The thickness and energy of the barrier are weakening little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when it disappears completely, it will be able to begin to leave a name.

Xiao Chen and Ying Qiong each wore a cloak, hiding their identities, and mingled in the crowd and looked around.

Among the younger generation, the number of people who came was very small, but there were only four people, and only one of them was known by Xiao Chen himself. The emperor is flawless, and it seems that Wang Remnant and Kong Yuan's group of people have not yet arrived.

That person was Yan Shisan, he was dressed in black, holding the Heavenly Ice Sword in his hand, and he was standing on one side with a cold expression, his eyes kept staring at the Holy Stigmata Tablet.

After many years of precipitation in the realm of semi-saints, and with such an opportunity as the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring, Yan Shisan's sanctification was not beyond Xiao Chen's expectations.

The other four people, after Ying Qiong's introduction, Xiao Chen only understood, they were all geniuses of other foreign races, and their forces were a bit similar to the Terran King family.

Xiao Chen paid close attention to one of the men with bare arms, if he was not mistaken, this person was following the path of physical sanctification.

With his physical body alone, he directly ascended to the realm of the Martial Saint, and after asking Ying Qiong, he found out that this person's name was Kui Dou and he was a member of the corpse clan.

The ancestor of the family is the famous Iron Hand King of the Xuan Domain, a legendary figure who has cultivated to the king emperor with only his physical body, but he has long since left the corpse temple and led his family to take root in the Xuan Domain alone.

As for the other three, the impression on Xiao Chen was not very deep, of course, it was not that it was not powerful, but there was no particularly outstanding impression on Xiao Chen.

There is no doubt that none of those who can be sanctified before the age of thirty will be little people.

"Kong Yuan, the descendant of the Peacock King, has arrived. Ying Qiong suddenly spoke: "The person who is with him seems to be Yuan Xu, the descendant of the Spirit Fox King. ”

Xiao Chen looked over, and there was a handsome man in blue beside Kong Yuan, and the man's appearance had the unique beauty of the Silver Moon Spirit Fox.

is a little more handsome than the Xuanyu that Xiao Chen has ever seen, but he has the blood of the king that circulates in him. It diluted the feminine aura of the Silver Moon Spirit Fox Clan itself, making him look more attractive.

"It is said that he is even stronger than Kong Yuan, the last time the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring was opened, he just happened to be at the critical moment of breaking through the fifth tail, and he was not able to come in time. Ying Qiong introduced Xiao Chen in a low voice.

Among the five major clans, the demon clan has the largest number and the weakest strength, because there are only two kings and emperors on his face, one is the Peacock King, and the other is the Spirit Fox King.

As soon as the descendants of the two kings and emperors came here, the demon clan martial saints at the scene themselves stood behind the two of them.

The Spirit Fox King, the Peacock King has a respected status in the demon domain, and their descendants are naturally widely respected. attracted the attention of the same clan and gave high hopes, hoping that the two of them could fight for the demon clan and engrave their names a little higher.

Sou!

A gust of yin wind sounded overhead, and eight yin spirits who were uncertain and uncertain carried a white sedan chair and fell, the number one person of the younger generation of the ghost clan.

The famous woman of the ghost clan who had scared Xiao Chen once fell into the city, and walked out of it, and after she came out, three more men and women appeared in the sedan chair.

Thinking that the peerless demons of the younger generation of the ghost clan were all brought by her, there were few people in the ghost clan, but four people came at once, which also proved that they were stronger than the demon clan from the side.

A group of low-grade martial saints belonging to the ghost clan at the scene also came behind the four of them, gathered together, and talked in a low voice.

If you don't come, it's enough, this young generation of demonic characters will not stop as soon as they come.

A moment later, the younger generation of the corpse clan and the younger generation of the human race rushed over almost at the same time. On the corpse clan's side, Xiao Chen only knew one Wang Remnant who had fought with him, and he didn't know the rest, and he had only met once in the Tianlu Divine Spring Pool.

On the Terran side, all the people who came were old acquaintances, and the Three Holy Sons were not surprising, relying on the opportunity of the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring, to break the bottleneck that had plagued them for many years and become holy in one fell swoop.

In addition, among the original Seven Giants, the three people who had soaked in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring, Bai Wuxue, An Junxi, and Shui Lingling also relied on this opportunity to become holy in one fell swoop.

Xiao Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if it weren't for the Breaking Saint Pill that could make him holy in advance, he would really be surpassed by this group of people.

In the realm of demi-saints, he only stayed for less than a year after all, and compared with An Junxi, who stayed for at least four or five years, the accumulation of heritage was less after all.

It is impossible to rely on the Tianlu Divine Spring to improve the opportunity of the understanding of the root bones and directly break the bottleneck.

In giving him a year, he can also become holy without breaking the Holy Pill, no worse than these people, but at that time, I am afraid that the daylily will be cold, and the Holy Stigmata Monument can only be opened after ten years.

Whew!

A golden light flashed, and Emperor Wujian and the white-haired goddess, with thirteen low-grade martial saints of the god clan, fell into the scene.

The light flickered, and all of a sudden attracted the eyes of the warriors of all ethnic groups on the Sifang Mountain.

