Chapter 1977: Emperor Soul (Second)

"I still want to see these enchanting, no hurry!" Su Modao, he will not rush to the stone pillar.
Otherwise, if he is out of the test when he is tested, then he will leave the Temple of the Holy King, but it will not be worth the candle.
"You can rest assured that these enchanting, basically, will not come out within two days!" said the glamorous woman.
"Can you be sure?" Sumo asked with a strange look. How did the other party know that a few people would not come out within two days?
"Do you still ask questions? They have all upgraded their rankings and will get a chance. This time will take about two days!"
The glamorous woman took a look at Sumo, and then continued: "But also, their names are flashing, indicating that they are still rushing to the list, and there is no end to the opportunity!"
"It turns out!" Sumo instantly felt awkward. As long as he was on the list or raised his ranking, he would get it.
The process of getting the chance takes two days.
Presumably different rankings, the size of the opportunity is not the same.
The names of the four devils are constantly flashing, indicating that all four are on the list and have not accepted the opportunity.
Sumo has some heart, and wants to go in and have a look, what is the powerful strength of the so-called strongest holy king since ancient times.
Moreover, he must also go in and accept the test, because only when he rushes to the holy king list, he can see the spirit of the temple.
As the oldest being among the stars, the temple spirit is sure to know more about the reincarnation of the gods than others.
Thinking of this, Sumo had already made a decision in his heart. He spit out a spit and spit out a small group of blood.
For the rules of this stone column, Sumo has already understood, and the blood will have a mysterious connection with the people he belongs to.
The writings made by the blood will be revealed on the stone pillars, of course, to be able to enter the holy king list.
At this moment, his blood is not like the golden color in the vast world, but it has turned red again.
However, this red is very light, saying that it is dark yellow. The color may be more appropriate.
The light red blood, only the size of the soy beans, slowly creeps under the control of Sumo's mind, and then turns into three small characters - Shangguan.
Under such a large audience, Sumo naturally cannot use his real name, so he used the name of Shangguan.
"Is this kid really going to be on the list?"
"Shangguan? You haven't heard of it!"
"Initial Wu Sheng can enter the Temple of the Holy King, it is indeed extraordinary, but the repair is too low!"
"Yeah, I want to punch the list, there is no possibility of a half!"
Everyone saw Sumo want to enter the list of Shizhu, many people face the color of laughter, the initial Wusheng wants to punch the list, there is no possibility of half-point, it is ok to go up and see.
Of course, if you say that the whole sky is in the sky, the people who can rush to the list of the kings in the early days, perhaps only the Sumo who was rumored to be rumored.
However, everyone does not think that the Shangguan in front of him is the eternal demon of Sumo.
After all, Sumo is like a street mouse. He is chased by the Wu, the true, and the Taiyin. Where can he dare to show up?
Sumo ignored the discussion of the crowd, the name of the sleeves, the name of the blood, flew into the stone pillar, and instantly integrated into it.
Then, Somo strode forward and went straight to the stone pillar.
After the stone pillars were integrated into his blood, it seemed to have some kind of mysterious connection with him. As if it was a hundred rivers, Sumo went straight into the stone pillar and disappeared.
"Senior brother, this person is not very simple!" The glamorous woman saw Sumo disappear, and said to the majestic youth around him.
"Is this still used? The Wusheng in the early days of his district can resist the tearing force at the door of the temple. It is certainly not simple!" The majestic youth also said in a voice.
"No, I mean, this person may have the strength of the Holy King!" The glamorous woman's face is a dignified voice.
Appropriate, she carefully explored Sumo, found a very hidden power in Sumo's body, this force is very powerful, unfathomable.
"The strength of the holy king class? Is it not possible?" The majestic youth was surprised to hear how the early Wusheng might have the strength of the holy king, thinking that everyone is Sumo!
"Maybe! See if this person can rush to the Holy King!" The glamorous woman said, even if it has the strength of the Holy King, it is unlikely to rush to the Holy King.
After all, those who can be listed on the Holy Kings are the ultimate in the strength of the Holy King.
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After Su Mo walked into the stone pillar, his eyes suddenly opened up and looked up. This is a gray space.
This space is huge, and you can't see it at the end.
Sumo stood in the void and did not move. He knew in his heart that since it was a test, there would naturally be an opponent. He just had to wait.
Sure enough, just after a period of breathing, thousands of miles ahead, the space slowly distorted.
A tall figure, slowly coming out of the distorted space.
This person seems to be young, about twenty years old, his body is tall and straight, and his silver robes are temperamental.
And this person's face, face like axe chopping knife, sharp edges and corners, looks fortitude and cold.

Hey?
Sumo saw this person, and suddenly he raised his eyebrows. This person is the strongest holy emperor since the ancient days.
However, how does he feel that this person and the landlord of Wanjieshan have two similarities!
Sumo has not seen the landlord, but there is a statue of the Lord on the square of Wanjie Mountain.
In his opinion, the face of this person is somewhat similar to the face of the statue of the Lord.
"Don't the emperor's soul be the master of the Wanjie Mountain?" Sumo guessed that this is very likely.
However, he can't prove it now. After all, it is only two points of similarity. It can't explain anything.
"In the early days of Wu Shengjing!" The Emperor looked at Sumo and said with a blank expression.
Sumo did not pay attention to the other side, the idea of ​​a move, the flying insect sword appeared in his hands, the purple gold light filled.
"Your cultivation is too low, and I am not qualified to let me shoot!" The emperor saw Sumo's appearance as a big battle, and immediately shook his head.
"Is it?" Sumo heard the words, suddenly brows, this person is not a projection of ideas? Actually, will you look down on people?
This is a surprise, is this projection already has a sense of wisdom.
"If you don't shoot, then I will shoot!" Sumo said faintly.
"Get out, I only have 10% strength. If you can beat me, you will have the strength of the Holy King!" said the Emperor.
"One percent?" Sumo sneered, and then he did not hesitate to shoot, a sword waved out.
The eye-catching chaos is like a heaven and a world, and it traverses the sky.
"There is really the strength of the Holy King!" The emperor saw the attack of Sumo, and suddenly he was surprised.
In this regard, the Emperor and the soul did not resist, since Sumo has the strength of the Holy King, he does not need to shoot.
Immediately, the body of the Emperor's soul was instantly smashed by the sword and was directly killed.