It was as if history was repeating itself.
In the long river of history, Wang Chen moved forward step by step.
The appearance of Wu Qingxue and the South Sea Venerable gave Wang Chen a huge shock.
In particular, Wang Chen saw the two of them in the images from the ancient times.
Beside the two of them, there was a man who was like a mountain. Who was he?
Even though they were separated by time and space and countless years, Wang Chen could still feel the majestic aura from the figure.
That fleeting glance was even more shocking. The gaze seemed to be able to see through Wang Chen and everything in the world.
"Could he be the descendant of a True God?"
Wang Chen furrowed his brows, feeling anxious and doubtful.
Even though they were separated by time and space, the familiar feeling could not be erased.
It was an instinctive reaction.
At first sight of the man, Wang Chen subconsciously felt that he was the same kind of person as him.
In fact, Wang Chen was in a trance for a moment, which made him feel that the person was him and he was the person.
That was an even more mysterious feeling.
Unfortunately, the image was fleeting and the time left for Wang Chen to think was too short.
…
Whoosh …
After an unknown period of time, when the image of the ancient battlefield stopped, Wang Chen walked out of the long river of history.
When Wang Chen regained his senses, he was already standing in a palace that was filled with an ancient aura.
History did not diminish the aura of the palace.
On the contrary, the palace presented in front of Wang Chen at this moment was full of a majestic aura after the baptism of countless years.
"The core of the temple! This is it, right? "
Wang Chen muttered to himself as a trace of shock flashed across his mind.
This was the core of the temple.
There was no mistaking the aura.
And the aura that was summoning him was right here.
"Wu Qingxue, who is the South Sea Venerable? What did they do in the ancient times? What about the ancient times? What did they do? "
Wang Chen narrowed his eyes and thought back to the scene he had seen before.
Even the core of the temple, which was right in front of him, was temporarily put aside by Wang Chen.
"It's a pity that I've seen too little. Could it be that there are more secrets hidden in this palace? "
Looking at the huge palace in front of him, Wang Chen thought to himself.
"Wang Chen! You're here! "
However, just as Wang Chen fell into silence, a deep voice rang out.
Boom …
This sudden voice caused Wang Chen's entire body to tremble involuntarily.
Wang Chen quickly raised his head and looked ahead. He could not help but gasp.
A few hundred meters in front of him, Wang Chen saw a figure standing there quietly.
Who was it?
Why didn't he notice it before?
No! Wang Chen was sure that the first thing he did when he arrived here was to glance at the entire palace. Although it was only a slight glance, Wang Chen had a panoramic view of the situation here.
Wang Chen could guarantee that he had never seen such a figure standing here before.
It was an old man who looked to be in his sixties.
He had white hair and a ruddy complexion. His entire body emitted an invisible aura like a saint as he stood in this space.
As far as Wang Chen could see, he felt that it was illusory and illusory.
"Who are you!"
Seeing this figure, Wang Chen's pupils shrank as he asked in a deep voice.
"Me? Your greatest enemy! "
Before Wang Chen could think further, the figure answered softly.
Wang Chen's greatest enemy! This was the answer he gave.
This answer made Wang Chen's heart beat faster.
Greatest enemy?
Currently, the Third Young Master, the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, and Mount Sainte could be considered as Wang Chen's greatest enemy.
Apart from them, there seemed to be no so-called greatest enemy.
The old man standing here was not the Third Young Master, nor was he from the Dragon Slaying Pavilion. Could it be …
"It's you! The master of Mount Sainte, the Holy Lord! "
Wang Chen's face turned solemn.
This was the only possibility! Could the old man in front of him be the most mysterious person in Mount Sainte?
In an instant, Wang Chen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The Holy Lord of Mount Sainte!
This was definitely one of the most mysterious people in the world. He had too many Kobe on him, and he was shrouded in an incomparably mysterious veil.
Apart from the few core people in Mount Sainte. No one knew what kind of person their Holy Lord was.
Even the protectors of Mount Sainte might not know who their Holy Lord was.
What about the elders? Whether the elders of Mount Sainte knew who their Holy Lord was, only the heavens knew.
At this moment, could such a mysterious person be standing in front of him?
Wang Chen was in disbelief.
A huge sense of danger spread in an instant.
This was definitely a huge threat. It never occurred to Wang Chen that he would meet this mysterious guy in such a way.
In terms of strength, there were probably only a handful of people in the world who could be compared to the Holy Lord.
It could even be said that he stood at the peak of the world. In the battlefield, there were probably only a handful of people who could be compared to him.
Wang Chen knew that the Holy Lord had come to the Temple.
However, when he was in the third level, he encountered an independent space. This made Wang Chen heave a sigh of relief.
