The person who spoke was none other than Kui Dou, a physical cultivator that Xiao Chen had noticed specially before, a descendant of King Iron Hand.レ★\/\学.oc★\/\レ
Having just achieved such a high level and being looked down upon by others, Kong Yuan felt sullen and said, "Kui Dou, don't talk nonsense and let your tongue slip. If you have the guts, go and surpass me now."
Kuidou's arms were bare, and his bulging muscles had perfect streamlines. He looked at the names on the Stigmata Monument and said, "Now is the golden age of warriors. If you still measure yourself by the standards of the elders, it would be too underestimated." Own."
Kong Yuan sneered: "What's the use of saying so much? It's still the same sentence. If you have the guts, you can overtake me now."
The Iron Hand King and the Peacock King are both famous contemporary kings and emperors. They are powerful and powerful. The confrontation between the two descendants immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Kuidou said calmly: "You don't need to tell me, I'm just going to give it a try."
Jumping forward, Kui Dou arrived in front of the Stigmata Monument. He stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot and shot up from the ground.
People were like arrows. Relying on the powerful explosive force of his body, Kui Dou flew past the thousand-meter height almost instantly. He continued to rise to a height of two thousand meters before slowing down slightly.
A sneer flashed in Kong Yuan's eyes. The real test has only begun now. The explosive power of physical cultivators is very strong, but what is important here is a continuous confrontation.
Once the explosive power is gone, it will be instantly shaken back by the invisible pressure from the Stigma Monument.
But before the smile on his face solidified, Kui Dou stepped out of thin air with the sole of his foot and leapt forward again, rising five hundred and fifty meters in one go.
Just fifty meters beyond Kong Yuan, Kui Dou reached out for his sword and quickly finished carving his name. When the last stroke was finished, his figure swayed and fell steadily to the ground.
Looking at the name on the Stigma Monument, which was fifty meters above his own, Kong Yuan's face turned pale and he was a little in disbelief.
On the top of the mountains in all directions, many older martial saints, as well as the martial emperors who were watching the excitement, were all slightly moved, and the words "the future generations are to be feared" surged in their hearts.
Next, the younger generation appeared one after another, and various altitude records were broken one by one. At distances from 2,500 meters to 2,900 meters, people continued to engrave their names.
In the past, when the Stigmata Monument appeared, someone who could carve their name on a two-thousand-meter mark would attract everyone's attention and be called a peerless genius.
But the scene at this moment is eye-opening. Many people don't show their expressions, but when they really leave their names, they are impressive and their skills are astonishing.
Under the hood, Xiao Chen's eyes were not idle at all. He took this opportunity to pay attention to some hidden masters of various races.
Leaving a name is not the purpose. After entering the Stigma Monument later, various treasures and spiritual veins are the real purpose.
After some observation, he discovered some clues. Among the four corpse tribe members, there was a man with a mark tattooed between his eyebrows.
This person was silent, but Wang Can's attitude towards this person was extremely humble, and he would lower his head and say something to this person from time to time.
The mark between the eyebrows looks like a flower, a very strange flower. Xiao Chen felt a bit like the legendary flower of the dead, but the mark was too small and he couldn't really be sure.
The woman named Qingcheng from the ghost tribe had already been noticed by Xiao Chen. After becoming a saint, Xiao Chen became more and more unpredictable.
Although Kong Yuan of the Demon Clan has been surpassed repeatedly in terms of his fame, Xiao Chen, who has seen him take action, doesn't think he is any less powerful than the others.
That day, with just one palm, he was able to block the combined martial arts of thirteen masters from the God Clan, which left a deep impression on him.
But what caught his attention even more was the handsome man beside him, Yuan Xu, Queen of the Linghu King.
"The divine warrior is here!"
At this moment, a soft cry disrupted Xiao Chen's thoughts. Xiao Chen turned around and saw thirteen white-haired warriors from the God Clan arriving at the foot of the Stigma Monument.
Whoops!
Light burst out, and the thirteen people advanced together, climbing all the way up. Under the attention of many warriors, they rose continuously, and soon exceeded 2,500 meters.
Exclamations rang out, and all the warriors and warriors on the scene were stunned. Half of those who could leave their names in the 2,500 meters became kings and emperors.
Is it possible that in the future, the Gods will give birth to thirteen kings and emperors
Stone chips were flying, but the thirteen people did not stop until they reached 2,900 meters. Their fingers glowed with golden light and they began to write names one by one.
"Two thousand nine hundred meters. After the Thunder Emperor, no one has been able to carve a name on this place for thousands of years."
"It is said that as soon as these thirteen people became saints, they were named the Glory Watchers by the Supreme God King. Watchers are the title of the Thousand Gods Religion second only to the Protector Elders. It can be seen that these thirteen people are definitely extraordinary."
"These thirteen people are so powerful, what heights should the Son of God Emperor Wuque and the Goddess Tian Youxi reach?"
