Chapter 828: Peacock King

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 cultivated to become a king with only his body, 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 was 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 stayed for at least four or five years, his background accumulation was a little less 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.

Xiao Chen, who was in the human team, couldn't hear some of the discussions on the top of the Sifang Mountain, unless he spread out all his spiritual consciousness from such a distance.

Putting on the cloak was mainly to avoid some troubles, Xiao Chen didn't want to be known whereabouts by other members of the three great royal families.

As for what Yingqiong was thinking, Xiao Chen didn't know, and didn't bother to think about it.

On the contrary, Xiao Chen memorized the comments of some martial sages around him one by one, and after a while, he knew a lot more about the stigmata.

As long as warriors get close to the stigmata stele for a hundred meters, they will be under a huge pressure. This pressure comes from the mysterious power inside the stele.

Pressure is not an invisible pressure. It will not only affect the spirit of the warrior, but also restrict the lift of the warrior. The higher the rise, the greater the suppression received.

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

But it's not that if you fly high, your name will definitely be engraved on it, and engraving on a stone tablet is not an easy task.

In the past appearances of the Stigmata Monument, there have been many ambitious people who want to engrave their names higher, and blindly increase the height of their own flight.

But when they were engraving their names, they couldn't bear the pressure, and they were shocked back before they finished writing, and missed the opportunity to leave their names.

After your name is engraved 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 invisibly after a thousand years.

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

Only when you become the king and your name turns golden, can you live 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 couldn't see clearly, with a look of interest in his eyes.

The stele is only a thousand feet long, if it hadn't been erected on the mountainside itself, its height of more than 3,000 meters would be as ordinary as it is among the many famous mountains in Kunlun.

But it is such a stone tablet that records all the strong men with names and surnames since the Martial Dao Era 100,000 years ago.

A stele is a Kunlun.

At this moment, the enchantment completely disappeared, and the thousand-foot stigmata tablet revealed its true face. In front of a distance of several hundred meters, the names on the stone tablet could be seen clearly.

The first thing that catches the eye is the golden names protruding from the stele. These names, under the refraction of the sun, shine brightly.

A name is a legend. When seeing the golden name of a warrior of one's own race, no matter who it is, yearning, admiration, longing and pride will well up in their hearts.

Xiao Chen was also attracted by these golden names at the first glance, but when he looked at it for the second time, he turned his gaze to the bottom 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 are densely packed together, the number is hundreds of times larger than that of the golden name, just like the bottom cornerstone of the pyramid.

The gaze moves upwards little by little, the more you look up, the less and less dense the names are piled up. After reaching a kilometer, at most ten names will be engraved on a row.

On the stone tablet that is more than one meter wide, it looks very sparse, and this kilometer is also a dividing point. Only after passing a kilometer can some purple names be vaguely seen.

Two kilometers away is another demarcation point. Looking up, there are all purple names, and occasionally a golden name can be found.

Jin Guangyi, even in the purple name, this golden luster is extremely conspicuous, as soon as it appears, people will immediately notice him and forget the existence around him.

Moving his gaze upwards, Xiao Chen fixed his eyes on a place three thousand meters away. There were only two names standing side by side, one being Lei Di and the other Qing Di.

There is still 300 meters above, where the highest point of the entire stele, but 100 meters above Qingdi is blank.

There are no names, but after passing this hundred meters, there is a large area of ​​golden names, and the density of the arrangement makes people dumbfounded.

There are more than 20 names in almost one row, which is as dense as the bottom row of names.

Those who know the history of the martial arts era in Kunlun Realm will not be surprised by such visions.

A stele is the whole of Kunlun. There is not much fiction in this statement. One hundred meters above Qingdi, there are densely packed names.

It represents the pinnacle of the ancient martial arts era, a glorious era in which emperors were like clouds, saints walked the streets, and kings and emperors emerged endlessly.