Three days passed quietly.

In the past three days, Ye Chen had never left Zizhu Peak. He closed his eyes for three days and realized the way of chaos.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine pours on the earth, and this fairyland makes it look even more peaceful.

Looking away, there were figures flying out of the nine thousand mountains of Daluo Sword Sect, some disciples and elders, all wearing brand new Taoist robes. After counting, the number of people was as many as hundreds of thousands.

At the center of Daluo Sword Sect is an open space, surrounded by three mountains, with a radius of 200,000 feet. It is the place where the Daluo Sword Sect is Fengshan. All the sons of God are granted throne are here.

Today is an important day, the day when Daluo Sword Sect chooses the Son of God.

At this moment, the Fengshan land was already crowded with people, and there were still shadows coming from all directions.

"Who do you think can surpass the heroes and become the Son of God?" Before everyone could all arrive, the discussions were already coming one after another, and groups of disciples gathered together, and they were chatting very lively with each other.

"That is the certain Senior Brother Zi Yang of Tian Jianfeng." Someone pondered, "Last time he fought for the election of the Son of God, he only lost one move by Daluo's Son of God. No one can match his domineering bloodline!"

"That's hard to say. Senior Brother Zili from Dijian Peak is not a vegetarian. His cultivation has been rapidly advancing over the years. The head master has not yet found many spiritual medicines, and his combat power has long been transformed."

"I think it's Senior Brother Zi Tian of Ren Jianfeng."

"It's either Senior Brother Ziyang, Senior Brother Zili, or Senior Brother Zitian, anyway, they are only three of them! The others are all foils, just like us little shrimps, they are also cannon fodder when they go up."

"See, Li Kang from Zizhu Peak is here." As he was chatting, someone said something, attracting too many people's eyes. At the entrance, Zizhu Zhenren had already brought the disciples of Zizhu Peak, which was so vast that Ye Chen was among the crowd.

"I'm so surprised. One Heaven Realm can sweep away three imperial realms with one palm. He is a cheater!"

"The strength must be hidden." Someone touched his chin, "Looking at his breath, it is no longer the heaven realm. Master Zizhu must have smashed a lot of elixirs in the past three days to help him break through to the imperial realm."

Amid the discussion, Ye Chen, Nie Feng and Ling Xuan had already sat down one after another, and directly ignored the eyes of the four sides.

As for his cultivation, he has changed from imitating the heaven realm to imitating the emperor realm. Otherwise, if he seized the position of the Son of God based on his cultivation level alone, it would be amazing and would inevitably be taken back for research.

"The Daluo Sword Sect has produced many talents!" After scanning the circle, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh. There were no less than a thousand special bloodlines alone, and his aura was not weak, and he was all of them with extremely high talent.

"Junior Brother Ye, the only ones that can pose a threat to you are Ziyang of Tian Jianfeng, Zili of Di Jianfeng, and Zitian of Ren Jianfeng." Nie Feng said, "The three of them are all domineering bloodlines. When they last competed for the Son of God, the three of them had almost the same combat power as the Son of God of Daluo, especially Ziyang of Tian Jianfeng, who was comparable to the Son of God of Daluo, and only lost one move."

"I know all this." Ye Chen smiled.

"I forgot about this." Nie Feng coughed dryly, forgetting that Ye Chen had searched Li Kang's memory.

"Zi Tian is here." Ling Xuan whispered when the two of them were transmitting their voices.

"The true body of Xuanmiao." Ye Chen raised his head slightly and looked at Xu Tian. A figure had already come from the sky. It was purple hair, with vigorous breath and divine light shining. There were many mysterious strange phenomena intertwined around him. His cultivation was the peak of the imperial realm, and he was only one step away from advancing to the quasi-saint.

"Zi Li is here too." Nie Feng said lightly.

"The true body of earth flame." Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked away, and saw Zi Li coming from the sky at one glance. His aura was not weak at all. His whole body was burning with flames, and his qi and blood were as majestic as the sea.

Ye Chen looked at him, Zi Tian and Zi Li fell down one after another, and the seats were still opposite to each other. They were far apart. The two of them did not forget to look at each other, and there was a provocative look in their eyes.

"Senior Brother Ziyang is here." When the two looked at each other, someone shouted.

Now, Zi Tian and Zi Li frowned and looked at one side, with a strong look of fear in their eyes.

"Nine Yin Jue Pier." Ye Chen smiled again, looking at Zi Yang who was coming out of the air with interest.

Compared with Zi Tian and Zi Li, the purple yang aura is a little stronger. The body is very powerful. The whole body is full of fairy light, and the strange phenomena around the body are intertwined from time to time.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zi Yang fell, and glanced at Zi Tian and Zi Li on both sides with a playful look. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, soaked with a teasing smile. He argued with me, you are far from being.

The three of them arrived one after another, which instantly made the atmosphere on the scene warm up.

Especially many women, they all looked like crazy.

After the three, many disciples came from Yutian, and their cultivation was not weak and their bloodlines were special. However, compared with Zi Yang and the other three, it was not a little worse.

All the disciples arrived, and the next one was the heavyweight figure. The Holy Lord of the Daluo Sword Sect and many elders also arrived one after another.