As soon as the thirteen members of the God Clan took action, the atmosphere at the scene was immediately pushed to a climax. Exclamations and discussions were endless, and there were endless discussions on the mountains in all directions.
The faces of the other tribes all looked unhappy. The God Clan came to Kunlun from outside the territory. After the Imperial War, they had always had the ambition to unify Kunlun.
Now it is the golden age, and the Gods are so strong, the living space of other races may be suppressed again.
Whoosh!
Perhaps they were dissatisfied and could not see the Gods being so arrogant. The human race Yan Shisan, the demon race Spirit Fox King Queen Yuan Xu, the ghost queen Qian Xun's disciple Qingcheng, and the mysterious man from the corpse race with a mark tattooed on his eyebrows all took action together.
On the Martial God Palace side, the three most powerful Saint Sons couldn't bear it anymore and took advantage of the situation.
These people almost represent the strongest people of each race, all of them are monsters among monsters, and all of them are extraordinary people. They can be said to be star-studded and brilliant.
Every name will become a legend of each tribe in the future, as dazzling as the stars, and only this Stigma Monument can allow them to take action together.
On the top of the mountains in all directions, as well as the warriors of all races on the scene, they all held their breaths and watched whether the seven people who took action together could win back the victory in front of the powerful God Clan.
Two thousand meters, two thousand five hundred meters, two thousand eight hundred meters, two thousand nine hundred meters, two thousand nine hundred and fifty meters, the seven people lived up to expectations and successfully surpassed the thirteen watchers of the God Clan.
The flying stone chips and the sun shining on the faces of these seven heroes freeze the picture, as if they are writing not names, but a history.
Thousands of years later, when all the names turn golden, history will become a legend and a myth passed down by future generations.
The seven people landed and returned to the ranks of all races, and thunderous cheers rang out from the crowd.
When Di Wuque saw this scene, the light in his eyes flickered, and a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said: "God Youxi, what height do you think I can achieve?"
The white-haired goddess Tian Youxi looked at the nameless mark at the highest point of the St. Mark Monument, without answering and remaining silent.
The thirteen watchers next to him replied one after another: "The Son of God, with his natural qualities, will surely spread the glory of the Gods throughout Kunlun in the future, and he will at least be as famous as the Green Demon."
"That's right, the Green Demon suppressed our Protoss for more than a thousand years. The Son of God will definitely be as famous as him and push the Protoss to a new height."
When the Qing Emperor was at the peak of the Protoss's glory, he personally entered the Kingdom of the Protoss and killed a large number of gods. He even killed four or five god kings who were comparable to the King and the Great Emperor.
Single-handedly, he knocked the Gods down from their peak, and then invented the Dragon Sound Jue, allowing Longmen to restrain the Gods for thousands of years.
The title of Blue Demon was left in the Protoss, but there is no doubt about his power. Even the Protoss, who are enemies, have to admit it.
Being as famous as the Blue Devil is not an insult, but a great honor. All the thirteen watchers think so.
Di Wuque's eyes were focused, and he looked at the golden name belonging to Qing Emperor on the St. Mark Monument, and said: "It's time for me to rewrite the myth that belonged to Qing Emperor ten thousand years ago."
A golden light shot out, and Di Wuque rushed up. After seven masters from all races achieved impressive results, he finally took action.
The golden light was like a rainbow soaring into the sky. It flew two thousand meters without slowing down. It didn't slow down until it reached two thousand five hundred meters.
The light dissipated to reveal the figure, which climbed up little by little, under the nervous gaze of countless eyes. It climbed to 2,800 meters, then to 2,900 meters, and continued to rise, reaching 2,950 meters.
He looked at the names of warriors from all races here, smiled slightly, and paused for a moment, when everyone thought he would not move forward.
Di Wuque's white hair all turned into gold, and the blond hair shone with pieces of light. He gave a light drink, jumped up, and left quickly.
Judging from the explosive power, it seemed that he was about to cross the three thousand meter limit, but when he reached the three thousand meter mark, his body froze, and his violent upward momentum seemed to be under great pressure, and he almost fell back.
Di Wuque stopped thinking about breaking the three-kilometer limit and began to write his name quickly. Next to Thunder Emperor Sangmu, he carved the three characters "Di Wuque" one stroke at a time.
At a height of three thousand meters, it is as famous as the Qing Emperor. Five thousand years later, someone finally reached this level.
A large group of warriors from the God Clan shouted excitedly. With the nightmarish name of Green Demon, the God Clan finally has someone who can compare with it.
The thirteen guardians of the gods each shot out a holy light, forming a colorful arch bridge in the void, spreading to the feet of Di Wuque.
Di Wuque stood on the colorful arch bridge, looking down below. His eyes moved and finally stopped at the human team. He smiled slightly and said: "I'm sorry, you can't continue the legend of Qing Emperor, so Di Wuque reluctantly does it for you."
With a lazy tone and 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.
"Haha, Di Wuque, it's not your turn to say this!"