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A stone tablet and a Kunlun.
There have been so many sages in ancient times, the waves are rolling, and there are countless heroes. Who would take the initiative to put his name at the bottom in front of the Stigmata Monument.
That corner that even a hundred-year-old warrior would sneer at.
The warriors at the scene were shocked, and the dense crowds on the mountains in all directions were also dumbfounded.
Some people were puzzled, while others sneered inwardly, feeling that Xiao Chen knew he was outmatched and was deliberately putting on an air of pretence.
There are also people who are thoughtful, thinking carefully about the meaning of Xiao Chen's words, seeming to understand something, but also seeming to understand nothing.
The senior sister Shui Lingling in the crowd smiled slightly, her soft and pretty face was indescribably beautiful, and said: "Junior Brother Xiao Chen seems to be a really sensible person. As long as he reaches the King of the Great Emperor, his name will never disappear. The stronger the strength, the brighter the light." Liang, it doesn¡¯t matter where it is.¡±
Under the black cloak, Ying Qiong was stunned for a long time when faced with Xiao Chen's astonishing move, and then said with a wry smile: "This is his style, it's really meaningless to compete for a moment."
The white-haired goddess Tian Youxi moved her gaze away from the blurry area at the top of the Stigma Monument. She looked at Xiao Chen, who had left his name below, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Who has the most wonderful expression, of course it must be Di Wuque. He looked at Xiao Chen whose name was written below, and the expression on his face was stunned.
Why did he leave his name below? Then the means he prepared were not in vain.
The original plan was that as long as Xiao Chen dared to leave his name on it, at the moment of carving, Di Wuque was confident and immediately used his own magical skills to make Xiao Chen fall from the air.
Other gods are afraid of the will of thunder, but he is not afraid. The technique he practices is the highest divine book in the religion, the oldest training secret book of the gods.
Xiao Chen was carving words on the bottom, and his method was naturally wasted. His plan to make Xiao Chen lose his way into the Stigmata Monument was ruined in an instant.
In his heart, Xiao Chen has always been a serious problem. In his eyes, Xiao Chen is not strong enough even if he becomes a saint. If it really takes a lot of effort, the opponent can be completely defeated.
What he is afraid of is Xiao Chen's potential and Xiao Chen's growth rate. If one day the other party really grows into the second Qing Emperor, then the plan of the gods to unify Kunlun will be shelved again.
If his plan really succeeds, when Xiao Chen is most confident, he will give him a thunderous blow and let him be stepped on by him in front of everyone in the world.
It will definitely leave a huge shadow in the other person's heart, and his future cultivation will definitely be hindered.
It¡¯s a pity that due to Xiao Chen¡¯s nature, his plan suddenly came to nothing. He has to wait for a similar plan for an unknown number of years.
"Xiao Chen, I really think highly of you, your courage is nothing more than this. Your grandfather and I are as famous as you, the best in the world, but I am below you."
"You are at the bottom, what qualifications do you have to fight with me for the rest of your life? As a grandson, you look down on your grandfather too much."
Di Wuque came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and began to sarcastically mock Xiao Chen, insinuating that Xiao Chen was a grandson.
At the scene, many people's expressions changed. They couldn't tell that Emperor Wuque was so venomous. He was mocking Xiao Chen just because he was juxtaposed with Qing Emperor.
However, the people of the God Clan burst into laughter and began to boo.
"A grandson has so many reputations, what a white-robed swordsman, a bullshit descendant of the Qing Emperor, that's all."
"You are pretentious and mysterious. If you are really capable, you will surpass our son of God now, or you will be your grandson."
Xiao Chen gently twitched the corner of his mouth, looked up at Di Wuque, and said with a smile: "Di Wuque, I really think highly of you. Even if you are better than me now, it will only be a matter of time before you are surpassed by me."
With a slight tap of his toes on the ground, Xiao Chen soared into the air like a sharp arrow. In the blink of an eye, he reached a height of two thousand meters without any pressure.
The speed of lift-off is astonishingly fast, 2,500 meters, 2,800 meters, 2,900 meters.
Before Di Wuque could react, Xiao Chen passed by him, surpassing the height of three thousand meters.
There are two types of pressure on the Stigmata Monument, one is invisible pressure on the spiritual level of the warrior, and the other is tangible pressure on the physical aspect of the warrior.
Xiao Chen has been observing for such a long time and has already seen the mystery. His spiritual power is second only to Di Wuque, and his physical realm is second only to Kui Dou, the Iron Hand King.
"But as for the one who can perfectly integrate the two, among so many people present, he is the only one"Emerging, the darkness in the entire world was completely pierced by this wisp of sword energy.
The sword energy penetrated darkness and light, like the initial light that opened up the world. In an instant, it shot towards Xiao Chenbiao.
Xiao Chen felt a sense of danger in his heart for no reason. He turned slightly to one side, and a weak sword energy slipped past his face, cutting off a few hairs.
Although this sword is powerful and fast, and the artistic conception it contains is magnificent, but under the pressure of the Stigmata Monument, when it came to Xiao Chen, its power was already negligible.
Xiao Chen¡¯s expression condensed, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he looked at the other party with cold eyes. Shi Wushuangjiao is destined to have only one protagonist in the Kunlun world. Today, he and Di Wuque completely fell out.
The opponent is very strong, and even if you use all your strength, you may not be able to win. But the days are long, and whoever laughs to the end will have his light forever.
Rays of light began to flicker on the St. Mark Monument, and the faces of the many warriors who were watching the excitement all became solemn.
This is a sign that the world inside the Stigma Monument is about to open up. Some low-level martial saints who did not have their names printed on them quickly stepped forward and engraved their names on it.
Di Wuque put away the murderous intent in his eyes, glanced at Xiao Chen on top of the St. Mark Monument, and calmly fell into the ranks of the gods.
"Son of God, don't be as knowledgeable as this guy. This guy is just a grandson. How can he compare with you." A warrior from the God Clan saw Di Wuque's gloomy expression and stepped forward to flatter him and try to please him.
Di Wuque's calm expression suddenly erupted, he slapped the man away and said: "Go away, don't mention the word grandson in front of me."
Looking at the scattered people, the thirteen Radiant Watchers all had a speechless look in their eyes. This guy really deserves it. Even a fool can see that Di Wuque is really allergic to these two words. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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