Ye Chen glanced at it and couldn't help but be amazed in his heart. There were only eighteen saints in the Daluo Sword Sect, and they watched the whole audience. There were no less than two hundred quasi-saints. Such a lineup was shocking.

However, Ye Chen did not see the Holy King of the Daluo Sword Sect, and most people of that level would not come.

"Silent." The lively Fengshan land instantly became quiet due to a solemn sound.

An elder in white has climbed to Yunduan Yuntai with a solemn expression. He is a saint monk. He is an eighth-level holy realm. Ye Chen has never seen him. He is probably a saint who has just left in seclusion.

"If you don't say much, you will open the road to heaven." The saint in white said lightly, causing too many people to sit down.

As the saint in white fell, the Fengshan land buzzed and turbulent, and then layer by layer of cloud ladder appeared, layer by layer leading to the sky, and ninety-nine layers were arranged, each layer was carved with ancient formation patterns, which was the ultimate power, layer by layer even more layer.

"The disciples who participated in the selection go to the road to heaven." The saint in white said ethereal words and carried supreme majesty.

"Let's go." Disciples from all directions stood up.

"I haven't climbed the road to heaven yet." Many disciples couldn't wait to pass by, looking novel.

"Just do your best." Many of the lords also warned their disciples in this way, because they were not doing anything to compete for the Son of God. The real competition was Ziyang, Zili and Zitian. As for the remaining disciples, they were just a foil at best, and they would be happy.

"I can't overestimate my ability." Zi Yang, Zi Tian and Zi Li also stood up, glanced at the disciples who were rushing to the top with contempt, and there were disgusting jokes on the corners of their mouths from beginning to end.

"Don't you two go?" Ye Chen stood up in the seat, but he did not see Nie Feng and Ling Xuan stand up.

"It's good to look at it." Nie Feng and Ling Xuan smiled one after another.

“Okay.”

"Kang'er, don't let your teacher down." Before leaving, Zizhu Zhenren did not forget to stroke his beard.

"Look!" Ye Chen pursed his hair very casually, but he didn't know if this old guy named Zizhu would be able to cover it later because his disciples were about to soar into the sky.

"That's Li Kang?" Ye Chen walked down and attracted the attention of the Holy Lord of the Daluo Sword Sect.

"He is the disciple who swept across the three imperial realms with one palm." A saint beside him spoke.

"I never thought that Zizhu Peak had such a talented disciple, and Zizhu was hidden deep enough!"

"No matter how high the talent is, it is just a foil." A saint said without any concealment, but everyone did not refute it, because no matter how strong he is, he is not as strong as Zi Yang and the others.

As the few people talked, many disciples were already rushing to embark on the road of heaven, and it was so dark.

"This is not difficult!" Many disciples said in surprise. The first ten floors were very relaxed and there was basically no pressure.

However, before walking dozens of floors, some disciples' steps became heavy, their faces turned red by the pressure, and some even were simply pressed to kneel there half kneeling. Only then did they realize the horror of the road on the day. Only a few dozen floors were so difficult, let alone the nine hundred and ninety-nine floors.

"I can't hold on." Some disciples had crushed the jade and left the heavenly road.

Once someone leaves, a chain reaction occurs, and the disciples go down the road of heaven, so that the dark figures on the road of heaven suddenly become much empty.

However, there were also a few disciples who did not believe in evil, who were so overwhelmed that they still persisted.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amid the discussion, the three figures were walking side by side, with heavy steps, and the ladder he stepped on was pounding, without any pressure, heading straight up step by step, needless to say, Zi Yang and the others.

"So strong." The disciples who were sitting on the ladder rested, looked at the backs of the three of them in shock.

"It's actually no pressure."

"So, we are just a foil after all." Someone shook his head secretly.

"Overbial overestimate one's ability." Listening to the shocking voices all the way and feeling the awe-inspiring eyes, Zi Yang and the other two laughed in a joke. During this period, the three of them did not forget to look at each other, with provocative expressions in their eyes. The real competition has not yet begun, and the outcome is unknown.

"You think who will get to the focus first?" Looking at the Tianlu, the Holy Lord of the Daluo Sword Sect said slowly.

"I'm optimistic about Ziyang."

"I'm optimistic about Zili."

"Zi Tian is not weak either." Many saints stroked their beards one after another, "The position of the Son of God must be among the three of them, but no matter who they are, they are not as good as the Son of God of Daluo!"

Speaking of the Son of God Daluo, whether it is the Holy Lord of the Daluo Sword Sect, the saint or the quasi-saint elder, his face became cold. The Son of God who had tried his best to train him would die if he said he was dead.

Damn it!

As everyone was talking, screams came from below.

Hearing this, everyone stopped their thoughts and looked at Tianlu, and their eyes narrowed slightly.

It’s not their fault, nor is it the people present screaming. It’s mainly because there was a person walking too fast on the road of heaven, or jogging up all the way, as if he was directly ignoring the suppression of heaven.

Needless to say, that person is Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was the last one to go up the ladder. He shook his head all the way, and threw down batches of disciples. He walked to the five hundredth floor in one breath without stopping or breathing.
Chapter completed!