God-level Stealing System

The mountains are high, and the mountains are high, and the mountains are high, and the Baishenmang Mountain is hidden in a sea of ​​clouds. There are nearly a hundred mountains standing majestically in this sea of ​​clouds. Mountains and mountains are not enough to describe its magnificence.

Among them, the ten most prominent mountains are different from other hills. Since ancient times, famous mountain sects have had their own mountain protection formations, and the same is true in Baishenmang Mountain.

Although in the eyes of the human race, Baishenmang Mountain is full of ferocious monsters and is a veritable mountain of monsters, the races in Baishenmang Mountain never think of themselves as barbaric monsters. On the contrary, they also pay great attention to the beauty of their own mountain. majesty.

In particular, the ten strongest mountains all hold the clan's secret treasures, and they have set up mountain-suppressing formations so that people from other races cannot break in without permission.

The main forces of the Tenth Mountain gathered in a black canyon, where hundreds of pythons roamed freely, and there were piles of bones beside the road. It looked eerie and terrifying, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Passing through the hundred-mile-long canyon, you can see a huge mountain peak standing majestically, reaching into the sky. The earth and rocks in the mountain have long been hollowed out. Snake holes like tunnels extend in all directions. Almost every important road is guarded by pythons. It can be said that it is Security is tight.

A royal road leads directly to the top of the mountain. On the top of the mountain, there are three statues of the Supreme Demonic Python that are one hundred feet high. Their heads are aligned, forming a hundred-foot high platform. On top of it is a majestic palace.

Standing at the foot of the Supreme Statue, looking up, three supreme demon pythons lift up the Python King Palace, extremely majestic, boundless in power, and soaring into the sky.

Whether it is the statue of the three-headed supreme monster python or the towering palace on top, there is no trace of the cutting and axe-cutting of later generations of clansmen. Everything is completely natural, and it is very likely that it rose out of thin air by the power of creation!

It can be said to be an unimaginable spectacle!

Stopping here, one can't help but think about how powerful the Supreme Python King must have been when he built such a majestic palace millions of years ago!

The place of pilgrimage for hundreds of pythons, the Python King's Palace, was built by nature. Now, it is a symbol of the pride of the Tenth Mountain.

"In a hundred days, there will be a once-in-a-decade battle between the disciples of Wutian Sect and the elites of Baishen Mangshan! In this battle, our Tenth Mountain will send twenty outstanding young people to participate in the battle, and we will only win and not lose! It is necessary to bear the shame of defeat outside Xue Zhenmang City!"

In the palace of the Python King, on the throne, a man with great authority and a bone age of nearly two thousand years is sitting upright. He is wearing a purple and gold python robe, with the Python Emperor's crown on his head, holding a scepter in his hand, and a kingly look in his eyes. , the noble status is self-evident.

It is the contemporary owner of the Tenth Mountain, the self-proclaimed living python king!

His face did not look old at all, like a middle-aged man in his prime.

At this time, he looked towards the left side of a stern young man with mottled python scales on his forehead, narrow and upward eyes, and a face with atavistic features.

The young man's face was gloomy, and he was obviously out of shape. The Python King's scepter hit the ground with a trembling sound, and the young man just came back to his senses.

The python king said to him in a deep voice:

"Tianjiao, you are the leader of the younger generation of my giant python clan and the young master of my tenth mountain. You will definitely inherit the position of father in the future and carry the banner of prosperity of the giant python clan! For a mere rabbit Girl, how can you be so dejected?"

Python Tianjiao hurriedly stood up, half-knelt down on His Highness, cupped his fists and said sternly:

"Father has misunderstood the child! The child is thinking that the younger generation of the Great Sun Empire are just ordinary people, and no one can kill the ten emperor-level primitive python beasts in our mountain in one fell swoop! I suspect that person is from the Wutian Sect Disciple!"

"Furthermore, according to reliable information, the trick that the man used to kill the python beast was suspected to be the Heavenly Sword Technique of Wutian Sect! This further shows that he is most likely a direct disciple of Wutian Sect! Since he is a disciple of Wutian Sect, The person who teaches me will definitely participate in the fighting battle in a hundred days!"

