Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Kunlun Mountain stretches from east to west, crossing the entire expanse. In addition to the main peaks that Xiao Chen has visited, there are countless peaks.

Even after 10 years, it was not possible to walk all the way from the summit, where the holy tablets were erected and described in terms of the relationship between dripping water and the lake, which was simply untraceable.

Xiao Chen was a little fortunate. It was a good thing that Win Qiong followed in this line of work. Otherwise, even if he heard how to go, he would go around and spend a lot of time.

Among the endless mountain peaks, a plain, seemingly ordinary hillside stands a stone tablet shrugged into the clouds.

In all directions, there are many different heights and lows, but there are more than 5,000 meters of peaks, clouds and fogs in the mountains.

On the mountains, many fighters of all ethnic groups stopped, and all the fighters with martial arts cultivation appeared to be, better or not, martial arts.

Each breath is long and deeply hidden. It should be some idle elder Wusheng, or elders from the various Gateway families, who come here mainly to see how far today's descendants have grown.

For them, the reputation spreading in all directions, how can it not be as real and practical as the holy monument.

Can it be engraved, can it be engraved as high as it can be, can it not surpass some of the most prestigious strong men of history who have flowed for centuries?

This will truly prove that your gift is extraordinary, otherwise it will be a false genius and nothing but a false name.

Because of the ancient past, the famous geniuses of history have engraved their names on it, and history has proven their glory.

Their legendary story further baked the monument, making it bigger and bigger.

At the foot of the Holy Mark, there are more fighters gathered, finely counted, no less than 3,000. Fixing without exception is the realm of sacred martial arts, all of which are martial arts men waiting to be named on the tablet.

At first glance, however, most of them are middle-aged, even elderly, with few younger generations.

But on the hills of all sides, the elderly masters, and purely some Wuhuang who came to see the liveliness, all looked at the younger life.

For no other reason, these young men were the protagonists of the opening of this holy monument, the elderly and the middle-aged Wushu, all accompanied.

Even if the mind is unwilling, it cannot change that fact.

Being able to become a samurai fighter under the age of thirty is surely a genius of demonic rank, and will only appear in the great life of a samurai.

In ordinary times, the emergence of one immediately becomes the ultimate pride of an era.

These people don't look too old, but it's easy to fight in the wrong direction, not to mention the ordinary post-Wushu period.

Even if it really came to Wusheng, single-handedly fights could not get these young people, an inadvertent horse lost his forefoot and turned the boat, it is highly likely that his reputation will be ruined.

There is a light gold junction 100 meters from the stone tablet, which prevents others from approaching.

The thickness and energy of the junction, at the visible speed of the naked eye, diminishes a little bit, and when it disappears completely, it is possible to begin to rename it exactly.

Xiao Chen and Win Qiong each wore a cloak, hiding their identities and mixing them in the crowd to measure.

In the younger generation, very few people came, but only one of the four people in the district knew Xiao Chen himself. The Emperor is indispensable, and the Wang Hu and Kong Yuan people do not appear to have arrived yet.

The man was Yan Xiao. He was dressed in black and held the Sky Ice Sword. He stood on one side in cold colour, his eyes constantly staring at the Holy Mark tablet.

After many years of sedimentation in the semi-sancerous realm, it is not unexpected that Xiao Chen will receive such an opportunity as the Springs of the Springs.

The other four people, after Wing Qiong's introduction, Xiao Chen only learned something. They are all geniuses of other foreign nations. They are in a somewhat similar family of power and people's kings.

Xiao Chen paid close attention to one of the men with bare arms, and if he was right, he was on the path of being sacred.

With his flesh and body, he ascended directly to the realm of Wusheng, and asked Wing Qiong to find out that this person's name was Kuidu, a member of the corpse clan.

The ancestor of the family is the famous Iron Hand King of Genji, a legendary figure who practiced on his own flesh to the king's great emperor, but he has long been separated from the Temple of the Body and has taken his family to take root in Genji alone.

