As soon as the Thirteen God Clan took action, they immediately pushed the atmosphere on the scene to a climax, exclaiming and talking endlessly, and there were endless discussions on the hills in all directions.

The faces of other races did not look very good. The gods descended from outside the territory and had always had the ambition to unify Kunlun after the emperor's war.

Now it is a prosperous era. The gods are so powerful that the living space of other races is probably going to be suppressed again.

Whoosh!

Perhaps it was because they were dissatisfied with their hearts and could not bear to see the gods so arrogant. The human race Yan Shisan, the demon race Ling Fox King, Yuan Xun, and the ghost queen Qian Xun's disciples were beautiful and beautiful. The mysterious corpse clan men with marks on their eyebrows all took action together.

On the side of the Wushen Palace, the three most powerful saints were unable to bear it and took advantage of the situation.

These people almost represent the strongest people of all races. They are all monsters among monsters, and they are all magnificent people. They can be said to be shining with stars and brilliant light.

Every name will be a legend of various races in the future, as dazzling as stars, and only this Holy Mark Monument can allow them to take action together.

At the top of the four sides of the mountain, there were all warriors of all races on the scene, holding their breath and staring at whether the seven people who took action together could win back the battle in front of the powerful gods.

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, seven people lived up to expectations and successfully passed the Thirteen Watchmen of the God Clan.

Flying stone chips and sunshine shone on the faces of these seven heroes, and the picture freezes, as if they were writing not names, but history.

Thousands of years later, when all names turn golden, history will become legends and myths passed down by later generations.

The seven people landed and returned to the team of various races. A thunderous cheer sounded at the scene.

Di Wuque saw this scene, his eyes flashed, and a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Tian Youxi, what height do you think I can be engraved on."

The white goddess Tian Youxi looked at the nameless trace at the highest point of the Holy Scar Monument, without answering, and silent.

The thirteen watchmen next to him answered one after another: "Son of God, the heavenly nature is omnipresent, and in the future, it will spread the glory of the gods throughout Kunlun, and at least it will be as famous as the Qing Demon."

"That's right, the young demon suppressed our gods for more than a thousand years, and the Son of God will definitely be as famous as him and push the gods to a peak again."

When Emperor Qing was proud of his pride at the peak of the gods, he personally entered the heavenly kingdom of the gods and killed a large number of gods. Even some gods who were comparable to the king emperors killed four or five.

With his own strength, he defeated the gods from the peak, and then understood the Dragon Sound Art, allowing the Dragon Gate to restrain the gods for thousands of years.

The title of Qing Demon was left in the gods, but his strength was undoubtedly the case. Even the gods who were enemies had to admit it.

Being as famous as the Green Demon is not an insult, but a great glory. The thirteen watchmen all think so.

Emperor Wuque's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the golden name of the Qing Emperor on the Holy Scar Monument, and said, "I should continue writing the myth that belonged to the Qing Emperor ten thousand years ago."

A golden light shot out, and Di Wuque rushed forward. After the seven final masters of various races achieved impressive results, he finally took action.

The golden light, like a rainbow light soared into the sky, did not slow down when it flew straight for 2,500 meters. It was not until it was 2,500 meters that it slowed down slowly.

The light dissipated and appeared in the body. It climbed little by little, under the nervous gaze of countless gazes. It climbed to 2,800 meters, reached 2,900 meters again, continued to rise, and reached the position of 2,950 meters again.

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

Di Wuque's head turned white and turned golden, with golden points, sprinkling rays of light. He shouted lightly, and his figure suddenly jumped away, and he hurriedly.

Judging from the explosive power, it seemed that it would have to cross the boundary of three thousand meters, but when it reached three thousand meters, it stopped and its fierce upward posture seemed to be under great pressure and almost directly reversed.

Di Wuque was thinking about breaking the boundary of three thousand meters and began to write his name quickly. Next to Lei Di Sangmu, he engraved the three words Di Wuque in strokes and strokes.

The height of three thousand meters is as famous as the Qing Emperor, and five thousand years later, someone finally reached this level.

A large group of warriors of the gods shouted excitedly. The nightmare name of the Green Demon has finally appeared as a figure that can match him.

The thirteen guardians of the gods each made a holy light, forming a colorful arch bridge in the void, and spreading to the feet of Di Wuque.

Di Wuque stood on the colorful arch bridge, looking down at the bottom, his eyes flowed and finally stopped in the human team, and said with a smile: "Sorry, you cannot continue the myth of the Qing Emperor, so Di Wuque has to do it for you."

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

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

Who dares to refute him in public after Di Wuque and Di are as famous as Di.

Everyone curiously found the source of the sound, and saw a warrior wearing a black cloak in the human race, leaving the crowd.

The visitor is naturally Xiao Chen. He came to this Holy Scar Monument mainly for the treasures in the monument, and by the way, he could see what real elite geniuses of various races are.

There is no big pursuit for whoever carves the name high and whoever carves the name low.

Many years ago, the Thunder Emperor engraved his name alongside the Qing Emperor. But so what? To this day, who has the more dazzling name, you can tell at a glance.

The height engraved on the Holy Scar Stele is more of a symbolic meaning. For warriors, its only substantial function is just a ticket to enter the Holy Scar Stele.

Even now, all the geniuses of all races are competing to pursue this so-called height, and Xiao Chen's view has not changed and he will not compete for this false reputation.

If we don’t argue for this time, whoever has the name on this ten thousand years later will be more dazzling, and will be judged by future generations.

But this Emperor Wuque shouldn't have been like this. Where is the myth of the Green Emperor his turn to continue? He has to say some things.

Under the cloak, Xiao Chen's appearance was not seen, and everyone was guessing the identity of this person.

"Our Son of God speaks, will you interrupt?"

Emperor Wuque engraved his name as famous as the Qing Emperor. Such a glorious thing was actually joking by a cat and a dog who came from somewhere. The warriors of the gods immediately jumped out and rushed towards Xiao Chen.
Chapter completed!