Sitting on the back of the Gold Flame Beast, which was as wide as a mountain, and overlooking the magnificent scenery, Su Yi's brows were tightly knitted, and his face was like iron.
The river was clear and the mountains were towering.
In front of the beautiful scenery, Su Yi recalled the letter Liu Ruoxi gave him. He unconsciously clenched his fists and swallowed the ginseng root in one gulp.
Then, a whistling wind blew past. Su Yi's eyes darkened. He sat cross-legged and formed a mysterious hand seal with lightning speed. Rays of divine light rushed out from his body.
The pain felt like his brain was about to be torn apart. Su Yi's expression changed drastically. He closed his eyes with difficulty and began to operate the Origin Supreme Technique.
"Kid, are you really ready to steal the bride? That's the Sacred Mountain, the Sacred Mountain that can even destroy the Li Family! Are you going alone? "The Iron Soulfish crossed his legs and knocked back and forth on his twentieth entrance with his withered palm.
Su Yi's gaze once again focused on the front, but his mind was still spread out in all directions.
"With the Divine Profound Spiritual Veins and this mysterious space, it's not difficult to take Ruoxi back. However, this time there's also the Imperial Palace and the armed forces of the Bawang Sect. Even if the Sacred Mountain isn't completely destroyed, it's still going to peel off a layer of skin! "Su Yi's eyes instantly became cold and gloomy.
The coldness in his eyes shot out again. Su Yi no longer spoke and once again immersed himself in healing.
His whole body was shrouded in a mystical light and was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This kid only used forces outside the army to deal with the Sacred Mountain. Could it be that he has other plans?" Chi Feihong's eyes were full of suspicion.
Somewhere in the Sacred Mountain.
The peaks were shrouded in resplendent clouds, illusory and ethereal. The layers of mist made it look like a fairyland.
The peaks were full of spiritual energy. The exotic flowers and precious herbs were full of immortal energy, making people yearn for it.
Two of the peaks were as tall as a thousand feet. The middle of the peaks looked as if it had been split open by a heavenly axe. The glistening yellow mountain scenery was set off, and the magnificent Sacred Martial Hall was dormant in the middle of the two peaks. From afar, it looked just like a splendid golden screen.
The Sacred Martial Hall was the most mysterious and solemn place for practicing martial arts in the Holy Mountain. It was also the burial ground of the Holy Emperors and Holy Sages. Only direct disciples and future mainstays of the Holy Mountain were allowed to enter.
It was rumored that there were thirty-six vitality stone veins under the Sacred Martial Hall, which were like palms supporting the peaks of the Sacred Mountain.
Therefore, this place was filled with rich World Energy all year round, and when a cultivator was immersed in this place, they would feel an indescribable sense of joy and comfort, allowing them to cultivate with twice the result with half the effort. It was not inferior to those magical Secret Realms or dangerous places in the world.
Today, the Sacred Martial Hall was bustling with people. All the large influential sects and aristocratic forces of the Central Province had gathered here.
The Sacred Martial Grand Competition should have been held in the second year of the Holy Emperor's death, but the Sacred Master had delayed it for more than 20 years.
As one of the top forces of the Central Province, they had been keeping a low profile in recent years. It was only after the development of the Great Holy Son that they began to make a name for themselves in the Heavenly Barbarian Continent.
Many guests, before waiting for the start of the Sacred Mountain Grand Competition, looked up at the sky and earth, casting solemn and respectful gazes towards the Holy Land in their hearts.
With the emergence of the new Holy Emperor, the Central Province would take a step further on the road to becoming an aristocratic family, so the forces attached to the Sacred Mountain would definitely take a step further!
Everyone knew in their hearts that the Sacred Mountain, which was secretly competing with the Sky Dragon Sect, would be reborn!
"Awoo!"
Golden clouds filled the sky, and groups of spiritual birds and flying beasts circled in the auspicious clouds, their beasts' eyes filled with overflowing golden light.
