Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Who, dare to publicly rebut with him after the Emperor has no shortcomings and the Emperor's name.

The crowd searched curiously for the source of the sound, and saw only one of the people, a warrior in a black cloak, separated the crowd and walked out.

Naturally, Xiao Chen came to this monument, mainly for the treasures in the monument, by the way, to see what the real elite geniuses of the various ethnic groups are.

There is no great pursuit of who engraves high names and who engraves low names.

Years ago, Leddie engraved his name alongside the Blue Emperor. But so what, to this day, whose name shines brighter, can be seen at first glance.

The height engraved on the tablet is more than a symbolic significance. For the martial arts, its only substantive function is only a ticket to the tablet.

Even now, all ethnic geniuses are competing to chase this so-called height. Xiao Chen's views remain unchanged and will not contest this fiction.

At this time, after ten thousand years, whose name is still on it, whose light is brighter, has its own future judgment.

It's just that the emperor is indispensable, it shouldn't be, the myth of the blue emperor, where it's his turn to continue, there are some things he has to say.

Under the cloak, Xiao Chen's appearance is not visible, everyone is guessing, the identity of this person.

“We, the Divine Son, speak. Is it your turn to intervene? ”

The Emperor indispensably engraved his name with the Qing Emperor. Such a glorious thing was actually tweaked by a cat and dog who did not know where he came from. The warriors of the Divine Clan on the scene, immediately jumped out of the two men and rushed towards Xiao Chen to kill the past.

The martial arts men who came here to leave a name are at least as good as the martial arts, and the two divine martial arts men who jumped out of the scene were a middle-aged man.

The cultivation reached the midterm realm of Xia Wusheng, and the spiritual martial arts of the respective divine tribes went straight to the Xiaocheng Sea of Awareness.

In the blink of an eye, just two people had been killed. The original spiritual strength had long been turned into a fierce god, falling into Xiao Chen's sea of awareness and carrying out predatory destruction.

If the mental strength of the two people can not be bombarded in, quickly remove them, and kill the two people in front of them, one person can immediately seriously injure Xiao Chen.

The flesh and the true elements of the Divine Nation are no less important than ordinary human fighters, and spiritual martial arts are only their natural abilities.

Xiao Chen sneered, so overbearing to infiltrate his spiritual strength into the sea of knowledge, the two people wanted to become idiots and directly abolished them.

But Xiao Chen's sea of awareness, is it really that good?

The two fierce gods entered the sea of awareness and before they could carry out their actions, they saw a floating purple symbol. The purple light instantly cut the two fierce gods in half.

The lightning exploded, splitting it in half, without any resistance, and was blown into nothingness.

Gathering the two culprits of the original spiritual power, Xiao Chen wiped out the opportunity to retreat.

The two divine martial arts men who flew in suddenly spit out a breath of blood and looked so pale when Xiao Chen was a meter away.

“Thunder will, hurry back, he wiped out our spiritual strength. ”

Both eyes were full of horror, the intestines of repentance were green, and Xiao Chen did not expect to understand the will, but also the most destructive thunderous will for mental power.

If I knew, I would not have dared to plunge my original spiritual strength into Xiao Chen's sea of knowledge to destroy it, which is certainly suicide.

“Now I want to run, I'm late! ”

Two people hurt him, Xiao Chen naturally won't show mercy, three heavenly laws poured into the palm of his body, reached out, a wind sucked the two.

Heavenly Sacred Law wandered through the body and passed on to the Peng God Fist of the Peng King, rapidly unfolding.

Behind Xiao Chen rose a huge shadow, the legendary divine bird Peng, expanding his wings to cover the glow of this glorious big day.

This moment is carried out by the divine law of heaven. It is more powerful than ever, and the vast shadow covers the entire mountain waist.

Hearing only one wingspan, the wind rose and the dust rolled, everyone could not help closing their eyes until they were reopened.

Derived from the divine law of heaven, Peng did not know where to fly to the heavenly dome, and two men prepared to beat Xiao Chen into an idiot god warrior. Directly into blood, crushed bones, died without a whole corpse.

