In the vast world, there are countless martial arts, both good and evil, both powerful and weak. We cannot judge good and evil by martial arts. Those who kill people will always be the warriors who are in charge of martial arts, not the martial arts themselves.

Xiao Nan's vision is no longer a humble boy a hundred thousand years later. He has returned to one's lifetime and created a heart of divineness. His knowledge is far beyond the 90% of warriors in this world. He has passed the shallow state of judging people by his appearance.

Most of the Zixu Holy Land claim to be noble, such as Langyue Pavilion, who is ruthless and respected, and holds martial arts and asks about the truth, but what they do is even more evil than evil warriors. In terms of damnation, hypocrites like Langyue Pavilion deserve to die even more!

"Boom!" However, it was a pity that only half an inch of the tripod was raised, and before Mr. Zhi could see joy, the golden threads released by the soul compass broke, and the golden divine eyes were also shattered and destroyed, and he fell back to Mr. Zhi with the compass.

The third son of the Wanmo Sect and the Zhi son of the Zhi, were full of energy and defeated!

"Half inch, just this is really a failure." Mr. Zhi groaned, and his toes drifted across the floor, leaving many afterimages. He hit the pillars of the building steps and stabilized. He spilled out his mouth and saw a bitter and gloomy look on his face.

Lifting a cauldron of nine inches is a god of ancient genius, five inches is a peerless genius, and three inches is a genius of hundreds of years. Lifting a cauldron of one inch can lead to lightning and temper martial arts. Only half an inch is impossible to do anything.

"He has such a record too weak." He reached out to wipe the blood. Yu Guang looked at Xiao Nan, feeling a little lonely: "What qualifications do you have to prove that he is not weaker than Xiao Nan? It seems that the Yu family's contempt for him is not wrong?"

"Xiao Nan is definitely more than half an inch!" Master Zhi, known for his wisdom, naturally would not think that Xiao Nan is very weak. A genius warrior who is comparable to the peerless emperor vein of Emperor Wuzhao, would at least lift three inches of the tripod.

Half inch to three inch, there is no comparison at all, it is completely crushing.

He lost a lot, and the next thing he could do was watch the performances of stronger geniuses, especially the legendary boy who waved his hand like the decree of the God King to erase the poison prince. What amazing talent would he show?

Today, Mr. Poison and Mr. Love were ruthlessly erased. The three masters were extremely rare close friends in the battlegrounds of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. He was left alone. He wanted to hold his power and defeat everyone, but unfortunately he failed.

"Half inch, it's not bad. The Zixu warrior is like the endless stars in the nine heavens. There are not many people who have shaken the Thunder God Cauldron. Although Mr. Zhi's record is not amazing, it is not the worst."

Those present still agree with Mr. Zhi very much. As for the failure to defeat Xiao Nan, they can only say one regret. The battle between the young man and Di Wuzhao's soul is enough to prove that it is against the will of heaven. Isn't it so easy to surpass?

"I'll do it!" After Master Zhi stood up and challenged more of the Thunder God Cauldron. His soul was as bright as a star, and his sound was endless. He rendered the nineteenth floor like an ancient world of souls.

The genius competes for strange and beautiful things and performs a big show. Similar scenes happened three years ago. When the genius gathered together, there were enough people to urge the Thunder God to live in the grand tide.

The same is true today. Zixu admires those who leave their names on the Thunder List. Billions of creatures respect the gods and leave pictures of the martial arts mirrors, spreading them all over Zixu.

"Keng! Keng! Keng!" The Thunder God Cauldron shook the challengers one by one, and there was not even a person comparable to Mr. Zhi. Since then, no one has raised the cauldron.

The divine tripod stands in place, and the light flows like a god-like ancient things that are not allowed to be blasphemed.

The group of people looked extremely embarrassed, their bodies were slightly embarrassed, and they were of the same size as the Tianfu. They came from the holy land in the Zixu Martial Realm. Not to mention that they were the same as Emperor Wuzhao, they were no less than Mr. Zhi.

