The side of the ancient road.

A Death Star turned to dust as it was swept away by the Genesis.

And Meng Fan, who had successfully survived the catastrophe, returned to the path of trial and saw a stone tablet in front of him symbolizing the first city of the human race.

"Your Excellency, my name is Qing Shi......"

Ignoring the beautiful goddess who came to make friends, his eyes swept over the man beside him, Meng Fan disappeared, and he couldn't wait to enter the city.

As for the identities of these two people, he already had some guesses in his heart, after all, the woman had just reported herself to her home, named Qingshi, so the man should be called:

Emperor Tian.

According to the description in the original book, this person is a generation of Tianjiao, who is about to be recognized by the source of the Tao and has the qualifications to preach the Tao, but in the later stage, the most critical moment of the Emperor's Road competition has been lost to the public and reduced to a background board.

In the end, he may stop at the peak of the Great Sage Realm, or he may break through to the quasi-emperor by luck......

Anyway, Meng Fan didn't want to pay too much attention.

Meanwhile.

A group of people had quietly gathered ahead, who had arrived a few days in advance, looking up at a great city, waiting to be opened.

"A Terran city built in the starry sky."

Meng Fan looked down with his hands.

It has thousands of weather, there are dragons and phoenixes, under the stars and moon, immortal, there is a vast atmosphere, flowing immortal power, directly accept the baptism of starlight, very visual impact.

"When and what era this city was built and where it originated has long been impossible to verify, and it is known as the first level on the road to the strongest trial of the human race."

Below the city, someone murmured, obviously just arrived, and it was the time when the heart was surging.

"Emperor Road Competition, can advance, can not retreat, after hardships, finally reached the first level, to create my own glory!"

As we all know, there are many small ancient paths in the universe that are difficult to calculate, but they all lead to the final main path of trial.

This place is the first node, like a dam, unifying the path of the powerful of the human race, allowing them to converge here.

Now, the first batch of Tianjiao who have the ambition to Emperor Road arrived here, but they all chose to be alone, or whispered, or secretly made a big oath, full of hope for the future.

After all, everyone is the protagonist of a place, all of them are the best of the people, and the weakest person in the realm is also a half-saint.

"Why didn't the messenger open the door? Now that there are nearly 300 people, it's time! ”

"Brother, what is the usher?"

A man wearing a beast skin skirt and carrying a big stick of white bones couldn't help but ask curiously.

In fact, many monks did not know about this ancient path of trial, and when they heard this whisper that seemed to be a complaint, they began to consult the people around them.

And the battle for the emperor road is not only about fighting and killing, it is not about shooting ruthlessly when you see people, in fact, it is also about human feelings.

"The envoy is the guardian of the first level of the human race, commanding the Liuhe, leading all parties into the city, arranging trials, and telling them how to move forward at the next stop."

A scholar with a lupine scarf spoke, his tone gentle, and he did not despise the origin of the barbarians.

You must know that in a sense, this is the starting point of the strongest trial ancient road, and only Tianjiao who has reached here is qualified for the next competition.

The strong who were defeated prematurely on the road and died in the starry sky will not see this giant city at all!

So no one is simple, and everyone deserves respect.

An important town, the sea is inclusive, gathering outstanding people from all walks of life, and only by entering the customs from here can we continue to move forward.

The above is Meng Fan's induction.

"Look at this posture ......"

At this time, the young monk of the Half-Holy Realm, dressed as a scholar, sighed after looking around, and whispered: "It is estimated that we will have to wait, it may be three to five years, maybe the next moment, there will be an anti-heaven demon who has alarmed the ancient road." ”

Between the words, the emperor arrived.

Eight forbidden combat power.

At the age of fifty-two, the sage Triple Heaven cultivated, even if he was a young emperor, it was nothing more than that.

It's just that the demon in the eyes of this guide is enough to alarm the trial path of the human race, but now he is extremely angry, after all, he has just been "despised" by others-

Taking the initiative to "bend over" to make friends without getting any response, for such characters, this is the simplest and rude slap in the face.

Therefore, there was a cold killing intent permeating out, which made many trialists around the city shudder, and they subconsciously retreated, completely forgetting what the emperor road battle was.

As if he felt something, Di Tian suddenly condensed and raised his eyes to look into the void, which was where Meng Fan was standing.

Affected by this, hundreds of eyes looked at them at the same time, however, although they saw a figure standing here, they could not clearly feel the presence of people there.

At this moment, Meng Fan was covered by a hazy light, as if he was standing at the beginning of all things, and as if he was at the end of the universe, ethereal, never falling from beginning to end, let alone talking to the trialists.

Youngster...... It's so murderous......

After feeling a sigh in his heart, he looked at the city reluctantly, who prided himself on being an old-timer.

Swish!

In the earth, the light of the eyes illuminates the eternals, crushing the boundless sky, making the stars of the four fields dark, as if there is a chaotic heaven and earth pouring down.

He had just arrived, and the Saint King Realm, who was secretly observing everything, was horrified in his heart, and he couldn't help but take two steps back before he came to his senses, but he still had a lot of luck in his heart.

What wickedness?

Throughout the ages, there has never been a scene that intimidates the trial, after all, most of the existences who can hold this position have lived for thousands of years, and they have embarked on the path of cultivation before young people......

Without waiting for him to understand, Meng Fan said directly:

"Can you open the gates?"

As if urging.

"Enter!"

However, without any hesitation, a divine thought came, echoing like Huang Zhong Da Lu, shaking the bones of many young Tianjiao, and the blood rushed, revealing a shocked look, very puzzled.

What do you mean?

Putting aside all kinds of twists and turns, the facts are very simple: the older trialist Meng Fan gave the usher a dismissal, and the receiver who felt that he had lost face did not dare to offend, and in order to maintain his authority, he could only deter others and regain his confidence.

But anyway, the ancient gates creaked open, and they were heavy.

It is a giant city that stands in the starry sky, and has an environment suitable for human survival.

Nearly three hundred Terran monks from all over the universe either urged their mounts or walked on foot, walking forward, and everyone was not calm.

The ancient city exudes the atmosphere of the primeval wilderness, and is made of gray-brown boulders, which is magnificent and intimidating, and is guarded by people.

There are not many soldiers, all of them are wearing metallic luster and cold armor, long halberds splitting the sky, and iron Ge is cut into the sky, like a team of heavenly soldiers, eyeing everyone.

They have a murderous aura, as if they have fought in many star fields and killed infinitely strong people, and now they are guarding this place, so that many semi-saint realm trialists dare not take offense, like a group of fierce beasts lurking here.

On the city wall, there are axe marks, sword holes, and mottled monuments, which can hardly hide the heavy sense of historical atmosphere, and adds a kind of desolation.

Looking up, the Dao pattern looms, immortal after thousands of ancient killings, and is personally portrayed by the ancient sage, which can be revived in an instant.

"Please."

At the same time, the envoy took the initiative to come to Meng Fan, not daring to interrogate any information, such as age, etc., and behaved very restrainedly, and from beginning to end, he never walked out of the chaos, so that people could not see the depth, and saved a lot of trouble.