Reading to Become a God

On this day, thousands of people gathered together, and the people were densely packed.

A sword discussion meeting among all races will determine the strongest person. How many people want to miss such a major event recorded in the history of spiritual practice?

"Look, it's King Qingpeng!"

"It is said that King Qingpeng strives to be the first in the Ten Thousand Races Sword Competition this time, and he will sacrifice the human race Ye Chen to the flag."

A man from a year ago, in human form, was walking on one of the roads in Fengyuntai, moving forward slowly. The surrounding cyan light shone for a long time, making people unable to open their eyes.

"The Taoist Son of the Gods, the great road rises and falls at his feet!"

"The Gods are the darlings of the world and are naturally close to Dao. In front of you, Daozi of the Gods is an invincible existence among them. When he reaches the perfection of the king's state, Dao will come to court."

In addition, there are also the strongest younger generations of each race, who are all the protagonists of this world.

On the four avenues, every time a young strong man walks by, there is a roar of mountains and tsunamis. There are a total of 108 people participating in the finals of the Ten Thousand Races Sword Competition.

These are the strongest among the ten thousand monks chosen through a great battle.

"Look, it's human Ye Chen!"

Someone with sharp eyes looked at a man in plain clothes walking slowly forward on another passage.

One person and one sword, their momentum is not as powerful as the previous ones, but no one underestimates them.

There are only three or four people from the human race in this Ten Thousand Races Sword Discussion Conference, and Ye Chen is the one with the loudest voice among them. His record of 100 consecutive victories is eye-catching.

"Please Holy Master win glory for the human race!"

"The Holy Lord is invincible. Defeat these self-righteous geniuses and show them that the strong men of the human race cannot be humiliated."

During this period of time, all races looked down upon the human race, and Ye Chen, as a participant in this competition, was used as a stepping stone by the strong men of other races.

All the humans on the field hope that Ye Chen can turn the tide.

Three sticks of incense have passed, and the sword discussion conference of all races has officially begun!

Fifty-four contestants are qualified to turn over the cards. The names of the other fifty-four people are written on the wooden cards. Only at the moment when the cards are turned over can you know who your opponent is.

Ye Chen looked at the fifty-four factions above the void and randomly selected one.

His game is still ahead.

The other young strong men have already found their opponents. When everything is ready, the players will enter the stage!

On the Wind and Cloud Platform, a heroic male protagonist wearing golden battle armor and holding a Tiange stood on the platform. The mountains below were roaring and the tsunami was roaring, and his powerful aura swept across all directions.

The son of the underlord, a genius of a generation, is like the protagonist of heaven and earth.

"This is the divine son of the Baxia clan. According to the legend of the Baxia clan, he is one of the nine sons of the true dragon. He has the blood of a true dragon and is extremely powerful. It is said that when he was born, he had a million kilograms of strength."

"Yes, the Son of God in front of you is the strongest person in the entire Baxia clan. He has reached the realm of king. In terms of strength, he can even compete with the saint for hegemony!"

"Not only that, some time ago, the Son of God has surpassed the Saint in power."

"It seems that the Son of God in front of me has embarked on the path of proving the Tao through strength."

The monks in the audience looked at the man on the Fengyun Tower and couldn't help but sigh.

In the other direction, a human race frowned. He did not expect that he would encounter such a troublesome person in the first game of the finals.

But how can a person who has reached this point be afraid of standing because of the other party's reputation?

After adjusting his mentality, he took a deep breath and walked to the Fengyun Tower.

After Baxia Shenzi saw his opponent, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Just a weak human race.

"war!"

The human race shouted loudly, and the surrounding divine light shone. He was indeed very strong, but his opponent was even more powerful than him.

"boom!"

The wind and cloud platform trembled, and under the powerful force, the human race finally couldn't support it. He was no match for the Son of God.

Although they are both geniuses, the gap between geniuses cannot be underestimated.

Vomiting blood, the young man's chest exploded. He endured the injury and said to the Son of God.

"I lost!"

But at this time, Son of God Ba Xia held Tian Ge, looked down at the human race in front of him, and said.

"Did I ask you to admit defeat?"

The human race felt a chill in its heart and did not understand the meaning of the son of God in front of him.

Based on the competition rules of this Ten Thousand Races Sword Conference, although casualties are not ruled out, many people can still hold back and allow the opponent to admit defeat.

After all, those who can participate in this competition are either powerful people or have extremely profound backgrounds.

And after discovering such a scene, the Lord Underlord in front of him was not even allowed to admit defeat?

Among the human race, people were already extremely angry.

"In the Sword Discussion Conference, no one is still aggressive after admitting defeat."

"Son of the Lord, do you think my human race has no one?"

"You fellow Overlords, please don't bully others too much. I, the genius of the human race, have already given in!"

"My dear son, please spare my young master's life!"

An old man begged with a panicked expression.

As long as one party does not allow it and the fight really needs to continue, the organizer has nothing to do. After all, the forces organizing this conference are too complicated.

If you are not careful, you may offend a certain powerful force.

"Haha, human race? What does it matter?"

The Son of God Ba Xia smiled softly and did not pay any attention to what the human race below said.

