Great Emperor Myriad

"this is?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed. When he climbed over several mountains and came to the place where the light was surging, he realized that there was a mysterious hill in front of him, exuding colorful light, as if it was the place where gods were born, rising up countless Of aura.[Reading the latest chapters]

This is a colorful mountain!

There was immense silence all around, and when Ling Xiao walked towards the colorful mountain, even his own heartbeat was extremely clear.

It seemed that all the sounds from the outside world had disappeared.

Ling Xiao slowly walked towards the front, the colorful mountain actually seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, the heavens and the earth were connected, like a god through the sky, extremely terrifying.

"It's not that the colorful mountain is getting bigger, but the power of space. The colorful mountain is originally hidden in an inexplicable time and space!"

A trace of enlightenment flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he felt that the breath of the void around him seemed to have changed.

Buzz!

The surrounding clouds are misty, all emitting colorful light, and there are strange flowers and plants on the sacred mountain, exuding a fragrant atmosphere.

A white jade stone steps appeared in front of Ling Xiao, winding up like nine layers of clouds, and the goal was the end of the colorful mountain.

Rumble!

As if suppressed by a horrible aura, Ling Xiao instantly trembled, as if it was an inexplicable force of law, overwhelming and terrifying.

Ling Xiao trembled all over, as if he was about to kneel down under pressure.

Moreover, above the colorful mountain, there seems to be a terrifying murderous intent against Ling Xiao, as if to wipe out his true spirit.

The law fluctuates, is ethereal, mysterious, ancient and vast, with a supreme and holy breath, and a sense of immortality.

"This is... the breath of the gods? Is this the road to the gods?"

Ling Xiao's voice trembled a little, and his eyes were full of incredible expressions.

Ten thousand years ago, Ling Xiao was the world's first titled supreme, a peerless powerhouse who touched the realm of gods. He had wanted to break into the realm of gods countless times, and wanted to ascend the eternal god realm in the legend.

That kind of breath and fluctuation made Ling Xiao's memory deep, and at this moment on top of this colorful mountain, Ling Xiao even felt that power and fluctuation.

Buzz!

The wordless sky exudes a mysterious wave, slowly enveloping Ling Xiao, and the feeling of oppression disappears immediately.

Ling Xiao's body was free again.

Ling Xiao took the first step along the white jade steps.

Boom!

When Ling Xiao stood above the white jade stone steps, the world suddenly roared, and the thunder was vast, and Ling Xiao seemed to instantly turn into a mysterious starry sky.

Only the colorful mountain in front of him and the white jade stone steps leading up to the nine heavens, other than that, the surroundings are empty and mysterious, and nothing exists.

Ling Xiao's gaze was solemn, and this colorful mountain exuded an immortal wave that was beyond his understanding.

When Ling Xiao stepped up, he felt that every step under his feet was extremely difficult, and every step he took would have the power of a terrifying law.

If it weren't for Wuzitian's power, I'm afraid that Ling Xiao would have been crushed into powder with this simple step.

It was quiet all around.

Ling Xiao slowly climbed up the steps, and there began to be withered bones under his feet, and broken weapons appeared, with an aura of ruin.

"At least more than one hundred thousand years, and at least all powerhouses in the Supreme Realm!"

Ling Xiao's eyes shook, and he carefully inspected the bones and weapons, and found that these bones were all earth-shattering big people before his death.

And the years are so far away, so long that even the bones of the supreme have no divine nature, and the supreme tools have turned into scrap copper and rotten iron.

Ling Xiao became more and more suspicious, is this colorful mountain really the road to the gods?

Ahead, on the mountain wall next to the stone steps, there appeared a line of dragon and phoenix dancing characters, and under the characters was a blood jade bone.

"The blood demon ancestor is here on the road to the sky, the road is not tolerated, how? What is it?"

When Ling Xiao looked at it, he felt that this line of words seemed to contain a mysterious power, and the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain rushed towards his face, as if there is a peerless powerhouse who dominates the world, stepping on the sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain, impacting the supreme realm !

"Blood Demon Ancestor? Isn't that the title supreme from hundreds of thousands of years ago? It is said that he has ascended to the God Realm, how could he die here?"

Ling Xiao's gaze shook. The legend of the blood demon ancestor was a giant of the devil's path and murdered in the wild.

And the blood-colored corpse in front of him, although it still looked blood-colored and flawless, had already lost the divine substance, as if it would be completely ruined before long.

"Dengtian Road? Dengtian Road?"

Ling Xiao felt the strangeness of this white jade step more and more. Although he wanted to turn his head back like this, he had a thought in his heart urging him to move on.

"I want to see what this so-called Heavenly Road is!"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward.

Before long, Ling Xiao saw another line of characters.

"The Heavenly Sword Master climbs the Heavenly Road, the sword cuts the heaven and the earth!"

A white pelvis was sitting under the big letters, and there was still a sharp sword aura spreading out, looking very terrifying.

Another titled supreme!

The Heavenly Sword Master Ling Xiao had also heard of it, but he was the titled Supreme for more than three hundred thousand years!

Continue to go up, the law of the great road becomes more and more terrifying, intangible matter, but there is a power to destroy everything.

Ling Xiao felt that if Wu Zi Tian's power was taken away like this, there would be no bones left in an instant.

In the front, more and more handwriting appeared, all of which were earth-shattering figures in the ancient times.

"Dafeng scattered people on the road to the sky, and fate is dead!"

"The heavenly demon supreme ascends the sky road, hate! hate! hate! hate! hate! hate! hate! hate!"

"The Lord of Slaughter, slaughter hundreds of millions of lives, and his fate is to heaven!"

"Nine Sun Supreme, burn the heavens and refine the earth, turn them into the heavens and the earth, the perfect writing!"

"..."

Ling Xiao's gaze became more and more solemn. Da Feng Sanren, Heavenly Demon Supreme, Slaughter Lord, etc., were all peerless figures from 100,000 years ago, and they were all titled Supreme.

Only the title of the Supreme, can write on the stone wall of Wucai Shenshan.

From those handwritings, Ling Xiao could see that the demeanor of these peerless figures back then were all outstanding people in the world, the proud son of an era.

As a result, they all ended and died in the colorful mountain.

Nothing was left except the bones.

Ling Xiao walked all the way forward, and when he was about to reach the top of the mountain, he found a total of seventy-nine corpses with the title of supreme, and they all died silently with unwillingness.

"What happened? Why didn't these people choose to cross the Divine Tribulation and climb into the God Realm, but came here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes were full of extremely solemn expressions, and there were countless doubts in his heart.

The surroundings seem to have become nothingness, and you can faintly see the top of the colorful mountain, where there is a chaos, as if nothing exists.

But when Ling Xiao saw a line of words appearing on the mountain wall in front of him, he instantly shook his whole body and staggered in his steps.

"I'm here, but I still haven't waited for you, I will wait for you, always wait for you-Jinse."

Ling Xiao was stunned by this line of words.

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