As time goes by, more and more people arrive at the same moon star.
How many?
There are people all over the mountains and plains, and it is difficult to even set up a tent.
There is no way. Although the star is a huge thing, almost everyone in the star universe has come running over. Can you not be crowded?
The problem is, even if you young people come here, those old men with white beards also come over, how can they join in the fun?
You definitely can't get in.
But no matter what age or relative age, tons and tons of people come over and force their way in.
"Di Zize!"
"Di Zixuan!"
"Di Ziming!"
A few days later, the golden generation also arrived one after another.
The strongest golden generation now is only at the Venerable level, and can definitely compete on the road to becoming a god. And the timing is just so good. They happen to be Venerables, and they can be the strongest fighting force on the road to becoming an emperor.
So, who can compete with them?
History has proved with facts that those who can become emperor are almost the first three people who complete the imperial path, and the worst is the top ten, and those are pitifully few.
Therefore, if the golden generation occupies the top ten, it is equivalent to taking away the destiny of heaven and earth. So what if Yang Yihuan and Wan Dao are more talented than them? Heaven and earth will not love them!
Besides, the Golden Generation can kill people on the Imperial Road. This is a secret realm. Secret realms compete for life and death. This is the default rule of all forces.
Countless geniuses have come, but none can compare to the brilliance of the golden generation.
Yes, although Yang Yihuan, Ding Shu, Shi Yi, and Wan Dao have risen strongly, their time is still short after all, and they have not yet had a head-to-head confrontation with the Golden Generation, so the public still thinks that the Golden Generation is the most awesome.
Ling Han sat cross-legged on one side, watching the arrival of a famous emperor's son, both of whom were extremely powerful.
This time should be the most important screening on the road to becoming an emperor, because according to history, only the top ten people at most are qualified to compete for the throne. Therefore, after this time, the pattern of becoming an emperor will be clear.
And this is also the last chance to overtake in a corner. If we get a big opportunity on the Imperial Road, maybe the silver generation can stand up and become the masters.
Everyone is full of ambitions, and they all aim at the only throne.
He became an emperor and his name will last forever, overwhelming the heavens.
Who will remember the losers?
Day by day, more and more geniuses are coming, some of whom have never been heard of before, but now they appear out of nowhere. It is amazing that there are so many low-key geniuses.
Soon, Yang Yihuan also arrived.
He was still calm and calm, and there was no fluctuation even when facing Di Lu, which made Ling Han a little surprised.
Because to be honest, Ling Han was still full of imagination and longing for Di Lu, as well as a hint of awe for the unknown.
But Yang Yi was too calm, too calm to be justified.
Of course he was escorted by Saint Yue, and that saint was very low-key, standing with his hands behind his back. If someone hadn't witnessed it, who would have guessed that he was actually a saint?
The space was torn apart, and a big green hand poked out, and then an old man in blue came out, followed by a young man behind him, wearing a purple royal robe, exuding endless majesty.
Hey, who is this person?
All the emperors and clansmen were also surprised, because the old man in green clothes was clearly a saint, but none of them knew who this old man was.
Oh my god, what's going on?
When did the saints become so worthless and start popping up one by one?
"Brother Yang, you're here!" Just as everyone was guessing the identities of the old man and the young man, the young man in purple robe greeted Yang Yi.
What, this person actually knows Yang Yihuan?
Hiss, Yang Yi came out of the Demonic Mist Silver Mountain, how could he still have old acquaintances?
"Brother He!" Yang Yi also smiled and nodded towards the purple-robed young man.
What an old acquaintance!
This made everyone whisper, what is the background of this young man in purple robe.
"Fellow Taoist, what do you call me?" Saint Hongguang asked, raising his hands to the old man in green.
The old man in green showed a proud look, but did not answer.
Saint Hongguang couldn't help but feel annoyed. He is also a saint, and he is also a saint from the Imperial Clan. Your attitude is too arrogant.
"Fellow Taoist, you've passed!" He stretched out his hand, turned into a giant hand that covered the sky, and grabbed the old man in green.
"Ignorance!" The old man in green snorted, and two black swords fell out of his eyes. They slashed towards the giant hand. In the dance of the sword shadow, the big hand was quickly chopped off.
"Ugh!" Hongguang Saint couldn't help but groaned, and saw blood flowing out of his right hand.
The giant hand was chopped off, and he also suffered a backlash and suffered some minor injuries.
This shocked everyone. They must know that Hongguang Saint is a three-star saint. To be able to hurt him so easily, the old man in green must be at least a five-star saint!
Hongguang Saint suffered a loss and couldn't help but become angry.
I am a saint from the Imperial Clan, do you dare to bully me?
Phew, he sacrificed the imperial weapon, which was a golden cauldron.
Buzz, a golden cauldron hung above his head, with swords, axes, axes and other weapons branded on it. As they floated gently, these weapons all shone brightly, exuding an extremely fierce aura.
The imperial soldiers are about to revive, killing saints is like killing chickens.
The old man in green clothes showed no emotion at all. There was a big blood-colored umbrella open above his head, and it was covered with white skulls, all of which were filled with terrifying murderous intent.
"What!" All the imperial clans looked shocked, "Emperor soldiers!"
This is definitely an imperial weapon!
Who would have thought that a mysterious saint would appear and bring imperial soldiers with him.
"Which imperial clan is this from?"
"I have never heard of such an imperial soldier!"
"Oh my god, there is actually a hidden imperial clan?"
This shocked the Imperial Clan. It turned out that besides them, there was also a hidden Imperial Clan.
Imperial soldiers versus imperial soldiers!
Saint Hongguang lost his temper all of a sudden. If the emperor's soldiers fought, the most likely result would be that both sides would suffer losses. Moreover, he was only a three-star saint, and there would definitely be no opponent who could support him. Therefore, even if the emperor's soldiers fought to no avail, he would not win.
Will be the first to fail.
How about a fight?
A possible war disappeared without a trace, and Saint Hongguang was naturally disgraced. He sat with a dark face. If he hadn't still had the important task of protecting the family emperor, he would have definitely thrown away his sleeves and left.
I can't afford to lose face like this!
Ling Han was also surprised, where did this young man in purple robe come from?
You know, although Yang Yi has always been polite to others, he is extremely proud at heart, but his attitude towards the purple-robed young man shows a trace of fear.
This is the kind of expression one would have only when facing a powerful opponent.
There is another strong opponent.
Ling Han said in his heart, but he was not afraid at all, only excited.
"The Imperial Road is open!" Someone suddenly shouted.
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