"If you want to be reasonable, I will reason with you. If you want to do it, I will accompany you to the end. I am not afraid of others who are afraid of you, Di Wuque."

With a light swing, Xiao Chen spread the cloak on his body, dressed in white clothes, drifted in the wind, looked up at Di Wuque, and his heart was calm and calm.

"It's Xiao Chen, a white-robed swordsman, he has become a saint!"

Xiao Chen, who showed his true face, immediately aroused everyone's exclamation. The news that the descendants of the Qing Emperor had appeared in the world had spread from the Tianwu Domain to the entire Kunlun.

The Holy Scar Monument appeared, and many people were speculating whether Xiao Chen could rush over. After all, he had been a semi-saint for too short, even if he was a descendant of the Qing Emperor.

There are not many people, and it is really a big surprise that he has become a sanctified in such a short time.

"No wonder, he is so hot that Di Wuque's words before really touched his reverse scale."

"Those two warriors of the gods are also worthy of death. At this time, they are not seeking death."

"But at this time, just like Di Wuque's joke is too irrational, Di Wuque has become a saint a year ago. And no one has seen him before. He really takes full advantage of his efforts. Xiao Chen has just become a saint, so he is probably not his opponent."

There were endless discussions, and no one expected that the name-leaving incident, which should have ended, would have taken such a turning point.

After seeing Xiao Chen's face, Di Wuque in the air relaxed his expression, as if he was waiting for him, and said with a smile: "As I expected, you have indeed become a saint. Do you dare to leave your name and let me see the strength of the descendants of the Qing Emperor."

"Look at you and me, who can continue the myth of the Qing Emperor."

Xiao Chen's heart has always been very calm. Even if Di Wuque repeatedly aroused his aggression, he was not very angry. As the saying goes, ten thousand years later, who will shine more dazzling, will be judged by future generations.

The reason why he stood up was to show his attitude and continue the myth of the Qing Emperor. It was indeed not his turn to say this.

On the colorful arch bridge, Emperor Wuque is full of confidence. As long as Xiao Chen dares to compete with him, the backup plan he left behind can ruin Xiao Chen's reputation and even his name cannot be engraved in front of the world.

At that time, not only will Xiao Chen's sharpness be suppressed, but he will also be unable to recover. The so-called story of the Qing Emperor will be the end, and the myth will be continued by him.

Now that Xiao Chen was inspired by his words, the plan was halfway through, and the remaining half was waiting for Xiao Chen to take the bait.

"Di Wuque, it's really not your turn to continue the myths and glory of my ancestors. No matter how high your name is, it has nothing to do with Qingdi, nor has it to me, Xiao. I am not Qingdi, I am Xiao Chen."

"But since you want to fight, I will fight with you."

Xiao Chen said softly, and with a leap, he came to the front of the Holy Seal Monument. The ten meters below the Holy Seal Monument were blank.

No one would engrave his name here, even if he was not good, he would fly thirty or forty meters and engrave his name.

But they didn't know that the years were gone and time was ruthless. The names on the stone tablets were engraved and disappeared. When they disappeared, there were later generations engraved on them.

After thousands of years, no matter how high you engrave it, no matter how long you have no name, who will remember you? Even if you become the King Emperor, how many people will look at your dim light in front of rows of dazzling golden words.

Xiao Chen stood under the Holy Scar Stele, in front of the Holy Scar Stele with incredible eyes, and carved his name at the bottom of the Holy Scar Stele.

Every stroke and stroke is engraved very seriously. He is Xiao Chen, not the Thunder Emperor, nor the Qing Emperor.

"You want to fight for a while, I will fight for you for a lifetime. After thousands of years, who will shine more dazzling. Looking at the descendants of the cycle of reincarnation, who will remember who left the name."

A stone tablet, a Kunlun.

There have been so many sages and sages since ancient times, and countless heroes have been surging. Who would take the initiative to put their names at the bottom in front of the Holy Mark Monument?

The corner where even a hundred-year-old warrior would sneer at it.

A group of warriors at the scene were shocked. On all the mountains, there were dense crowds of people on all sides, and they were also stunned.

Some people were puzzled, some sneered in their hearts, thinking that Xiao Chen knew he was defeated, so he deliberately pretended.

Some people also thought about the meaning of Xiao Chen's words, as if they had understood something, but they seemed to have understood nothing.

The senior sister Shui Lingling in the crowd smiled slightly, and the pretty face of Rou Shui was endlessly beautiful, saying: "Junior Brother Xiao Chen seems to be a wise man. As long as he reaches the King Emperor, his name will never disappear. The stronger his strength, the brighter the light will be. What does it matter where it is."

Under the black cloak, Ying Qiong was stunned for a while in the shocking move of Xiao Chen before smiling bitterly: "This is his style, it's really not interesting to compete for a moment."

The white goddess Tian Youxi moved her eyes away from a blurry place at the highest point of the Holy Scar Monument. She saw Xiao Chen, who was leaving a name below, had a look of thought in her eyes.

If anyone has the most exciting expression, it is naturally the only one that is Di Wuque. He looked at Xiao Chen who was named below and his expression was stunned.