It killed two God-clan warriors, silent live crows, and the faces of all people grew.

In the face of emperor indispensability, killing the people of the Divine Nation, in this era of divine power, nobody can file, elderly martial artists dare not do so.

Looking at the Emperor on the Seven Colors Arch Bridge, everyone's heart sinks and the trouble is huge.

The emperor was indissoluble, looking down at the mysterious cloak man, coldly said: "Your Excellency, your hand is a little too heavy. ”

Xiao Chen's face remained unchanged, his eyes fluttered like autumn water, and his tone was calm: “How heavy? If I don't have the ability, my mind will be wiped clean, and I'm afraid I'm an idiot at this time. ”

“If you want to reason, I'll reason with you. If you want to do it, I will stay with you, and I am not afraid of others who fear your emperor. ”

Reaching out gently, Xiao Chen spread his cloak down. As soon as he attacked the white clothes, the wind fluttered, his head looked up at the emperor, his heart calm and calm.

“It's Xiao Chen, the White Robe Knife. He's holy! ”

Xiao Chen, who revealed his true face, immediately caused everyone to shout. The news of the present life of the Qing Emperor's descendants has spread from the heavenly martial arts to the entire Kunlun.

The holy monument appeared, many people were wondering if Xiao Chen could make it, after all, he became half holy for too short a time, even if he was a descendant of the Qing Emperor.

There were not many people who watched him become holy in such a short period of time, and today's appearance is really quite a surprise.

“No wonder he was so angry that the previous emperor's words were really touching his scales. ”

“Those two god fighters, too, are innocent of death. At this time, to touch the eyebrows, not to look for death is what. ”

“But at this time, like the emperor without defects is so irrational, the emperor was sacred a year ago. And nobody saw him, he really did his best, Xiao Chen had just become holy, I'm afraid not his opponent. ”

The voices of all kinds of discourse never occurred to anyone that there had been such a turning point in the case of the retention of names, which should have ended there.

After seeing Xiao Chen's face, the emperor in the sky relaxed. He seemed to be waiting for him, laughing: "As I expected, you are truly holy, you dare to leave a name, let me see the power of the Qing Emperor's descendants. ”

“Look at you and me, who exactly can perpetuate the myth of the Green Emperor. ”

Xiao Chen's heart has been very calm, even if the emperor has no shortcomings, he is not very cheerful. Still that sentence, 10,000 years later, whose light is brighter, has its own judgment.

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

Above the seven-color arch bridge, the emperor is confident, so long as Xiao Chen dares to fight with him. By leaving his back hand, Xiao Chen's reputation could be ruined and his name could not be engraved in front of all the world's people.

By then, not only can Xiao Chen's sharpness be suppressed, but it can also be discouraged. The story of the so-called Blue Emperor is over, and the myth continues.

Now Xiao Chen is excited by his words, the plan has reached half, the other half, wait for Xiao Chen to hook up.

“Emperor, the mythology and glory of my ancestors, it really is not your turn to continue. Even if you engrave your name higher, it has nothing to do with the Qing Emperor. It has nothing to do with me. I am not the Qing Emperor, I am Xiao Chen. ”

“But since you want to fight, I'll fight with you. ”

Xiao Chen said softly, as soon as he jumped, he came to the end of the holy tablet, 10 meters below the holy tablet, blank.

No one engraves the name here, even if it's bad, it flies 30 or 40 meters later to engrave its own name.

But they did not know that the years were old, ruthless, the names on the tablets were engraved, disappeared and later engraved.

After MasterCard, you were carved tall, without a name, and who would remember you? Even if you were king, how many people would take your dim light seriously in front of a row of glittering golden letters?

Xiao Chen stood under this monument, and in the eyes of all eyes, he stood in front of the monument, engraving his name at the very bottom of the monument.

One painting at a time, extremely serious engraving, he is Xiao Chen, not the Thunder Emperor, not the Blue Emperor.

“When you want to argue, I will fight with you for the rest of my life. After watching Manzai, whose light will shine brighter. Look at the posterity of a thousand revolutions, who will remember who left the name behind. ”