“Ka-ka-ka….”
At this moment, another violent wave of void fluctuations came.
Immediately afterwards, a huge mechanical creature appeared.
It was a creature that looked similar to Megatron.
good.
This was the one Ye Han saw in a movie in his previous life.
However, the aura of this creature is extremely terrifying, even not inferior to those powerful gods.
"God, god level?" Ye Han looked surprised.
It's not that he hasn't seen technological civilization before, but this kind of existence that is comparable to that of a god is the first time he has seen it.
"Meet Senior Ma Teng."
Seeing the appearance of this creature, everyone stood up and bowed respectfully.
Even those god-level powerful ones and Qingxu are like this.
You can see it.
They all have great respect and fear for this "person".
"Marten?"
“Senior Maten is the controller of the Imperial Conference. It is rumored that it was created by the supreme powerful man in ancient times. Over the years, all the Imperial Conferences have been led by him. His strength is unfathomable.” Ying Miaomiao said excitedly.
"Oh? So that's how it is!"
Ye Han nodded slightly.
Indeed, the Imperial Conference is a grand event for the entire Western Emperor Continent.
Especially concerning "becoming a god".
Naturally, some people will try to take shortcuts.
The existence of Maten is to eliminate this possibility and to ensure some fairness.
"Um."
Maten nodded slightly, his eyes scanning everyone.
Although he is just a product of technology, his consciousness, soul, temperament and even cultivation are not inferior to those of a powerful god, and may even be stronger.
"I believe you all understand the situation of the Imperial Conference. It will be the same as before. All contestants will fight in the ring."
Boom boom....
As his voice rang out.
Above the starry sky, one arena after another slowly fell down.
There are eight seats in total.
The eight arenas, like eight ancient giants, loomed between heaven and earth, making everyone's faces even more excited.
"Ring battle!"
Ye Han murmured in his heart.
He knew something about this imperial meeting.
There are three stages in total.
The first stage is a melee.
Everyone can choose any arena and engage in a melee. In the end, only one thousand people will remain in each arena and enter the second round.
The second round is to draw lots to decide the opponents, and then fight one by one until only one thousand people are left.
As for the third round.
The most important "qualifying battle"
The so-called ranking is to determine the top 100 people who will be qualified to enter the "original land".
Moreover, the higher the ranking, the higher the reward.
For countless years.
I don’t know how many powerful people have participated in the Imperial Conference.
And now.
Those strong ones either fell, became gods, or disappeared.
No one knows their future.
But without exception, everyone knows that only by achieving good results in this imperial meeting can one be qualified to become a god.
"I believe everyone is very clear about the rules of the Imperial Conference, so I won't say much. Let's get started now. However, there is one thing I still want to warn you. No matter who it is, once they violate the rules of the Imperial Conference, they will be punished."
As he spoke, he looked towards those powerful gods.
It's obvious.
This is for them to hear.
"Yes, yes, it is, senior, don't worry, we will understand."
"Very good, in that case, let's get started."
“Boom…”
As soon as the words fell, everyone took action.
Everyone flew towards one of the eight arenas.
soon.
These arenas were filled with people.
no way.
Although this imperial meeting is extremely terrifying, only those supreme evildoers can participate.
But how big is Xihuangzhou?
How many geniuses and evildoers are there?
"Brother Ye, which battle platform are you planning to go to?" An Lan asked at this time.
"this...."
Ye Han glanced across the eight battle platforms.
In fact, for him, it doesn’t matter which one it is.
After all, he is still very confident in his own strength.
Compared to him.
The people on the stage had serious expressions on their faces.
There was no way, they had all heard of Ye Han’s strength.
Even Wu Lingfeng was defeated by him.
Although there are a thousand places on each arena, once Ye Han chooses the same arena as himself, it means one less place.
"By the way, are you really not going to participate?" Ye Han did not answer, but asked back.
He could also see some of An Lan's strength.
It's no exaggeration.
Once he participates, not to mention the top 100, he should have no problem getting into the first two rounds.
"I?"
An Lan quickly shook his head, "I have no interest in these things, and when it comes to cultivation, just follow your heart, why bother with fighting and killing."
"That's... okay."
Ye Han nodded.
He knew what An Lan meant.
But everyone has his own path to take, and the path he takes is his own.
Finally, he glanced at Ying Miaomiao standing beside him.
"Take care of yourself."
After saying that, he flew directly towards the third arena.
At this moment, everyone on the third stage looked extremely unhappy.
"Take care?"
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