Xiao Chen and others relaxed their expressions, then they stood up, and saw a look of horror from each other's eyes.

At that moment, at least twenty martial emperors shot over, and their eyes were looking at Kunlun Mountain, feeling even more unfathomable.

Emperor Wu is so rare, but more than twenty people appeared on this mountain. Thinking about the strong men hidden in it, it makes people feel numb.

It seems that Kunlun Mountain does suppress the Stone of Origin. Even if the Demon Emperor comes, he will not be able to attack in force.

Xiao Chen glanced at the mysterious swordsman Duan Yi, and a trace of invisible burning gaze flashed in his eyes.

It is said that if you can soak the Tiandew Spring immediately, anyone will be a little excited, but this person's eyes clearly have some other flavors.

Like him, this person also comes from the lower realm, but he was unknown in the first one or two years, practicing in an inconspicuous eighth-grade sect.

It was not until nearly half a year that it suddenly rose and directly defeated a giant seven, and became famous and attracted everyone's attention.

However, that time happened to be the prime time for the rise of geniuses from various lower realms. Not many people would have any suspicion about such a sudden rise of genius.

Duan Yi saw Xiao Chen's gaze, turned his head, smiled slightly at him, with a calm expression without any sign of panic.

I turned around and started chatting with the old man from my sect.

Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze and stopped thinking about this problem. There were so many Wu emperors stationed in Kunlun Mountain, and the other party would never dare to play any tricks unless he wanted to commit suicide.

The battleship was slowly turning around and stopped a flat ground halfway up the main peak of Kunlun Mountain, with a circle of shining light gates on the flat ground.

On several stone platforms before the Light Gate, there were five martial emperors, and the five martial emperors corresponded to one race, human race, demon race, god race, demon race, and corpse race.

Seeing this scene, a fool can guess that the place guarded by the five tribes should be the Tianlu Divine Spring Pool behind the Guangmen.

Not far from the flat ground, there is a step leading to a high place. From a distance, I don’t know how many steps there are. The steps at the end of the sight are hidden in the clouds and fog, ethereal and lively.

Xiao Chen looked around and found that in the air, the imperial-level battleships of the Demon Ghost Clan Corpse had arrived early, but the warships of the God Clan were not seen.

On top of the three tribes' warships, there were no peerless monsters from the younger generation. I think they all went down.

On the stone platform below, the Wu Emperor of the human race saw the warship of the Wushen Palace, nodded slightly to the quasi-emperor of the python robe on the bow of the ship, and then immediately closed his eyes.

The quasi-emperor of the python robe said in a deep voice: "You ten people follow me, don't move the others, just wait here and do it."

Whoosh!

After a casual scroll, Xiao Chen and others did not even have the ability to resist, and were brought up by an irresistible force. When their bodies recovered from freedom, they were already standing on the platform, behind the Wudi Emperor of the human race.

In just a moment, it seemed like teleportation. The strength of the quasi-emperor made Xiao Chen and others completely incomprehensible, which was simply incredible.

Looking around, there were ten young monsters with flickering sharp edges and deep breaths standing behind the demon clan Martial Emperor Ghost Clan Martial Emperor.

When the geniuses of the other three tribes are compared together, they can show that their respective momentums are completely different.

The younger generation of the demon clan had a violent and fierce aura, and each one was unconcealed, as if it was about to explode at any time.

The younger generation of the Corpse Clan all had dark faces, their skin looked as hard as iron, and they looked lifeless. Only their eyes were introverted and they looked at Xiao Chen and others who had just fallen down with malicious intentions.

As for the Ghost Clan, like the Warriors of the Corpse Clan, they are also lifeless, but they appear more quiet and deep.

If the lifelessness of the Corpse Clan is just a manifestation, the inner fury and madness will not be less than that of the demon clan warriors.

Then the warriors of the Ghost Clan were completely dead, looking completely lifeless, and they looked completely unhappy. Their fair faces were as quiet as water, as if they were carved out in the same mold.

It’s a coincidence that Xiao Chen knew the young monsters among these three tribes.

The demon clan is Xiao Tianhoufeng, the corpse clan is Wang Can, who seized the throne of death by him, and the ghost clan is the woman in a red dress carrying a sedan chair with the eight ghosts.

As soon as he appeared the first two, he immediately cast a hostile gaze, but the little monkey seemed to be more tolerant, and the hostile gaze flashed away.

The hostility in Wang Can's eyes never dispersed, and he even demonstrated contempt for Xiao Chen.

As for the woman in the red dress, she never looked at Xiao Chen from beginning to end.

The younger generation of the gods did not attend, so the light gate could not be opened for the time being. Other tribes seemed to be used to the gods' performances like this, and it did not seem too surprising.

"There are quite a lot of old acquaintances. Xiahou Jue is about to enter the Shenquan Pool. Do you dare to make a small bet with me?"

Behind the demon clan, a burly young man with a burly figure with a bare shirtless and light lion mark on both sides of his cheeks jumped out and said jokingly to Xiahou Juechi.

The three saints of the human race began to go out to explore the foreign land very early, and they are quite famous in the entire Kunlun world, and there will definitely be a lot of grudges and grudges.

Obviously, the genius warrior of this demon clan had a story with Xiahou Jue.

Shui Lingling whispered in Xiao Chen's ear: "What jumped out is Tu Ze of the Golden Lion Clan, who is considered the No. 3 figure of the younger generation of the demon clan. He was once placed by Xiahou Jue in a secret realm in the Xuan Realm, and the blood of the spirit demon was circulated in his body."

There were a hundred demon ancestors in ancient times. These demon ancestors were all peerless king emperors. Some demon ancestors were passed down with blood. The strength of their descendants would be far greater than that of some geniuses of their peers, and they also had some talent and abilities.

These bloodlines are called spiritual demon bloodlines within the demon realm, which is a bit similar to the human race that has not destroyed the king's family for tens of thousands of years, and have a very profound foundation.

Xiahou Jue smiled coldly, jumped out and said, "Are I afraid of you? What bets do you think?"

Tu Ze smiled confidently and said, "It's very simple. This place is not suitable for real fights. You and I don't use the Heavenly Saint Law by relying on moves. I don't change into a demon body, and you don't use the holy beast martial soul."

"Just make a gesture like this, the loser will give the other party five thousand black star coins."

A black star coin is about equivalent to a hundred ordinary star coin, and a five thousand black star coin is only 500,000 star coin. With the value of two people, it is not a big deal.

What you bet is not important, it is mainly in front of so many geniuses. If you lose, you will be unable to get over the face.
Chapter completed!