Then, Li Yuanba said goodbye to Qin Yichen directly, and without saying a word, his figure turned into a streamer, and chased away in the direction where Gu Feitian and the others left.

Even if he knew the purpose of Gu Feitian and the others, it would definitely be an extraordinary thing, but Qin Yichen couldn't be interested.

Qin Yichen took a deep breath and suppressed some sadness and excitement.

Although with the help of the Demon Sage, he had already helped him practice the supreme hegemonic body decision, but his spiritual power cultivation method had not yet transformed.

Although the Spirit Divine Technique had a speed far beyond that of ordinary spiritual power cultivation methods, its degree of refinement could not be compared to this Immortal Divine Technique that almost subverted Qin Yichen's concept!

As for the Demon Punishment Palm Method, although he has roughly mastered the ninefold strength, he has not yet tried it when using the martial soul.

Therefore, now for Qin Yichen, the most important thing is to master the three major divine arts!

The Imperial Gala is just a springboard to jump out of the Imperial Region, and with his strength, he may already be regarded as the top class in the Imperial Region.

However, as long as they are out of the Imperial Dynasty, compared with the geniuses who are gifted and demonic, and the resources they possess are far from being comparable to the Imperial Dynasty, this strength will definitely not be ranked among the top categories!

The Imperial Festival lasted for a long time, and in the following time, Qin Yichen was not only cultivating the supreme hegemony, but under the control of his demonic spiritual power, the body of spiritual power also began to cultivate the Immortal Divine Technique!

And with the slow passage of time, the imperial event was also in full swing.

In such a cruel environment, the imperial festival also showed its terrible scene, the mortality rate of 50 percent, this figure represents hundreds of genius young people who died with hatred, some died under the evil beast, and a small half, but died at the hands of the sinister people's hearts.

During this period of time, there are still many people who have been able to break through and cultivate to a higher level in the battle of life and death!

The waves sweep the sand, this ancient battlefield is like a cruel screening machine, survival of the fittest, without a trace of mercy!

And every day and every night, under the fall of genius, a month has passed slowly.

One day, when Qin Yichen was absorbing the spirit of the sun on a towering tree, from the depths of the ancient battlefield, an ancient bell chant spread all over the world.

The sound of the bell spread out, resounding throughout the inner perimeter of the ancient battlefield, and the long-standing bell chanting has endured for a long time!

When they heard the sound of this bell, the faces of the figures hidden in the ancient battlefields, or in the mountains and forests, or in some hidden places, all pale, and a touch of surprise appeared on their faces.

Is this fateful trip to the ancient battlefield finally coming to an end!

The Imperial Sacred Mountain is opened, and all the remaining contestants immediately rush to the Imperial Sacred Mountain!

With the sound of the bell, a majestic sound resounded between heaven and earth, and then spread far away, as if it had spread throughout the entire ancient battlefield.

When they heard this voice, in the inner perimeter of the ancient battlefield, the remaining hundreds of people looked at the depths of the inner enclosure, where the Imperial Holy Mountain was located.

They abandoned themselves in their own dynasty, enjoyed the revered gaze of countless people, risked their lives to enter here, and waited, this is the day!

Is it coming to an end?

Qin Yichen also raised his head, looking at the depths of the inner perimeter, and his heart was also complicated.

A month ago, he left the Tianlong Dynasty and came to this imperial festival where the geniuses gathered, at that time, he was just the peak of the Martial King, and his strength was not the lowest here, and it was definitely not a high-level class.

However, by chance, he got the inheritance of the Great Sage of Fu Demon here. Although after that, Qin Yichen had not yet fought with all his strength, he was confident that even if he faced Gu Feitian Demon Moon, he might not have the strength to fight!

The majestic voice that filled the heavens and the earth slowly dissipated, and everywhere in the ancient battlefield, there were figures one after another, hurriedly sweeping towards its depths.

Imperial Sacred Mountain, I'm coming!

Qin Yichen also smiled slightly, immediately got up, and flew towards the place where the Imperial Holy Mountain was located.

The Imperial Sacred Mountain, located in the deepest part of the ancient battlefield, is extremely steep, and its mountain wall reaches into the sky, extremely steep.

Perhaps it was because from this towering mountain, there was a faint coercion, and there was not a single trace of a fierce beast within a radius of dozens of miles.

At this time, around this mountain peak, there was the sound of breaking wind from time to time, and one by one figures, with excitement on their faces, flew up.

Half a day later, Qin Yichen also arrived at this peak.

As soon as he fell, Qin Yichen's gaze swept away from the top of the mountain.

I saw that the top of this hill was a flat bluestone square, and at this time, on the square, there were already dozens of figures standing in it.

Most of these figures looked a little embarrassed, but they all had a proud smile on their faces.

To be able to come to this point in the imperial grand event, the difficulties of it are only known to those who have experienced it.

When he glanced at the end of the bluestone square, Qin Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze also stopped there.

I could see that at the end of his line of sight, there were three elegant pavilions floating in the air. Outside of these three pavilions, there is a faint fluctuation, which makes people's vision a little blurred, and they can't see the scene clearly.

I can only barely see that in the elegant pavilion, a series of figures stand in it casually, and the eyes that occasionally open, looking at the top of the mountain, there is a terrible coercion, if there is nothing, it is terrifying.

Holy Land, Holy Messenger

Looking at those somewhat vague figures, on the top of the mountain, many geniuses from the major dynasties couldn't help but humbly bow their arrogant heads to show respect.

They all knew very well that these behemoths were the masters of this continent, and the dynasty they belonged to could only survive by relying on these transcendent forces.

These transcendent forces, whether it is the background or the level of strength, are enough to make them bend their arrogant bones!

On the top of the Imperial Sacred Mountain, there was silence, and under the few figures sitting randomly among the three pavilions in mid-air, these geniuses were not half arrogant!

With the passage of time, there are more and more figures on the bluestone platform on the top of the mountain, but after there are more than 100 figures, no one has come up again!

Some people may be trapped inside, while others are probably gone!