When the young tribe heard this sentence, his heart was shocked.

The other party was going to kill him, so he quickly flew towards it.

But how could Baxia Shenzi let him go so easily?

The murderous intention was everywhere, and a handful of Tiange struck down like a shooting star.

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"Pfft."

A human hero was nailed to the Wind and Cloud Tower by the Son of God, with an unyielding expression on his face.

He didn't expect that the other party would really dare to do this, because this kind of thing had never happened before.

The blood of the human race was stained on the Fengyuntai, Baxia Shenzi said with a soft smile.

"How weak."

The humans in the audience loudly rebuked him, but no one responded on the stage.

The old man held the body of the young clan member and slowly shed tears.

The competition will continue, and the young generation of all races will take the first step to become invincible on this stage.

In the eyes of foreigners, the human race is just like their stepping stone.

A man covered in black armor had a hint of cruelty on his face. He pierced a human's body with one palm, and blood spread all over the Fengyun Tower.

In the finals of the Ten Thousand Races Sword Conference, the foreigners went beyond the tacit rules among the races and completely killed the human race.

Originally, not many people from the human race participated in this final. Under the merciless situation of the strong men from all races, several young strong men from the human race were all killed.

Of course, the human race was very angry, even some of the great religions. They responded to the people who organized this Ten Thousand Races Sword Discussion Conference, but it had no effect.

The name of the human race is like an ant, being killed at will.

Now in the entire competition, there is only one human race left alive, and that is Ye Chen.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen's game was mentioned, and Ye Chen walked onto the stage, dressed in plain clothes and holding a long sword.

The person standing in front of him was from outside the territory and his race was unknown.

Because all races have now transformed into human races, under normal circumstances, it is not difficult to see.

"Human race? I'm so lucky!"

The man's eyes exuded endless killing intent, with a trace of ridicule on his face.

In their eyes, the human race is their plaything, and the human race in this world is a despicable race.

For them to compete with such a lowly race on stage is simply an insult to their sacred bloodline.

At this moment, the human race no longer had the excitement it had before.

This happened several times in a row. The human race was easily wiped out by foreign races. Even though they knew that Ye Chen in front of them was unparalleled in battle, the human race had given up hope.

In this foreign race conference, no one from their human race can enter the top hundred.

"Holy Lord Ye, you should be able to win, right?"

"It's hard to say. The few humans in front of us will not escape the fate of being killed. I'm afraid Holy Lord Ye will also be robbed."

The humans watching below gathered together and whispered.

When the foreigners saw that it was Ye Chen, they were already booing. As long as Ye Chen was chopped off the stage, there would be no human race on top of this sword competition among all races.

The outsider's eyes flashed, and powerful power burst out in his body, sweeping over the Fengyun Tower, captivating people's hearts.

The next moment, Ye Chen drew his sword, and thousands of sword rays formed a sky-shattering rainbow. In an instant, half of the outsider's body was cut off, and blood flowed out and spilled on the stage.

"Holy Lord Ye. Is he so powerful?"

"One sword is just one sword!"

"Perhaps Holy Lord Ye can compete for the top ten in this competition for our human race!"

Some people said that Ye Chen's power had exceeded their previous estimates.

That was a man who had reached the perfection of the realm of king, and he was worshiped by a sword.

With such strength, some people predict that even if they don't make it into the top ten, they can still win an excellent ranking for the human race, at least not even into the top hundred.

After looking at the outsider who had no fighting power, Ye Chen turned around and left.

Just when Ye Chen was about to step off the stage, an old man burst into tears. He looked at Ye Chen in front of him and knelt down.

"My young master has already admitted defeat, but he was nailed to death by Na Baxia Shenzi on this Fengyun Tower. I beg Holy Master Ye to avenge my young master and avenge the humiliation of the human race!"

Behind the old man, the human race stood in front of Ye Chen and bowed forward.

"I beg Holy Lord Taiyi to avenge the humiliation of the human race!"

"I beg Holy Lord Taiyi to avenge the humiliation of the human race!"

"I beg Holy Lord Taiyi to avenge the humiliation of the human race!"

The crowd was shouting and full of anger. The human race was extremely angry!

They have already given in, why do they still want to kill? Do you really not take the human race seriously?

But Ye Chen didn't say a word, he was very calm.

Although the human monk petitioned, why did he take action?

Discussing swords, since it is within the rules, death is death! Everything is still due to lack of strength.

Just don't agree, but Baxia has already set a precedent!

Since the opponent can be killed directly even if he admits defeat, he doesn't mind killing these non-human monks!

all!

Kill!

The next battle happened to be with Ba Xia.

Ye Chen had already held back, and what he was doing now was within the rules.

Unless there are special circumstances, he will not choose to kill directly.

The game continues, the first fifty-four people have fully appeared, and everyone has won once.

Not long after, the second game officially started.

Now in this competition, we have to compete for the twenty-seven strongest people among all races.

And the first game is between Ye Chen and Ba Xia!

All races are waiting to watch this game, after all, it is the last hope of the entire race.

Ye Chen stepped forward, and the entire Fengyuntai trembled instantly!