The Great Desolation: Read the Holy King, Extract the God Statue To Suppress Prison

Suddenly, a violent shout came from the sky, and a figure of the highest and most majestic appeared, and the endless holy might poured down, causing Chen Changsheng to stagnate slightly.

Chen Changsheng paused slightly, even though he knew that this was all an illusion, he couldn't stop the self-denial from appearing in his heart.

Immortal Dao, great sage, do you really deserve it?

"How about a saint! My way, only I can decide! Broken!"

Chen Changsheng shouted loudly, his eyes were extremely firm, and the tempering of his temperament had long been unshakable over the years.

At this time, one step out, countless phantoms shattered instantly, one step has already stood firm, and when it is advancing, it is the next step.

Turning to look, the rest of the people are still immersed in the environment, with different expressions on their faces, or struggling, or doubting, or twisting.

Looking up, he was the only one who broke the illusion.

With a slight smile, Chen Changsheng stepped up the stairs, firmly stepping on the second step.

At this moment, on the top of Kunlun Mountain, two figures turned their eyes and looked towards Chen Changsheng.

"This creature has a good temperament, but it just follows... it looks like a human race?"

"Yes, the human race, the cultivation base is no more than an immortal."

The two saints communicated, and Tongtian was a little interested in the words, while Yuanshi was slightly disappointed.

Humans are not innate spirits. Although they have innate Dao bodies, they are more than a little bit worse than innate spirits.

Fuyuan, the human race was born only 100,000 years ago, let alone Fuyuan.

Only the mind is good.

But to be one's own direct disciple, some are not enough.

Yuan Shi looked at Chen Changsheng with a slight disappointment, Tongtian saw all this, and turned to look at Chen Changsheng, a flash of regret flashed.

Chapter 3 Questioning the saint, is it really so important

Climbing up the three thousand questions ladder first, it can be seen that his heart is strong.

The human race was born only 100,000 years ago. This is not the best innate heel of the human race, but the acquired heel.

However, it can surpass all congenital souls in the test.

But unfortunately, his second brother paid too much attention to his heels.

However, Chen Changsheng didn't care what the sage thought, his own cultivation base was low, his heels were not strong, and his source of blessing was shallow.

At this time, being able to lead a group of immortals is entirely due to the perseverance of the heart.

Don't look at leading the immortals, but how can this lead last for a long time.

Before he could be proud, Chen Changsheng climbed up again, heading towards the top of the Three Thousand Questions Ladder.

Step by step, fantasy, coercion, asking heart.

The trials continued, Chen Changsheng was able to lead the way, and even surpassed many others.

At this time, the people behind also noticed this insignificant human race.

After all, the human race has a low status at this time, and its cultivation base is shallow. In front of a group of innate existences, it is really dazzling.

"Who is that human race? Why is it at the front?"

"Damn, that person must be cheating, the test of a saint, a mere human race can lead all of us!"

"Go after him, you must surpass him!"

Soon, the innate existences were catching up one by one, and they kept climbing towards the top step by step.

But 3000 questions about the way are also asking for the way of the mind. At this time, too much emphasis is placed on the sequence, and the mind is confused.

The gap between these people and Chen Changsheng is getting farther and farther.

Only Guangchengzi waited and kept his footsteps.

In the end, it is the choice of the twelve golden immortals, and it is not bad with Fuyuan, and the character is also excellent.

Unfortunately, they were also one step behind Chen Changsheng.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, two saints looked down.

"Tsk tsk, it is rare for a human race to have such a personality. Second brother, you have obtained a good disciple."

Tongtian sighed in admiration, looking at Chen Changsheng, the more he looked at it, the more joyful he became.

"The foundation of the human race is shallow, the source of blessing is not deep, and it is difficult to climb the avenue. Even if it is talented, it is only quasi-sage."

"It's not even halfway through the ladder, so it's unclear what the result will be."

The doctrine of Tongtian emphasizes teaching without distinction. In his eyes, Chen Changsheng is naturally a rare good seedling.

But in the case of teaching, following the source of blessing is more important than xinxing.

Seeing that Chen Changsheng's lead was getting bigger and bigger, Yuan Shi actually frowned even more.

If the 129,000 innate human races of the human race evolved from Sanguang Shenshui and Jiutian Xiyuan, they would be no worse than their feet.

But the human race in front of him is only the acquired human race, and only the immortal cultivation base, how can Yuanshi be satisfied.

If Chen Changsheng was the first to reach the summit, what would he do with it?

Twelve direct disciples, impossible.

Yuan Shi shook his head slightly, all of which were seen by Tongtian.

If you don't give the promised direct disciple, then give an outer disciple quota?

After thinking about it, Yuan Shi shook his head again.

A human race is even worse than the demon race with scales and armor.

Having become his own disciple in this way, he will be ridiculed and ridiculed constantly in the future.