What happened? A group of people were suppressed like an ant. The tripod was extremely domineering. If you wanted to ask about the importance of this tripod, the tripod also asked whether they were qualified. This is an old saying, in today's language.

"Get out of here, a bunch of garbage is worthy of being the winner. Only those like our company's mission to Tuotian are qualified to raise the Thunder God Cauldron. If you see clearly, what is a genius on the God List?"

Si Mingtuotian snorted coldly, and squeezed out the crowd with force and ruthlessness. After the arrogant and crazy words, the aura of the third-grade thunder spirit swept across the 19th floor: "He will show his sharpness today, observer, tremble."

People were immediately angry, and the next moment, their anger was broken by Si Ming Tuotian's thunder soul. Under the boots of the trampling, endless shock rose: "The third-grade divine soul of the Ultimate level, awaken the fifth kind of divine soul talent!"

"Si Ming Tuotian's soul is stronger than that after Caoshan's battle, and it has undergone a great transformation in three months. Once, the soul was his weakness and was inferior to Qin Yue, but now it is completely among the top talented warrior of the soul."

Xiao Nan and other genius warriors were surprised: "No wonder Si Ming Tuotian is so arrogant. He was originally a person who could open a dyeing workshop with three points of color. His soul combat power has been further improved, and he doesn't take Zixu genius seriously."

"Thunder Holy City, the place where Siming Tuotian practices, the home court of Thunder God City Sect, masters such strength and with such a cruel mind, this person cannot be provoked."

The warriors who were bullied by Si Ming Tuotian trembled in their hearts, and instinctively put away their anger and resentment towards Si Ming Tuotian, and seemed humble in their caution, for fear that Si Ming Tuotian's anger would affect them.

"This is the world of martial arts. Those who are inferior to those who are trampled into the dust. It's nothing to humiliate them on the spot. As long as they don't violate their lives, they will swallow their anger. They don't want to become weak, they can only be strong!"

Xiao Nan was deeply moved and his desire for martial arts was even more firm. The sharp sword that fell on the Thunder God Cauldron began with the cauldron and proved that I was immortal!

"One inch!" Si Ming Tuotian is worthy of being a genius on the God List. He ranks among the top geniuses in the Zixu Martial Arts World. His thunder soul is in the form of a thunder dragon. His body is as long as a large pillar condensed by billions of thunder lightning. He surrounds the Thunder God Cauldron, just like a dragon and panyue.

With a roar, he actually raised the Thunder God Cauldron to the ground under the thunder God's tremor.

"Boom!" An extremely violent thunder power, like a mountain tide like a collapse of billions of thunder mountains, hitting the people around them. Their steps trembled, subconsciously releasing their divine energy to resist. Some weak people even retreated repeatedly, but saw Si Ming Tuotian leading to the first sacred thunder lightning.

Those who lift a tripod can attract a lightning light. The more light it is, the higher the quality, and the more effective it is for martial arts tempering. It is not the first time that Si Ming Tuotian has lifted a tripod. The effect of lightning light on him is weakened, but it is also an enviable blessing.

"Two inches!" Si Ming Tuotian, a world-famous object, and a form of a soul, also has the divine posture of an eternal giant. The scales produced by the divine body of the Thunder Dragon are engraved with endless martial arts true patterns, releasing an extremely violent sacred light, blessing with the power of truly turning a dragon into a dragon, and continuing to lift the Thunder God Cauldron with a huge downward momentum.

"So strong!" People's throats were filled with a small sun, and the scorching burning pain made the flesh tear-breaking, making them unable to spit out a word. Compared with this amazing power, they found that they were far superior to Mr. Zhi and other previous masters.

Master Zhi and other people who lifted the tripods were compared with Si Ming Tuotian, as if grass mustards were compared to stars, and they did not even have the qualifications to compare. Therefore, Master Zhi and other people who lifted the tripods showed bitter humiliation: "How come this is not a silent slap in the face?"