Between the towering mountains and precipitous ridges, towering peaks pierced through the clouds, towering and majestic. They were all filled with people, stretching their necks, their eyes filled with the same desire.
Those who were qualified to enter the Sacred Martial Hall and could watch the Sacred Mountain Grand Competition with their own eyes today were only the distinguished guests, direct disciples, and elders of the Sacred Mountain. The rest were not included in the queue.
Therefore, the remaining disciples of the Sacred Mountain could only stand on their own peaks and watch today's Sacred Mountain Grand Competition from afar.
Fortunately, the Sacred Mountain had equipped each peak with a huge number of Flowing Image Stones, allowing many people who did not have the chance to see the birth of the new Holy Emperor to fulfill their wishes.
In front of the Sacred Martial Hall, the guests who had arrived first congratulated each other, and with the arrival of a group of people, everyone cast their gazes over.
"Look, that's the father of the new Holy Emperor of the Barbarian City's Liu family!"
"The Ninth Holy Maiden is the Holy Emperor? Hey, that's not right, I heard that she was engaged to that madman Su Yi since she was young? "
"Shh!" A guest glared, then looked at Liu Zongyuan and the others, lowering his voice.
"You dare to mention that person's name in the Sacred Mountain, do you want to die?"
"I heard that person disappeared from the Tianfeng ranking tournament, and hasn't come out until now!"
"So, this Liu Ruoxi probably couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly went to the new Holy Emperor!"
Everyone was talking at once, and the guests who came and went cast their gazes at Liu Zongyuan and the others.
Inside the Shenjian Gate, Situ Liuyun led a group of elders of the sect and was already in front of the Sacred Martial Hall. When they saw Liu Zongyuan coming, they all showed displeasure.
"Liu Ruoxi loves Su Yi so much, how could she agree to this Holy Emperor!" A woman with an orange veil, her delicate body trembled, and the yuan qi in her hand was about to burst out.
Situ Liuyun strode towards Liu Zongyuan, clasping his hands in greeting. Standing beside the orange-veiled woman was Su Kuangge and Elder Gu Suxin. She said in a low voice.
Gu Suxin was graceful and elegant, her long black hair tied high behind her head, graceful and noble. Her eyebrows were slightly knitted, and her white hand lightly hit Mu Yao.
"Today is the Sacred Mountain Tournament, you just have to watch!"
Under the orange veil, the white and flawless Mu Yao's eyes seemed to exude waves of light. She twisted her waist and pouted, "Su Yi still hasn't come to an end, and you're so anxious to marry Ruoxi off! I! I feel bad for that little pervert! "
"Awoo!"
With a heroic and vigorous beast roar, the one hundred and eight golden unicorns opened their bloody mouths and burst out a roar that shook the world.
The huge beasts' bodies were submerged in the misty fog, and the beasts roared continuously. Their limbs were constantly slapping the ground, and the fierce sonic boom resounded through the sky.
It was obvious that the entire Sacred Martial Hall had an extremely terrifying space restriction. Even under such a commotion, it still remained motionless.
All the guests, including the Shenjian Gate and the Barbarian City's Liu family, had their eyes lit up. The Sacred Mountain Tournament was about to begin!
An old man wearing a golden robe with mysterious patterns walked out of the Sacred Martial Hall first, followed by two groups of people. They were the elders of the Great Holy Son's faction and the elders of the Fifth Holy Son's faction. They confronted each other, not giving way to each other.
The old man's eyebrows were high, like a mountain carving. There were two deep wrinkles between his eyebrows, giving people a kind of huge pressure. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, and his cold eyes looked around the audience. Only the sound of a tsunami could be heard.
"Greetings, Elder Duanmu!"
"Greetings, Elder Duanmu!"
When everyone saw the old man, their eyes turned solemn, and they didn't dare to move.
The person who came was the chief elder of the Sacred Martial Hall, Duanmu Xiongtu. He was the authoritative figure of martial arts guidance for all the disciples of the Sacred Mountain.
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