A stone tablet and a Kunlun.
There have been so many saints and sages in ancient times, the waves are rolling, and there are countless heroes. Who would take the initiative to put their name at the bottom in front of the Stigmata Monument.
That corner that even a hundred-year-old warrior would sneer at.
All the warriors at the scene were shocked, and the dense crowds on the mountains in all directions were also dumbfounded.
Some people were puzzled, and some people sneered in their hearts, thinking that Xiao Chen knew he was outmatched and was deliberately pretending.
Some people were 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, and looked at Xiao Chen, who had left his name below, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
If anyone had the most exciting expression, it was definitely Di Wuque. He looked at Xiao Chen whose name was written below, and 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 protoss 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 cultivation secret book of the protoss.
Xiao Chen was carving words on the bottom, and his method was naturally wasted. His plan to make Xiao Chen embarrassed and lose his ability to enter 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 Xiao Chen's nature caused his plan to come to nothing in an instant. He has to wait for a similar plan for an unknown number of years.
"Xiao Chen, I really think highly of you, but your courage is nothing more than this. I am as famous as your grandfather and grandpa, and we are all the best in the world, but I am below him."
"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 laughed and started to boo.
"Being a grandson also has so many reputations. What a white-robed swordsman, a bullshit descendant of the Qing Emperor, that's all."
"Pretentious and mysterious, you are really capable. Now you can surpass our son of God, or else you will be your grandson."
Xiao Chen twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, 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 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 lift-off speed was astonishingly fast, 2,500 meters, 2,800 meters, 2,900 meters.
Before Di Wuque could react, Xiao Chen passed by him and surpassed the height of three thousand meters.
There are two types of pressure from 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 Queen Kui Dou, the Iron Hand King.
But among the people present, Xiao Chen was the only one who could perfectly integrate the two.
Throughout the ages, he was the only one in history who could cultivate both the physical body and the spiritual power in the realm of a low-grade martial saint, and reach the realm of Xiao Chen at the same time.
Di Wuque was unable to pass the three thousand meter limit due to physical limitations, but Xiao Chen did not have so many restrictions.
With a whoosh, Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and rushed over the last three hundred meters of the St. Mark Monument. He landed steadily and stood at the top of the St. Mark Monument.
Looking down, the group of divine warriors who originally laughed at Xiao Chen were stunned and immediately shut their mouths.
The basis for them scolding Xiao Chen's grandson just now was that Di Wuque stood taller than Xiao Chen, but now Xiao Chen is three hundred meters taller than Di Wuque at the top.
According to their theory, it is clear who the grandson is.
Looking at Xiao Chen standing on the top of the Stigmata Monument, the warriors on the surrounding hills all started to stir, with looks of disbelief in their eyes.
"What, what's going on? Has the pressure in the Stigma Monument failed?"
"Am I dazzled? Don't tell me this is true. Xiao Chen actually stood on the top of the Stigma Monument."
The Emperor Wu and some older saints who were watching the excitement on the top of the mountain couldn't stand it anymore, and flew over one by one, wanting to see what happened.
The expression on Di Wuque's face was unpredictable. Just now he was using his height to insinuate that Xiao Chen was a grandson. Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen stood on top of the Stigma Monument and slapped himself in the face. He didn't even have the chance to take his words back.
He took out a bottle of wine from the Qiankun Ring and sat directly on the top of the Stigmata Monument, looking at Di Wuque below.
He gave himself a cup on the island and said with a slight smile: "Di Wuque, here are all the sages and saints from ancient times, including your ancestors. You want to go even further, are you not even qualified to be a grandson? ”
When it comes to being venomous, Xiao Chen can't lose to anyone. Now that the other party has spoken, Xiao Chen has nothing to be polite about.
Things in the world are always unpredictable. Di Wuque, who had just been so proud of himself, insinuated that Xiao Chen was his grandson. He was immediately slapped in the face by what he said, and he was not even qualified to be a grandson.
The group of people below couldn't help but smile bitterly. This Emperor Wuque was extremely unlucky. After today, this Sun Tzu incident will probably spread throughout Kunlun.
The glorious name of the Son of God is destined to remain a stain that can never be washed away.
"Di Wuque, on behalf of your ancestor's grandfather, I propose a toast to you."
Xiao Chen gently poured the wine bottle down, and the clear and fragrant wine suddenly connected in a line and poured back downwards.
Di Wuque, who was already too angry to speak, completely went berserk. This sounded like it. Come, grandson, I will get you a glass of wine for your grandpa.
With a flash of his body, Di Wuque gave a soft drink, and his faded white hair turned golden again, and he rushed upward.
His mental strength was able to withstand the pressure, but his physical body couldn't bear it. He barely moved forward ten meters, and it felt like his bones were about to fall apart.
Xiao Chen was waiting for this opportunity. With a cold look, Xiao Chen threw away the wine bottle in his hand, dropped it in the air, and kicked Di Wuque on the shoulder.
The advantage of this kick following the landing of the Stigma Monument was almost at its extreme. Di Wuque, who was struggling to support himself and desperately running upwards, was unexpectedly not in a hurry and was kicked immediately.
With a bang, Di Wuque was kicked down hard. His body turned over several times in the air, and he felt that the bones in his shoulders seemed to be broken.
After this incident, he must have become a thorn in Di Wuque's side, and the hatred between the two parties was completely settled. Since he could create an opportunity to attack the other party, Xiao Chen would not miss it.
After kicking Di Wuque over, Xiao Chen swayed, withstood the pressure and stood on the top of the Stigmata Monument again.
The group of people around were all stunned. Emperor Wuque, the younger generation of Kunlun, was kicked over. This unimaginable thing actually happened in front of everyone.
Looking at Di Wuque in the air, Wei Wei felt a little pity. The kick just now was refreshing, but he didn't have time to use much force and it didn't really hurt the opponent's muscles and bones.
Di Wuque stepped in the air, and for the first time, an uncontrollable murderous aura surged out of his eyes. The terrifying aura spread out from his body, and everyone below felt a chill and was secretly frightened.
"The sword of first acquaintance in Setsuna!"
With a soft drink, Di Wuque stretched out his finger, and a little light emerged from his fingertips. The world seemed to become dark, and the whole world only had that little light.
Suddenly, a ray of sword energy emerged from his fingertips, and all the darkness in the world was pierced by this ray of sword energy.
The sword energy penetrated darkness and light, like the initial light that opened up the world. In an instant, it shot toward 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 from 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 St. Mark 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 he uses all his strength, he may not be able to defeat him. However, there is only so much time to come, and whoever laughs to the end will have his light forever.
The rays of light on the Stigma Monument began to flicker, and the faces of the many warriors who were watching the excitement all became solemn.
This was a sign that the world inside the Stigma Monument was about to open up. Some low-level martial saints who had not had their names printed on them quickly stepped forward and engraved their names on it.
Di Wuque suppressed 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.