Two Thousand and Seventy-One I Don't See Xiao Chen

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 up from the peak. The holy mark monument is erected in it, and the relationship between dripping water and lakes is an exaggeration, and it is difficult to trace at all.

Xiao Chen was a little lucky, luckily Ying Qiong was following him on this trip, otherwise, even if he found out how to get there, he would go around and spend a lot of time.

Among the endless mountain peaks, on a seemingly ordinary mountainside flat ground, stands a towering stone monument.

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

On the top of the hills, there are many warriors of various races parked, and all of them are warriors with martial arts cultivation, and many of them are not even low-rank warriors.

Each breath is long and hidden, it should be some idle elder martial saints, or the elders of the various sects and families, who came here mainly to see how far the younger generations have grown.

For them, the resounding reputation in the four directions, no matter how great it is, is not as real as this stigmata monument.

Can it be engraved on it, how high can it be engraved, can it surpass some famous and powerful men in history who have long been famous forever.

This is the only way to truly prove that your talent is extraordinary, otherwise you are a false genius, and what you say is just a false name.

Because throughout the ages, those geniuses with names and surnames in history have carved their names on it, and history has proved their glory.

Their deeds comparable to the legends further highlighted the extraordinaryness of the stigmata, making the name of the stigma bigger and bigger.

At the foot of the stigmata, there are more warriors gathered, counting them carefully, no less than 3,000. Without exception, their cultivation bases are all in the realm of low-rank martial saints, and these are all warriors waiting to leave their names on the stigmata tablet.

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

But on the hills of all sides, those old masters, and some Martial Emperors who just came to watch the fun, all set their eyes on the younger generation among them.

There is no other reason, these young people are the protagonists of the opening of the Stigmata Monument, and those old men and middle-aged martial saints are all foils.

Even if you are unwilling, you can't change this fact.

A martial artist who can become a low-rank martial artist at the age of less than 30 years old must be a genius at the monstrous level, and will only appear in the prosperous age of martial artists.

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

These people seem to be young, but it is a piece of cake to fight across the ranks, let alone the ordinary low-rank martial saints in the late stage.

Even if the middle-rank Wusheng really came, there was nothing he could do to win these young people alone. If one was not careful, the horse would stumble and capsize, and fame would be greatly possible.

A hundred meters away from the stele, there is a faint golden barrier that prevents others from approaching.

The thickness and energy of the enchantment are gradually weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when it completely disappears, it will be able to begin to leave a name.

Xiao Chen and Ying Qiong each wore a cloak to hide their identities, and they mixed in the crowd and looked around.

Among the younger generation, the number of people who came was very small, but there were only four people, and only one of them was personally known by Xiao Chen. Di Wuque, Wang Can, and Kong Yuan seem to have not arrived yet.

That person was Yan Shisan. He was dressed in black, holding the Sky Ice Sword in his hand, standing on one side with a stern expression, his eyes fixed on the Stigmata Monument.

Having settled in the semi-holy realm for many years, and with the opportunity of Tianlu Shenquan, Yan Shisan became a saint, which did not exceed Xiao Chen's expectations.

The other four people, after Ying Qiong's introduction, Xiao Chen finally understood that they were all geniuses from other foreign races, and their powers were somewhat similar to those of the royal family of the human race.

Xiao Chen paid great attention to one of the men with bare arms. If he read correctly, this man is walking the path of physical sanctification.

With his physical body alone, he directly ascended to the realm of martial saints. After asking Yingqiong, he found out that this person is called Kuidou and he is a member of the corpse clan.

The ancestor of the family is the well-known Iron Hand King in Xuanyu, a legendary figure who became a king by relying on physical cultivation alone, but he has already left the Corpse Temple and took root in Xuanyu alone with his family.

As for the other three, they didn't impress Xiao Chen very deeply, of course it doesn't mean that they are not powerful, but they didn't leave a particularly outstanding impression on Xiao Chen.

Those who can be sanctified before the age of thirty, there is no doubt that none of them will be a small person.

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

Xiao Chen looked over, and there was a handsome man in blue clothes beside Kong Yuan. The man's appearance had the unique beauty of Yinyue Linghu.

He was even more handsome than the Xuan Yu that Xiao Chen had seen before, but he had the blood of a king. It dilutes the femininity of the Yinyue Linghu family, making him look more attractive.

"It is said that he is stronger than Kong Yuan. The last time Tianlu Shenquan opened, he happened to be at the critical moment of breaking through the fifth tail, so he failed to come." Ying Qiong introduced to Xiao Chen in a low voice.

Among the five major clans, the Yao clan has the largest number of people and is indeed the weakest, because there are only two kings and emperors on his face, 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 monster martial saints who were present at the scene all stood behind the two of them, following the lead of the two.

The Spirit 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 the same clan, and they have given high hopes. I hope that the two of them can give the Yaozu a sigh of relief and engrave their names higher.

Whoosh!

A gust of dark wind rang above the head, and eight ghosts with uncertain reality, carrying a white sedan chair, landed, the number one figure of the younger generation of the ghost clan.

Qingcheng, the famous ghost woman who had once scared Xiao Chen, came out of it. After she came out, three men and women appeared in the sedan chair.

Presumably, the peerless evildoers of the younger generation of the ghost clan were all brought over by her along the way. The ghost clan had few people but four of them came all at once, which also proved from the side that they were stronger than the ghost clan.

A group of low-rank martial saints belonging to the ghost clan also came behind these four people, gathered together, and started discussing in a low voice.

If you don't come, it's over, this young generation of evildoers, once they come, they won't stop.

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

On the other side of the human race, all the old acquaintances came. As expected, San Shengzi relied on the opportunity of Tianlu Shenquan to break the bottleneck that had plagued him for many years and become a saint in one fell swoop.

In addition, among the original seven giants, Bai Wuxue, An Junxi, and Shui Lingling, who had soaked in Tianlu Shenquan, all became holy in one fell swoop by virtue of this opportunity.

Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if it wasn't for the Po Sheng Pill, which could make him become a saint in advance, he would have been surpassed by all these people.

After all, he only stayed in the semi-holy realm for less than a year. Compared with people like An Junxi who had stayed for at least four or five years, he had less foundation accumulation after all.

It is impossible to rely on the opportunity of Tianlu Shenquan to improve the understanding of the roots and directly break through the bottleneck.

Given a year for him, he can become a saint without breaking the holy pill, no worse than these people, but at that time, the day lily may be cold, and the holy mark tablet will not be opened until ten years later.

Whoosh!

A golden light flashed, and Di Wuque and the white-haired goddess landed on the scene with thirteen lower-rank martial saints from the protoss.

The ray of light flickered, and immediately attracted the eyes of all warriors from all races on the Sifang Mountains.

The only remaining protoss warriors all showed a little fanatical expression on their faces, and quickly flew to gather behind Di Wuque and the others.

Xiao Chen was a little surprised, the protoss is a bit outrageously strong, Di Wuque and the white-haired goddess have long been sanctified, and now they have the cultivation base of a low-rank peak martial saint.

Leaving aside these two people, the other thirteen people who soaked in Tianlu Shenquan last time were all sanctified.

Moreover, the number of their side's team is also obviously more than that of warriors from other races.

"It's strange, isn't it rumored by the human race that the descendants of Emperor Qing appeared? Why didn't they appear? Could it be that they are not sanctified?"

Seeing that the golden barrier in front of the Stigmata Monument is getting weaker and weaker, geniuses and evildoers of all races have arrived, and Xiao Chen has not yet been seen, many people began to mutter to themselves in doubt.

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