It's just that some people are destined to be ordinary people, while some people will sing in the sky.

There were no less than a million people pouring into the 72 mountain roads, but in just three years, millions of monks were killed and injured and retreated, and they were able to cross the Imperial Mountain Road smoothly. Before they reached the top of the mountain, there were less than five hundred and five hundred monks, which seemed like a large number, but compared to the billions of monks in the emperor's realm and the emperor's millions of monks.

No one knows why Katsura did this. This kind of behavior is no different from humiliating the heroes of the world. But even if they were angry, what could they do? This is a desperate child. No one can beat him.

However, when the word "Son of Heaven" flashed in the minds of these people, in addition to the figure of Guifangzi, there was also a figure. Some of the five hundred monks shook their heads as they entered their minds, and they looked up at Gui Fangzi again, as if they knew what he was sitting on.

He was waiting for someone like him, called Xiao Wuyou, the Son of Heaven.

When the name came to my mind, a slight footstep came from the mountain road. There was no accident, just like the call of death, Xiao Wuyou appeared.

His eyes were as clear as water, and there seemed to be a little star in his pupils. He looked up at the stone steps, not looking at anyone, and he didn't need anyone's warning. His gaze crossed the crowd and landed on the final stone steps.

There is no need to introduce. He already knew that the same gray-robed man watching him in the crowd was the last powerful enemy, the Oni Bead, who would overthrow the Blood Hell Palace in the future.

Gui Zhuzi's scattered eyes, because of the appearance of Xiao Wuyou, have a focus. On his handsome and cold face, a pair of eyes exuded an unfamiliar look, and a smile on the corner of his mouth naturally revealed.

At that time, he knew that if there were other monks in the palace who were worthy of foresight, then only Xiao Wuyou, who stood at the foot of the mountain and was also known as the name of the Son of Heaven, would meet Xiao Wuyou.

Xiao Wuyou also kept smiling. He began to want to step on the stone steps. More than 500 monks, like the eyes of the whole world, gathered on him. They ignored him, despised him, and even laughed at him.

However, they knew how difficult it was to climb the stone steps. In this world, it is enough to get bigger people and ghosts. As for Xiao Wuyou, even if he was called the emperor, they didn't think that Xiao Wuyou could compete with the ghost Wuyou.

They are all arrogant people. Except for the desperate existence of Guiguzi, they think that there is no one in the world who can make them happy and sincere.

But the path ignored the disdainful gaze, and as the little martial artist climbed leisurely, he finally stepped onto the top of the stone steps, standing at the same height as Gui Zhuzi, and his sarcastic smile turned into the most shocking expression. Their hearts were hit deeply again, and the relentless beating, like a slap in the face to each other, was so hot

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, not only to tell them that there is someone better than them, but also to tell them that this is stronger than them, not just one. At this time, their hearts are not only bitter, but they are also depressed by the loss of faith. They suddenly understood a reason, why many patriarchs of their own family could not progress after reaching a state.

They can't progress, not because they're lax and degenerate, it's just because, when they see that mountain that can't be crossed, their hearts are broken, and even though their achievements will grow slowly, they are no longer in the state of youth.

In an era, there may be many strong people, but there will never be many masters.

Now, on the top of the stone steps in front of the Nine Emperors' Palace, there is a gray robe and a blue robe. The opposition between the two emperors was that they were the most dazzling beings in the wilderness. They made their way to the top of the mountain, just to fight for the final glory.

Looking at Xiao Wuyou and Guiguzi, these two Tianjiao stood on the top of the mountain. Compared to the two of them, the rest are just witnesses to their founding era. It turns out that their Imperial Journey, their Imperial Mountain Journey, and everything, is not to give them the power to fight for the sky lanterns, but to make them witnesses to the era of the next emperor.

No one will climb the stone steps again, and there are even some strong people who will get out of the stone steps and fall on the platform. They looked up at the figures of the two celestial heroes, and only wanted to know who the master of the next era would be.

Everyone, silently looking at the two sons of heaven, at this time, on the Jiudi Mountain, there was no other sound except for the breeze.

Xiao Wuyou looked at Gui Gui Guizi, and Gui Gui Guizi also looked at Xiao Wuyou. They stood in front of the palace, on the top of the mountain, silently looking at each other without saying a word.

At this time, Xiao Wuyou's hands trembled violently. Gui Zhuzi's fame was not propagated by the Blood Prison Palace, but he created it himself. He does have unparalleled strength. Standing here, Xiao Wuyou felt colder and colder. Ever since he came out of the Zhongguang Building, there has been no one.

There is no arbitrary declaration of war, no domineering posture. The two peerless celestials rushed together at the moment when their posture unfolded. They don't need to be confused, they don't need to talk nonsense, they just tried their best.

Strong!!

One white and one black, two lamps bloomed in the hands of Xiao Wuyou. Those lights, like the sun and the moon competing for light, shone on the top of the mountain.

The light itself was not very lethal, but this time, when the two lamps at the bottom of Xiao Wuyou's palms bloomed, the monks under the stone steps and the monks on the stage both showed panicked colors, as if ghosts were illuminated by the sun, made strange noises, and quickly retreated.

"Yellow Sword!"

"Immortal Sword!"

It is no secret that Xiao Wuyou has the Yanhuang Divine Sword and the Immortal Divine Sword, which is on par with the Divine Sword. But in the past, the Yanhuang Divine Sword was dim, and the aura of the Divine Sword Immortal was also restrained. But this time, the two divine swords burst out with an atmosphere of terror. They are like two mythical beasts. Before the Nine Emperors' Palace, they broke out, and it was hard to forget the glory.

Underneath the artifact, there is no damage. Even though you know that Keifuko should be better, people are worried about him. But a smile appeared at the corner of Gui Fuzi's mouth. Two equally terrible swords are ferocious!!

"That's the magic sword! And the sword of the Blood Hell!" Someone recognized the two extremely powerful weapons in Gui Qiongzi's hand, and immediately exclaimed.

The four lights collided violently. The monks under them did not have time to appreciate the glory of arguing with each other. When they retreated violently, they sacrificed all their protective treasures. Although they were emperors of the same Dao, in front of the two Heavenly Sons, they felt that they were no different from ordinary people.

When they were in a hurry to save people, they used their spare time to watch the war between the two heroes. They saw every terrible training surging up the mountaintop. They can only sigh except sigh.

"I thought that the so-called Son of Heaven was just an opportunity to obtain the highest inheritance. Now it seems that it is not the heritage that made them, but the legacy that has regained its glory. ”

"I also have the power of the artifact, but the power of my artifact is like the fire in front of the two of them. ”

"Heaven is so high, and man is so strong. In this world, there are only two people. They can be called the Son of Heaven. ”

On the podium, everyone was fascinated to see the battle between Xiao Wuyou and Guiguzi. They also saw the true meaning of such a saying: there are people outside, there are mountains outside, standing out from the fierce battles between the two sides.

Whether it is talent or fate, it is impossible for ordinary people to admire that they can reach the top of the sacred mountain. Almost all of the Dao Tianjiao present had mastered at least one forbidden technique. There are also many people who have mastered more than two taboo techniques. As for the quasi-god weapons, they are basically standard matches. Like Ji Pengfei and Zhang Sun Chenghong, they are more likely to have artifacts in their hands. If they didn't have artifacts and talents, they wouldn't be here.