Chapter 830: Inheritance for Ten Thousand Years

As soon as the thirteen members of the Protoss made a move, they immediately pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax, exclaiming and discussing endlessly, and on the top of the square mountain, there were also endless discussions.

The complexions of the other races were not very good. The Protoss came to Kunlun from outside the territory. After the Emperor War, they have always had the ambition to unify Kunlun.

Now it's a time of prosperity again, and the Protoss is so powerful that the living space of other races may be suppressed again.

Whoosh!

Maybe it was because of dissatisfaction, and could not see the protoss being so flamboyant, Yan Shisan of the human race, Yuan Xu, queen of the spirit fox king of the demon race, Qian Xun, the follower of the ghost queen, Qingcheng, and the mysterious man of the corpse clan with a mark on his eyebrows, all shot together.

On the side of the Martial God Palace, the most powerful San Shengzi couldn't bear it anymore and took advantage of the momentum.

These people almost represent the strongest of all races, all of them are monsters among monsters, and each of them is a generation of heaven and earth, it can be said that they are star-studded and brilliant.

Every name will become the legend of each clan in the future, shining like stars, and only this stigmata tablet can make them fight together.

On the Sifang Mountains, as well as the martial artists of various races present, they all held their breaths, staring at whether the seven people who shot together could win back a victory in front of the powerful protoss.

At 2,000 meters, 2,500 meters, 2,800 meters, 2,900 meters, and 2,950 meters, seven people lived up to expectations and successfully surpassed the thirteen watchers of the Protoss.

The flying stone chips, the sun shining on the faces of these seven heroes, the picture freezes, as if what they wrote is not a name, but a piece of history.

Thousands of years later, when all the names turn golden, history will become a legend and a myth passed on by future generations.

The seven people landed on the ground and returned to the ranks of various ethnic groups, and there was a thunderous cheer at the scene.

Di Wuque watched this scene, the light in his eyes flickered, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Tianyouxi, what height do you think I can carve on?"

The white-haired goddess Tian Youxi looked at the nameless trace at the highest point of the stigmata monument, she didn't answer, and remained silent.

The thirteen watchmen next to him replied one after another: "Son of God, you have a lot of nature. In the future, you will surely spread the glory of the God Race all over Kunlun, and at least you will be as famous as the Green Demon."

"That's right, when the young devil suppressed our God Race for more than a thousand years, the Son of God will surely be able to equal his name and push the God Race to a new peak."

When Emperor Qing was at the peak of the God Race, he personally entered the Heavenly Kingdom of the God Race, beheading a large number of gods, and even killed four or five god kings who were comparable to kings and emperors.

With his own strength, he knocked down the Protoss from the peak, and then invented the Long Yin Jue, allowing Longmen to restrain the Protoss for thousands of years.

He left behind the title of Green Devil in the Protoss, but his strength is unquestionable, and even the Protoss, who is an enemy, has to admit it.

Being as famous as the Green Demon is not an insult, but a great honor, and all the thirteen watchers think so.

Di Wuque stared at the golden name belonging to Emperor Qing on the stele of stigmata, and said, "It is time for me to rewrite the myth that belonged to Emperor Qing 10,000 years ago."

A ray of golden light shot out, and Di Wuque rushed straight up. After the finale of the seven masters of various races achieved impressive results, they finally made a move.

The golden light, like a rainbow soaring into the sky, flew straight for two thousand meters without slowing down, and it didn't slow down until it reached two thousand five hundred meters.

The light dissipated to reveal a figure, which climbed up a little bit, under the tense gaze of countless eyes. Climbed to 2,800 meters, then reached 2,900 meters, continued to rise, and came to the position of 2,950 meters.

He looked at the names of the warriors of various races here, smiled slightly, and paused for a moment, when everyone thought he would not be moving forward.

Di Wuque's white hair all turned into gold, and the golden hair sprinkled pieces of brilliance.

Judging by the explosive power, it seemed that he was about to cross the limit of 3,000 meters, but when he reached 3,000 meters, his body stopped and his upward momentum seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and he almost fell back.

Di Wuque was not thinking about breaking the limit of 3,000 meters, and began to quickly write his name. Beside Lei Di Sangmu, he carved the three characters of Di Wuque stroke by stroke.

The height of 3,000 meters is as famous as the Qing Emperor, and after 5,000 years, someone finally reached this level.

A large group of protoss warriors shouted excitedly, the nightmare-like name of Qing Mo, and now the protoss finally has someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with it.

The thirteen guardians of the protoss each shot a beam of holy light, forming a colorful arch bridge in the void and spreading to Di Wuque's feet.

Di Wuque stood on the seven-colored arch bridge, looked down, and finally stopped at the human team, and said with a slight smile: "Sorry, you can't continue the myth of Emperor Qing, so Di Wuque reluctantly does it for you."

With the lazy tone and the arrogant words, Di Wuque wanted to take this opportunity to plant the seeds of his own invincibility in the hearts of geniuses and monsters of all races.

"Hehe, Di Wuque, it's not your turn to say this!"

