I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Soon, a terrible battle broke out here.

All kinds of energy fluctuations are earth-shattering, and the void in the main hall is constantly breaking and repairing.

Just as Fengxiaocheng and the others expected, several of the cultivators who killed here also broke through to the first layer of the Creation Realm.

However, although the realm is the same, Feng Xiaocheng and the others still have an absolute advantage, and there is no opponent within the same level.

Thousands of monks fell down continuously, blood spattered, very bloody.

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Watching the battle inside the main hall, Feng Bolie and the others outside the secret area.

Except for the extremely angry Daliao dynasty old antique, everyone else looked calm and calm, not panicking.

"A group of ants also want to compete for the treasure left by Lieyang Supreme. They really don't know how to live or die." The old woman in the Valley of Myriad Tribulations said coldly.

"Let's have a good discussion now, and see who should get the bloody banner later!" said the third elder of Dayan Holy Land.

Hearing this, many strong men pondered slightly and began to think.

Because in their eyes, people who entered the secret realm, even though there was an accident like Qin Feng, even Jin Lu was killed.

But if Xiaofeng City, Xuetu and others join forces, there will no longer be anyone in the entire secret realm who can be the opponent of these arrogants, and the bloody banner is bound to be won.

The next thing that should be considered is how to decide the ownership of the bloody banner.

"It's still necessary to discuss. Let them compete to see who is the strongest, and the bloody banner will belong to whoever it is." Feng Bolie said.

He is very confident in Fengxiao City's strength.

Although many celestial beings have stepped into the first layer of good fortune, but Fengxiao City has already reached the peak of the first layer of good fortune, and has obvious advantages.

However, Feng Bolie's words immediately attracted rebuttals, obviously he didn't want to use this to determine the ownership of the Scarlet Banner, after all, it was a treasure that could possibly arrange the Supreme Formation.

And just when many powerhouses outside the secret world were arguing.

The battle in the main hall of the underground palace is coming to an end.

In the main hall, there are already seven or eight hundred corpses in disorder, all of which were beheaded by Xue Tu and Feng Xiaocheng, and each one is more miserable than the other.

Although more than 300 practitioners came to the main hall from different places during the period, they still dare not go up after seeing the invincible blood slaughtering them.

"It's terrible! The arrogance of these holy lands is too scary!" Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the monks who retreated repeatedly said with trembling voices.

"Are you afraid?"

Seeing this, Xuetu said with contempt and contempt in his eyes: "A group of cowardly ants, remember to me, from now on, you will never get your hands on what the Valley of Myriad Tribulations likes!"

These insulting words made many monks present feel very humiliated.

But under the great fear, no one dared to say anything.

"Boy, you are so brave, you actually want to fish in troubled waters!" Suddenly, Feng Xiaocheng shouted loudly.

When everyone heard the words, they looked at the stone platform in the center of the main hall, and found that Qin Feng had already stood beside the stone platform at some point, only about ten feet away.

Qin Feng ignored the scolding, and looked at the stone platform in front of him with a solemn expression.

There is a formation running on it, and it is not that simple to take away the bloody banner above it.

After checking with his divine pupils, he found that if he wanted the formation to stop, he had to either have advanced knowledge in the formation, or empty the main hall, leaving only one person behind.

"No wonder no one has been able to take this bloody banner away after so many years." Qin Feng murmured to himself.

The formation on the stone platform is mysterious, and it has the style of Lieyang Supreme, and the formation mage who doesn't know enough about Lieyang Supreme can't easily crack it.

And every time someone enters the secret realm, there are geniuses from different holy places. It is almost impossible to leave only one person in the main hall.

"This fellow Taoist, don't do stupid things." Shangguan Yun'er looked at Qin Feng and said slowly.

Her words were not a threat, but a reminder, because for some reason, she looked at Qin Feng with a faint feeling of uneasiness.

She has a cautious personality, so she did not show any malice towards Qin Feng.

It's just that Qin Feng still ignored the peerless beauty Shangguan Yun'er, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "It seems that this bloody banner is prepared for me."

Because he has not only obtained what he has learned all his life in the Lieyang Supreme Formation, it is not too difficult to break through the above formation, but also has the strength to empty the main hall.

"For you?"

Hearing this, Xue Tu said coldly: "You think too highly of yourself, do you think that killing that guy Jin Lu will make you an enemy of all of us?

What a joke! "

The long sword in his hand was dazzling with blood.

The sound of the sword's cry echoed throughout the entire underground palace, and the killing spirit was like the momentum of thousands of troops.

"Chong!"

The bloody long sword slashed out, and the hundred-foot-long sword light crushed the void, attacking Qin Feng, as if it could shatter everything in the world.

"Then let's see who is the joke." Qin Feng turned his head to look at the sword glow that had come, and said indifferently.

The longevity meridian in his body was running crazily, and his state directly reached the peak. The immortal golden body that had been cultivated to the second level of heaven was not activated at all, and his body was shining brightly.

He swung his fist and struck towards the blood-colored sword light. His combat power was like a wave, rolling the void. The golden fists were like chariots, rumbling, making the void tremble continuously.

The powerful divine power is like a surging ocean.

"boom!"

With a terrifying punch, the blood-colored sword light that was cut out by Xue Tu was smashed to pieces.

The ancient chaotic sword body is unparalleled in terror.

Even though Xue Tu came from the Holy Land, and was a true first-tier heavenly powerhouse in the Creation Realm, far surpassing Jin Lu with the power of burning blood, Qin Feng still smashed him with one punch.

In an instant, countless terrifying energies raged in the main hall, and all the monks' complexions changed suddenly, and they hurriedly used spiritual energy to protect their bodies, fearing that they would be torn apart by the raging energies.

It took a long time for such a terrifying scene to subside.

At this moment, the gazes of all the monks looking at Qin Feng changed drastically. They felt that he was looking for death before, and now they are full of shock and disbelief.

"Oh my god, he was able to fight across the border in the face of the blood slaughter. It's terrible!"

"Could it be that his body was forged by divine iron? Why is it so terrifying that it can shake Xue Tu's sword light!"

The exclamation of many monks was also like overwhelming mountains and seas, one after another.

Everyone was shocked by Qin Feng's punch.