They tried their best to raise the tripod, but in the end they were nothing. They were easily surpassed by Si Ming Tuotian and stepped on their feet with dignity.

"Three inches!" Si Ming Tuotian was proudly like a sacred person, looking down on everything, nothing could be seen in his eyes, and he spoke a domineering statement. That was the will of the gods to kill the gods, and the Buddhas to kill the Buddha: "You must surrender to me today and witness the sharpness of the true genius, what is the legendary disciple of Doutianxing Sect, Xiao Nan, bullshit."

"I, Si Ming Tuotian is the legend of Zixu. You Doutian Star Sect, kneel down for me!"

"Kneel!" These two words roared and moved mountains and rivers, extremely violent, as if the god king above the nine heavens roared, causing everyone's eardrums to burst out as if they were torn apart. The blood was manic, and these two words were rolling and echoing all over their bodies, so uncomfortable that they were about to explode.

He was directly despised Xiao Nan, as arrogant as Si Ming Tuotian, and would not forget the humiliation of Caoshan. He sharpened his hatred day and night to make the sword. Today he drew his sword out of the sheath, intending to stomp the young man before the Great Martial Alliance. This silent contest had already begun.

"Sing!" Thunder dragon's giant body overflowed with golden martial arts light. The light contained countless ancient martial arts exquisiteness, and billions of sacred powers pulled it up an inch.

Thunder God House is like a fog light floating up from thunder seeds, which makes many people breathe stagnant, as if they were being knocked into the ancient times, looking up at the sky, a young man on the dragon soars in the sky, standing proudly on the nine levels of the divine sky, and under his feet the divine dragon swallows and spits thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and turns into dust!

"God-level power talent!" Di Wuzhao also jumped down his eyebrows: "I underestimate Si Ming Tuotian. Although this person is not the God-free vein, he is also extremely arrogant and arrogant, but he is far beyond many geniuses on the God-list."

Siming Tuotian successively used three kinds of soul talents, namely change talents, imprisonment talents, and power talents. The first two kinds of talents are supreme, and the power talents are god-level, which increases the power of the soul and shakes the Thunder Cauldron.

The first inch of the thunder cauldron was used to change talent by the Thunder Dragon, and turned into a giant. The second inch was to imprison the talent and block the thunder power. The third inch was shaken by a stronger force, and it was raised inch by an inch, like a tide, one wave higher than the other.

The warrior's soul lifts the tripod, and every inch is suppressed by a larger inch. One inch is only the power of a mountain. Two inches is close to ten mountain peaks, three inches are hundreds of mountain peaks, four inches are thousands of mountain peaks, and five inches are ten thousand mountain peaks, which is even more terrifying!

Siming Tuotian can lift three inches, but it is not in decline. He is a well-deserved genius and can stand up to praise. Although he is arrogant and domineering, his record is right in front of him. He is indeed qualified to call the previous person who lifts the tripod as "trash!"

He is also absolutely qualified to challenge Xiao Nan. Xiao Nan has never left the stage to lift the tripod. He has already lifted the tripod to prove that the glory of martial arts will never belong to the person in the past, but will always be bathed in those who create new achievements.

"If it were Xiao Nan, could it be three inches?" Under the strong light of Si Ming Tuotian, people naturally remembered Xiao Nan, who was in the same realm as Si Ming Tuotian in the past, ordered him to kneel down and walk on Caoshan, and was domineering. Today, the young man who is in the sacred city of Thunder God, would he have the result of his victory if he was to lift the tripod?

The Thunder God Cauldron tests the soul of a warrior, and can be verified by the Martial Emperor. In addition to the influence of the soul talent, even the strength of the soul is limited to the realm. The souls of those who hold the tripod five inches on the thunder list are all above the third level of the universe, and the young man's soul realm is only the first level of the universe.

Although he has good talent for soul and masters six kinds of soul talents, he is probably not ideal due to the realm of soul. He probably only raises three inches of the tripod to expand the current record for Si Ming.
Chapter completed!