Let's see first, if this human race is really the first to climb the questioning ladder, then give a spiritual treasure and send it away.

If not, it's better.

After making up his mind, Yuan Shi instead calmed down and looked at the three thousand asked ladders.

The five-hundred-year period was set for ordinary disciples and even outer disciples.

As for Chen Changsheng and the others with a tyrannical temperament, they had reached the top in just a few years.

Chen Changsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead slightly, it was quite difficult to climb the ladder.

Greed, hatred, ignorance, pleasure, emotions and desires, and the torture of mind and nature emerge in an endless stream.

Not only climbing all kinds of trials, but also the coercion of saints.

Fortunately, Chen Changsheng persevered one by one, even if the people behind him struggled to catch up, he was still at the top of the pack, no one could compare.

At this time, he couldn't help laughing. On the top of the mountain, no one other than himself has successfully reached the top.

Not to mention the head of the twelve golden immortals, there should always be one disciple.

After calming down, Chen Changsheng looked slightly at the two figures in the distance, and his mind was shocked.

The majesty of the sage comes from the surface, invisible and invisible, and its **** can be seen, but it is difficult to find its trace.

Jumping out of the Three Realms, without being invisible, is just like that.

"Chen Changsheng of the human race, pay homage to the sage of Yuanshi, the sage of Tongtian!"

Chen Changsheng hurriedly saluted and shouted excitedly.

The saint is right in front of him, and he is the first to pass the test, and he should be successful.

At that time, with the interpretation of teaching and footsteps, and with the style of teaching and protecting shortcomings, he will walk through the wilderness by himself, and he will also have the backing of saints.

However, Yuan Shi just glanced at Chen Changsheng indifferently.

"I teach my disciples, and I focus on following the source of blessings. As an acquired human race, you have low heels and shallow blessings, and it is difficult for you to enter my door."

"The human race is weak, if not for the protection of saints, it will not survive for a thousand years."

"Although your talent is good, you are far from the source of blessings, which is far from my request for apprenticeship."

"This sage will give you a spiritual treasure, let's go."

The sage's indifferent voice appeared, Chen Changsheng's expression gradually changed, and a trace of unwillingness welled up in his heart.

Humans are weak? Can't live a thousand years?

The joy just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by sadness and anger.

You are not far away, come from the human race, you have worked so hard to get the first place in the trial, but you can only get such humiliating words?

Go home on your own?

Chen Changsheng lowered his head and said nothing.

It was during this time that some people climbed to the top of the mountain.

Guangchengzi, Chi Jing, and Taiyi Zhenren all reached the top at this time.

The twelve golden immortals, most of whom gathered together, all looked over at this time.

Chi Jing, afraid of Liusun and others breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the saint did not accept it, if you let yourself call a celestial being a senior brother, how can you feel?

On the other hand, Taiyi, the son of Guangcheng, couldn't bear it. He went to the top of the ladder and won the first place, only to get the sage's response.

Anyone who changes it will be unwilling.

"If you don't want to leave, you can also go to the outside door of the interpretation..."

Yuan Shi frowned, and more and more people around him had to speak.

"The sage of Yuanshi, heel, source of blessing, luck, is it really so important?".

Chapter 4 Reading Books, The Holy King

Chen Changsheng raised his head and asked Yuan Shi unwillingly.

"The human race, what the deity just said is the foundation of the prehistoric life, and it is naturally important."

Yuan Shi's tone was cold, and he was already impatient.

At this time, more and more people climbed the Kunlun Mountains, and they all looked at Chen Changsheng.

Saints do not accept? No matter how fast you climb, what's the use, it's not in vain.

For a time, countless eyes looked at Chen Changsheng with great interest.

The mere human race is not as good as the lowest level of the demon race, and it also attempts to become the direct descendant of the saint.

A mere angel, so unknowingly, dares to climb to the top in front of everyone.

Alright now, this guy can't even get started.

The mere celestial beings, such as ants, how can they stand together with them.

For a time, everyone looked at Chen Changsheng mockingly.

Even, some people started to shout, don't waste time, the sage has to accept the words of other disciples.

Hundreds of years of arduous journey, once empty, and yet to be ridiculed, Chen Changsheng clenched his fists for a while.

"I originally thought that the saint was beyond the heavens and the world, and was different from what ordinary people see, but I didn't expect to be so short-sighted."

"How about the ants? Although the floods are big, the ants are still alive, and they can strengthen the clan by themselves."

"My human race was created by Saint Nuwa himself, and is in the power of creation. Even if we are weak for a moment, we will surely prosper one day!"

"Even if you are not as good as Fuyuan, you will definitely become stronger with your own efforts and stand on the top of the prehistoric tribe!"

Chen Changsheng's words were sonorous and thunderous.

It's all his heart.

But at the moment, it was just a laughing and generous remark.