the demon clan, who looked at heroes, Kong Yuan slowly landed on the ground,

    "As soon as he appeared on the stage, he was on par with the Maurya King. Today's young generation is really unbelievable."

    As the first of the younger generation to appear, Kong Yuan's achievement to such a height not only made the people in the demon clan extremely happy, but also made other outsiders slightly moved.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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