As for the other three, Xiao Chen was not very impressed. Of course, it was not that it was not impressive. It was just that Xiao Chen was not particularly impressed.

To be holy before the age of thirty, there is no doubt that none of them will be small figures.

“The descendants of King Peacock have arrived.” Winning Joan suddenly said, “The man with him seems to be the queen of the Spiritual Fox King Yuan. ”

Xiao Chen glanced over, there was a handsome man in blue beside Kong Yuan, the man's touch, silver moonlight fox characteristic Xiu Mei.

Even more handsome than the Xuan Yu Xiao Chen had seen before, but the King's bloodline runs through him. The silver moonlight fox clan's own feminine tenderness made him look more attractive.

“He is said to be a little stronger than Konhara. The last time the Springs opened, he was not able to make it to the critical moment when he broke through the fifth end.” Win Joan whispered to Xiao Chen.

Of the five great tribes, demons are the weakest in number, because there are only two kings, the Peacock King and the Spiritual Fox King, on his face.

As soon as the descendants of the two kings, Wusheng, the demon clan of the scene itself, looked at the two horses and stood behind them.

Spiritual Fox King, Peacock King is in the demonic domain, the status is respected, their descendants are naturally also widely respected. Highlighted by his peers, he gave high hopes that the two of them could give the demons a breath of anger and engrave their names higher.

Whoosh

There was a shady wind over his head, and eight false and indeterminate spirits fell with a white sedan, the number one figure of the younger generation of the Ghost Nation.

Three more men and women appeared in the sedan after she came out of the ghost woman who had once frightened Xiao Chen into the city.

Wanting to come to the younger demons of the ghost tribe, she brought them all along the way. Fewer ghosts came all at once, proving from the side that they were stronger than the demons.

The scene belonged to a group of ghosts and martial arts, all came behind these four people, gathered together, whispered the discussion.

Otherwise, this younger generation of evil characters will not stop.

A moment later, the younger generation of the corpses and the younger generation of the people arrived almost simultaneously. Xiao Chen on the corpse side only recognized one of the Wang's handicaps who had dealt with him. None of the others knew each other, and only met once in the Springs Pool.

On the other side of the people, the three sons are old acquaintances. Unexpectedly, the opportunity to break the bottleneck that has plagued the Springs of the Springs of the Springs of the Springs of the Springs of the Springs of the Springs was broken and made holy.

In addition to this, the three original seven giants, who soaked in the Springs of the Open Sky, Anjoon-hee and Ling-Ling Shui, all rely on this opportunity to become holy.

Xiao Chen's heart was relieved. If there was no broken Saint Dan, he could have made him holy in advance, he would really have been given more by this group of people.

In Semi-Holy Land, he stayed less than a year after all, and Anjoon Hee, who stayed at least four or five years, eventually accumulated less.

Unable to lean against the open-air fountain, improve the edge of the root bone enlightenment, directly breaking the bottleneck.

In giving him a year, no broken Saint Dan could have been sacred, not worse than these people, but I was afraid that the yellow cauliflower would have cooled down and the holy monument would not open until 10 years later.

Hu Hu!

A golden light flashed through, the emperor and the white-haired goddess, with thirteen gods to the scene.

The light flashed and suddenly attracted the eyes of all ethnic fighters in the field.

The only remaining warrior of the Divine Clan, all showing a little fanaticism on his face, flew quickly to gather behind the Emperor and others.

Xiao Chen was slightly surprised. The strength of the divine clan is a little outrageous. Emperor and white hair goddess have long been holy, and now there is the cultivation of the inferior peak Wusheng.

Leaving them alone, the other 13 people who soaked the Springs were all sacred.

And the ranks on their side are clearly larger than the fighters of other ethnic groups.

“Strange, isn't the human race coming out, did the descendants of the Qing Emperor show up? How come you didn't see it show up, didn't you? ”

Before the sight of the holy monument, the golden border became weaker and weaker. Genius demons of all ethnic groups had arrived. Before Xiao Chen, many people began to question themselves.