Wang Chen subconsciously thought that the core of the Temple was the same.
Just like when he and Wang Yan entered the True God's cave!
However, the current situation indicated that Wang Chen seemed to have miscalculated, didn't he?
"You are the Holy Lord of Mount Sainte! Do you want to kill me? "
After taking in a breath of cold air, Wang Chen asked with a cold face.
His whole body tensed up, and Wang Chen slightly arched his body.
The energy in his body was pushed to the extreme in an instant. Wang Chen looked at the Holy Lord with vigilance.
"Holy Lord? Hehe … "
Hearing Wang Chen's words, the old man seemed to have thought of something, revealing a smile.
That smile gave people a very warm feeling. However, it did not make Wang Chen relax.
Why did Wang Chen seem to sense a trace of desolation and self-mockery in that smile of his?
Could it be …
"Maybe! You can call me that! At the very least, everyone on this side of the Sacred Mountain calls me that! "
Before Wang Chen's thoughts could fully spread, the old man had already spoken.
His words made Wang Chen silent.
Was he really the Holy Lord?
"As for killing you?"
The corners of the Holy Lord's mouth rose as he continued, "I really want to kill you. In fact, I want to kill you too! What do you think? The True God's successor?
Whether it is from Mount Sainte's point of view or from my point of view, you must die! Good, I have waited for you! "
With a gloomy look in his eyes, the old man's voice became low.
"I know that you are strong. However, I will try my best to resist! Want to kill me? Let's see what you can do! "
Hearing the old man's words, Wang Chen's heart sank to the bottom.
He said with a heavy face.
This was an unprecedented crisis.
That's right. It was even more dangerous than when Wang Chen had met the Third Young Master.
Was the Holy Lord someone that the Third Young Master could compare to?
The Third Young Master was very heaven-defying. No one could deny this. However, how could this heaven-defying ability compare to the Holy Lord of Mount Sainte?
Wasn't the Holy Lord of Mount Sainte a proud son of heaven chosen from countless people in the world? In terms of talent, Wang Chen was sure that the Holy Lord's talent was not inferior to anyone else's. It was not something that anyone could compare to.
Even Wang Chen might not be able to compare to the Holy Lord's talent.
In terms of resources, how could the Holy Lord, who was nurtured by all the resources of Mount Sainte, be comparable to an ordinary person?
What was the Third Young Master?
Even if the Dragon Slaying Pavilion's resources could compare to Mount Sainte's, would the Dragon Slaying Pavilion spare no expense to let the Third Young Master use their resources? No way!
However, Mount Sainte could increase the Holy Lord's strength at all costs.
This was the difference.
In addition to the difference in age …
The Holy Lord … represented death. This was the God of Death on the battlefield! This was the God of Death for all of Mount Sainte's enemies. He ruled over heaven and earth and life.
If such a person wanted to kill someone, basically no one would be able to stop him.
If such a person wanted to kill Wang Chen, what could Wang Chen do?
Death? Perhaps it was an irreversible ending.
However, Wang Chen could not allow himself to be captured without putting up a fight.
He wanted to fight.
Since he had come this far, how could he give up so easily?
Thinking of this, Wang Chen felt a tinge of bitterness in his heart.
In the end, he still fell into Mount Sainte's trap?
This was Mount Sainte's greatest killing move, right?
"Damn it!"
Wang Chen could not help but curse.
No wonder Mount Sainte was so fearless.
Wang Chen and Sun Yifan both thought that they had completely muddied the waters. They both thought that they had put Mount Sainte in a dilemma.
However, who knew if this was Mount Sainte's overt plot? Was this the outcome that Mount Sainte wanted all along?
Thinking of this, Wang Chen's eyes flickered faintly.
"Hehe … Not resigned? I know you're not resigned! How could the successor of the True God be resigned? Don't worry, you're not the first, but you will definitely be the last! "
As if sensing Wang Chen's heart, the old man said with a faint smile.
Speaking of this, he seemed to have recalled something, and his eyes started to drift.
"What did you say?"
Finally, after hearing the old man's words, Wang Chen seemed to have realized something and asked.
"Could it be …"
The look on Wang Chen's face grew more and more doubtful.
He wasn't the first, but he was the last.
Could it be that he was talking about the successor of the True God?
Wang Chen knew that he was the last successor of the True God.
In fact, from the clues that Wang Chen had obtained, this seemed to be his last hope.
If he did not reach that height this time and failed, then after he died, the successor of the True God would not appear again.
He was the last successor of the True God.
Before him, there were a total of seven True God inheritors.
He was the eighth!
In that case, another successor of the True God had fallen in the hands of this Holy Lord?
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