Why do you want to leave a name below? Wouldn't the methods he prepared were in vain?

As long as Xiao Chen dared to leave a name on it, Di Wuque was sure of the moment of engraving the words and immediately used his own spiritual secret skills to fall from the air that Xiao Chen made.

Other gods are afraid of the will of thunder, but he is not afraid. The skills he practices are the highest divine scriptures in the sect and the oldest cultivation secrets of the gods.

Xiao Chen was engraving the words below, and his methods were naturally wasted. His plan to make Xiao Chen lose his plan to enter the Holy Scar Monument in a mess, and it was instantly ruined.

In his heart, Xiao Chen has always been a big concern. In his eyes, Xiao Chen is not strong enough even if he becomes a saint. If he really takes some effort, he can still defeat the other party.

What he was afraid of was Xiao Chen's potential and Xiao Chen's growth. If one day the other party really grew into the second Qing Emperor, then the plan of the gods to unify Kunlun would probably be put on hold again.

If his plan really succeeds, when Xiao Chen was most confident, he would give him a thunder blow and let him be stepped on by himself in front of the world.

It will definitely leave a huge shadow in the other person's heart, and your future practice will definitely be hindered.

Unfortunately, Xiao Chen's nature made his plan suddenly turn into a bubble. He had to wait for a similar plan, but he didn't know what year or month it would take.

"Xiao Chen, I really look down on you. Your courage is just like this. I am as famous as your grandfather, and I am the best in the world. I am pressed down below."

"You are at the bottom of this, what qualifications do you have to compete with me for a lifetime? You, a grandson, look down on your grandfather too much."

Di Wuque came to his senses, smiled slightly, and started to sarcastically at Xiao Chen, implicitly mocking Xiao Chen as a grandson in his words.

At the scene, many people's expressions changed. It was impossible to see that Emperor Wuque's mouth was so poisonous. He relied on his side with the Qing Emperor to mock Xiao Chen like this.

However, the members of the Gods laughed and started to cheer.

"As a grandson, there are so many names, such as white-robed swordsman, and the bullshit descendants of the Qing Emperor, but that's it."

"Pretending and making a fool of yourself, you are really capable, and you will live with our Son of God now, or you will be your grandson."

Xiao Chen gently pulled the corner of his mouth, looked up at Di Wuque, and smiled and said, "Di Wuque, I really look down on you too. Even if you are better than me now, it will only be a matter of time before I get over it."

He gently tapped his toes on the ground, and Xiao Chen took off like a sharp arrow and soared into the air. In the blink of an eye, he reached an altitude of two thousand meters without any pressure.

The speed of lifting off the air was amazingly fast, 2500 meters, 2800 meters, and 2900 meters.

Di Wuque was still unresponsive, so Xiao Chen passed by him and crossed the height of three thousand meters.

There are two types of pressure on the Holy Scar Monument, one is invisibly oppressing the spiritual level of the warrior, and the other is invisibly oppressing the physical aspects of the warrior.

After observing for so long, Xiao Chen had already seen the mystery. His spiritual cultivation was second only to Di Wuque, and his physical realm was second only to Kuidou, the Iron Hand King.

But in terms of who can perfectly integrate the two, there are only Xiao Chen who is the only one who can have so many people on the scene.

Throughout history, he was the only one who could reach Xiao Chen's realm at the lower-grade Martial Saint who had achieved physical cultivation and mental power cultivation at the same time.

Due to physical limitations, Emperor Wuque was unable to pass the three thousand meters limit, and Xiao Chen had no such restrictions.

With a whoosh, Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and rushed over in one breath, fell steadily, and stood at the top of the Holy Seal Monument.

Looking down below, the warriors of the gods who originally mocked Xiao Chen, all of them were stunned and immediately closed their mouths.

The basis for their scolding Xiao Chen's grandson was that Di Wuque stood taller than Xiao Chen, but now Xiao Chen is 300 meters higher than Di Wuque in the top.

According to their theory, it is clear who is the grandson.

Looking at Xiao Chen standing at the top of the Holy Scar Monument, the warriors on the four sides of the mountain, all of them were in agitation, with unbelievable expressions in their eyes.

"This, what's going on? Is the pressure in the Holy Scar Monument invalid?"

"Am I dazzled? Don't tell me this is true. Xiao Chen actually stood at the top of the Holy Seal Monument."

The Wu Emperor who was watching the fun on the mountain and some older saints could not help but flew over one by one, wanting to see what was going on.

The expression of Di Wuque's face changed unpredictably. Just now, he was sarcastic about Xiao Chen being a grandson because of his height. Unexpectedly, he was unhappy in retribution. Xiao Chen stood at the top of the Holy Scar Monument and slapped himself in the face. Now he had no chance to take back his words.

Take out a bottle of wine from the Qiankun Ring, sit directly at the top of the Holy Scar Monument, and look at Di Wuque below.

Give yourself a cup of the island and smiled and said, "Di Wuque, I am all the sages and saints from ancient times. The grandfathers of your ancestors are among them. You have to go a little further, are you not even qualified to be a grandson?"
Chapter completed!