After hearing this, the python king nodded: "That's reasonable!"

Python Tianjiao immediately said in a loud voice:

"My child boldly asked to be the leader of the Tenth Mountain. He personally slaughtered the disciples of the Wutian Sect in the battle and avenged his shame! As for Xiang Yuchan, that little girl, wait until I defeat the Wutian Sect and return in triumph. ! Personally go to the gate of the Third Mountain to propose marriage to her father, without fear of her disobedience!"

If he defeats the Wutian Sect, Mangtianjiao's status among the younger generation of Baishenmang Mountain will definitely rise steadily. By then, even if Mangtianjiao insists on marrying Xiang Yuchan, the owner of the Third Mountain will not be able to refuse directly. .

The python king immediately agreed, and the python Tianjiao personally selected twenty of his confidants to cultivate day and night, breaking through their own limits in a secret realm managed by the python clan, grabbing resources and creation, and making full preparations for the fierce battle a hundred days later.

The Great Sun Empire also worked hard for this huge impact.

In the battle of Zhenmang City, they defeated the giant python tribe's army, which was a beautiful achievement. However, looking at the history of the battle between Baishen Mangshan and Wutian Sect, this time it was a small victory after all, and it was not enough to shine in the history books.

When the disciples of Wutian Sect arrived at Zhenmang City, it was still some time before the battleground for capturing and killing each other officially began. Most of the disciples of Wutian Sect are arrogant and have a high self-esteem. When they are bored and bored, they seldom cause trouble.

"It's a remote place and there are unscrupulous people everywhere. I'm showing you favor by taking something from you. Don't be shameless and get out of here!"

A bearded man dressed in the uniform of a disciple of the Wutian Sect was running rampant and rude in the streets of Zhenmang City.

"You can't take it! That's what my father left for me. It's more important than my life!"

The young man rushed to grab an earth-level sword in the opponent's hand. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get the sword back. In the end, he was kicked to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Who is your father? Seeing that you are dressed like a beggar, your father is an old beggar, right? Where did a mere beggar get a heaven-level sword? I think you obviously stole it!"

The Wutian sect disciple bit back, and the young man was so anxious that he almost shed tears:

"No! It's not like that!"

"My father was a soldier under General Sun Lu. He was seriously injured and died while fighting against the giant python army. This sword was awarded to my father by the army! If you don't believe it... you can ask General Sun Lu!"

The young man argued hard and even used the name Sun Lu.

The names of the ten young generals of the Great Sun Empire are indeed very loud in Zhenmang City, and the young man did not tell lies.

But what he never expected was that if he didn't mention Sun Lu, it would be fine, but if he mentioned it, he would get a beating.

"What kind of bullshit general? How dare you scare me with this?!"

The Wutian Cult disciple stepped on the young boy with a bruised nose and swollen face, pointed at the iconic word "无" on his chest, looked across at the circle of onlookers around him, and said in a show of power:

"Open your eyes wide and see clearly, grandpa is an inner disciple of Wutian Sect! Not to mention a self-proclaimed general, even the princess and prince of your Great Sun Empire will give me three points in front of me!"

Everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak. Many warriors clenched their fists, but after all, they were afraid of the inherent energy of Wutian Sect and did not dare to step forward and speak out.

Someone with good intentions quickly reported the situation at the scene to the City Lord's Mansion. Sun Lu, who was eating and drinking in the City Lord's Mansion, happened to hear it. He immediately jumped up and stood up with a helmet on his head, a pair of swords in his hand, and several followers with him. Run this way.

Sun Wu, who was training soldiers in the White Tiger Camp, heard the news and secretly thought that something was wrong. With Sun Lu's face-hungry and impulsive personality, he would definitely make things worse.

Although he and Sun Lu usually did not deal with each other, they were brothers after all, and there was no way they could sit idly by and watch Sun Lu offend the Wutian Sect and end up miserable.

Sun Wu immediately ventilated his breath with several other young generals and rushed to the scene.