The only remaining Protoss martial artists, all with a slightly fanatical look on their faces, hurriedly flew to gather behind Emperor Wujian and the others.

Xiao Chen was slightly surprised, the strength of the Protoss was really a bit outrageous, Emperor Wujian and the white-haired Divine Maiden had already become holy, and now they had the cultivation of a low-grade peak martial saint.

Leaving aside these two people, the other thirteen people who had soaked in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring last time were all sanctified.

Moreover, the number of troops on their side is also obvious, more than the warriors of other races.

"Strange, isn't it rumored that the descendants of the Blue Emperor have appeared? Why haven't you seen it, is it possible that you have not become holy?"

Seeing that in front of the Holy Stigmata Monument, the golden enchantment was getting weaker and weaker, and the geniuses and demons of all races had arrived, and before Xiao Chen was seen, many people began to muttered to themselves in confusion.

Some of the discussions on the Sifang Mountain, Xiao Chen, who was mixed in the ranks of the human race, naturally couldn't hear it, and he couldn't do it until he was so far away unless he exuded all his divine sense.

Putting on the cloak was mainly to avoid some trouble, Xiao Chen didn't want to be known by the other three king families.

As for what Ying Qiong thought, Xiao Chen didn't know, and he didn't bother to think about it.

However, Xiao Chen remembered the discussions of some martial saints around him one by one, and after a while, he knew a lot more about this holy stele.

As long as a warrior approaches a hundred meters of the Stigmata Stele, he will be subjected to a tremendous pressure, and this pressure comes from the mysterious power inside the stele.

Pressure is not an invisible pressure, it will not only affect the spirit of the warrior, but also restrict the warrior's ascension, and the higher the ascension, the greater the suppression.

The name is on the stone tablet, and the higher the carving, the more impressive the warrior himself will be.

But it's not that if you fly high, your name will definitely be engraved, and it is not a simple matter to engrave words on a stone tablet.

In the previous editions of the Stigmata Monument, there were many ambitious people who wanted to engrave their names higher, and blindly increased the height of their flight.

But when they were all engraved with their names, they couldn't bear the pressure, and they were shocked back before the words were written, missing the opportunity to leave their names.

After the name is engraved on the stone tablet, it will not disappear forever, if the warrior does not become an emperor later, the name you leave on the stele will disappear invisibly after a thousand years.

If you climb to the top and become a Martial Emperor, then the name you carved will become purple and will disappear after 5,000 years.

Only when you become the emperor of the king and your name becomes golden, can you last forever, be with the monument, and never disappear.

Under the hood, Xiao Chen looked at the stone tablet that was blocked by the enchantment and could not be cut clearly, and there was a look of interest in his eyes.

The stele is not more than a thousand zhang, if it is not erected on this mountainside, its height of more than 3,000 meters, in Kunlun among the many famous mountains and mountains, how ordinary and how ordinary.

But it is such a stone tablet, but it records all the strong people with names and surnames in the 100,000 years of the martial arts era.

A stone tablet is a Kunlun.

At this moment, the enchantment completely disappeared, and the true face of the Qianzhang Holy Stigmata Tablet was revealed, and in front of a distance of several hundred meters, the names on the stone tablet could be seen clearly.

The first thing that catches your eye is that the stone monument is high, and the golden names are one by one. These names, in the refraction of the sun, shine brightly.

A name is a legend, and when you see the golden name of a warrior of your own race, no matter who it is, your heart will spring up with yearning, worship, longing and pride.

Xiao Chen was also attracted by these golden names at first sight, but when he looked at it at the second glance, he put his eyes on the bottom of the fallen stone tablet.

Compared to those high-profile golden names, these names below have received little attention.

But those names were densely piled together, and the number was hundreds of times higher than the golden names, like the foundation stone at the bottom of the pyramid.

The more I looked up, the less dense the names were. After a kilometer, a maximum of ten names will be engraved on a row.

On the stone monument more than one meter wide, it looks very sparse, and this kilometer is also a dividing point, and after a thousand meters, you can vaguely see some purple names.

Two kilometers away is another dividing point, and when you look up, you can see all the purple names, and you can occasionally find a golden name.

The golden light is shining, even in the purple name, this golden luster is extremely conspicuous, and as soon as it appears, people will immediately notice him and forget the existence around him.

His gaze kept moving upward, Xiao Chen's gaze was fixed on a place of three thousand meters, and only two names stood side by side, one was the Thunder Emperor and the other was the Blue Emperor.

There is still a place of three hundred meters above, where the highest part of the entire stone tablet is blank, but there is a place of one hundred meters above the Qingdi that is blank.

There are no names, but after this hundred meters, there is a large area of golden names, and the density of the arrangement is stunning.

There are more than 20 names in almost a row, and the density of the words at the bottom is a spell.

If people who know the history of the Kunlun Realm Martial Arts Era, they will not be surprised by such visions.

A stele is the entire Kunlun, there is not too much fiction in this statement, a hundred meters above the Qingdi, those dense names.

What it represents is the pinnacle of the ancient martial arts era, the glorious era of emperors like clouds, saints walking all over the streets, and kings and emperors emerge one after another.