Who dares to refute him in public after Di Wuque is as famous as the emperor.

Everyone curiously searched for the source of the sound, only to see a warrior in a black cloak who separated from the crowd and came out from the human team.

The person who came was naturally Xiao Chen. He came to the Stigmata Monument mainly for the treasures in the monument, and by the way, to see who the real elite geniuses of various ethnic groups are.

There is not much pursuit of who has the highest name engraved and who has the lowest engraved name.

Many years ago, Lei Di engraved his own name in parallel with Qing Emperor. But so what, to this day, whose name is more dazzling, you can tell at a glance.

The height engraved on the stigmata is more of a symbolic meaning. For warriors, its only substantive function is just a ticket to enter the stigmata.

Even now, all the geniuses of all races are chasing this so-called height, Xiao Chen's point of view has not changed, and he will not fight for this false name.

It is indisputable that at this moment, whose name will still be on it ten thousand years later, and whose light will be more dazzling, will be judged by future generations.

It's just that this emperor is perfect, it shouldn't be like this, where is it his turn to continue the myth of Emperor Qing, he has to say something evil.

Under the cloak, Xiao Chen's face could not be seen, and everyone was guessing about this person's identity.

"Our Son of God is talking, is it your turn to intervene?"

Di Wuque engraved his name to be as famous as Emperor Qing. Such an honorable event was teased by a cat and a dog who didn't know where he came from. The protoss warriors at the scene immediately jumped out of the two of them and rushed towards Xiao Chen.

The martial artists who came here to leave their names have the lowest cultivation level of low-rank martial saints, and the two protoss warriors who jumped out looked like middle-aged people.

Their cultivation bases have even reached the mid-term realm of low-rank martial saints, and the spiritual power martial arts of the protoss they each used went straight to Xiao Chen's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, only the two of them came to the front, and the original spiritual power had already turned into a fierce god, escaping into Xiao Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, and carrying out predatory destruction.

If you can't get rid of the mental power of the two people who came in quickly, and kill the two people in front of you, you can seriously injure Xiao Chen immediately with one punch.

The god race's physical body and true energy are not much worse than ordinary human warriors. Spiritual strength and martial arts are just their innate abilities.

Xiao Chen sneered, so domineeringly pouring mental power into his own sea of ​​consciousness, the two of them wanted to become idiots and destroy them directly.

But is Xiao Chen's sea of ​​consciousness really that easy to advance?

The two fierce gods escaped into the sea of ​​consciousness, and before they had time to start their actions, they saw a floating purple talisman. The purple light flashed, and the two fierce gods were cut in half.

The light of thunder and lightning exploded, and the fierce god who was divided into two halves was blown into nothingness without the slightest ability to resist.

The fierce god who gathered the source of the spiritual power of the two was obliterated by Xiao Chen even if he had the opportunity to withdraw.

The two protoss fighters who flew forward suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood when they were one meter away from Xiao Chen, their faces were extremely pale.

"Thunder will, retreat quickly, the source of our spiritual power has been obliterated by him."

The eyes of the two were full of astonishment, and their guts were green with regret. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen actually understood the will, and it was the thunder will that was the most destructive to the spiritual power.

If he knew it, he definitely wouldn't. Boldly inserting his original spiritual power into Xiao Chen's sea of ​​consciousness to destroy it is undoubtedly suicide.

"I want to run now, it's too late!"

The two of them killed him, Xiao Chen naturally would not show mercy, the three heavenly laws in his body poured into the palm of his hand, and with a single move, a gust of wind sucked the two of them here.

The Heavenly Sacred Law wandered in the body, and the Kunpeng Divine Fist, which was passed down to the Kunpeng King, was quickly unleashed.

A huge shadow rises behind Xiao Chen, it is the legendary divine bird Kunpeng, spread its wings, covering the brilliance of this brilliant day.

At this moment, it is all exerted by the law of heaven, and its power is many times greater than before, and the huge shadow covers the entire mountainside.

Hearing the sound of spreading wings and taking off, the gust of wind suddenly rose, and the dust swirled in disorder. Everyone closed their eyes involuntarily, and waited until they opened them again.

The Kunpeng, which was derived from the law of the heavenly saint, flew towards the sky, and there were two protoss warriors who were about to beat Xiao Chen into an idiot. It directly turned into blood, smashed to pieces, and died without a whole body.

He actually beheaded two protoss warriors. The silent scene was completely silent, and everyone's faces became serious.

In front of Emperor Wuque, killing the people of the Protoss, in this era when the Protoss is strong and unstoppable, the older warriors would not dare to do so.

Looking at Di Wuque on the seven-colored arch bridge, everyone's heart sank, they were in serious trouble.

Di Wuque looked uncertain, looked down at the mysterious man in the cloak, and said coldly: "Your Excellency, the shot was a little too heavy."

Xiao Chen's complexion remained unchanged, his eyes were like autumn water, and he said in a calm tone: "The shot is heavy? If I don't have all the skills, my sanity will be wiped out. I'm afraid I'm an idiot at this time."