The First Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Four Chapters Successive Fiasco

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"This is the strongest sent by the Spiritual Race? That's all, I can sweep all the rest of you by myself!"

The Gilded Ancient God looked towards the Spirit Race side and said extremely arrogantly.

The remaining Spirit Race participants trembled slightly and felt resentful in their hearts, but they could only bow their heads.

The gilded ancient god defeated the icefield ancient god, which has completely destroyed their confidence.

Moreover, the ancient god of Golden Fury of the Liejin Clan has not yet made a move. In addition, the Liejin Clan also has five sixth-order true gods.

The two ancient gods of the Liejin clan took turns, and the number of negative games could be stabilized within five games.

In that case, the Spirit Race would not be able to divide even 10% of the Heavenly Crystal Fire Spirit Vessels.

"I lost!"

The expression of the ancient god Bingyuan was dim, and he slowly returned to the Spirit Race camp without making a sound.

He originally thought that he would use this gambling battle between the two races to shine.

But he never expected that his first battle would end in failure.

"The Liejin family, in order to win, you are really unscrupulous!"

The Fifth Elder of the Spiritual Race gave a low voice.

The Liejin clan took the initiative to propose a gambling battle between the two clans. On the surface, the spirit clan had the advantage, but the Liejin clan concealed a trump card that could completely reverse the battle.

For this reason, the Liejin Clan blocked the news layer by layer, and even used special means to hide the true cultivation of the Gilded Ancient God, which can be described as painstaking efforts.

"This is not right. The Liejin family is arrogant and arrogant. It's all based on real skills. It's just that the children of the spiritual family are not as good as others. How can they spit people out?"

The elder Jin of the Liejin clan blushed and laughed.

This time, the Liejin Clan severely defeated the Spirit Clan in front of many forces in the Purple Spirit Domain.

Seeing the suffocated and angry expressions of the Spirit Race people, Elder Jin felt extremely happy.

"you……"

The Fifth Elder of the Spiritual Race trembled furiously,

But the ancient god of the icefield lost after all, and it was useless for him to say anything.

"The gambling battle is not over yet, let's continue!"

Elder Jin looked at the elder of the spirit clan and said with a proud expression.

Continuing the gambling war will only make the Spirit Race even more tormented and humiliated!

That's exactly what he wanted to see.

"Gambling war..."

The elders of the Spiritual Race looked complicated and struggled a little.

"There is still hope!"

The Fourth Elder of the Spiritual Clan transmits the voice to the entire Spiritual Clan.

"We have eight people, and we still have the opportunity to take the initiative to challenge. As long as we defeat the three sixth-order true gods of the Liejin family, we can get a share of the Tianjing Fire Spirit Vein!"

The deep words of the Fourth Elder resounded in everyone's mind.

Now there are still seven members of the Liejin Clan, as long as their remaining number is less than five, the Spiritual Clan can still share 10% of the benefits.

The other elders of the spirit clan also calmed down a little.

If you directly admit defeat, the face of the Spirit Race will be lost.

And, 10% is better than nothing!

"Now, if you can defeat the three people of the Liejin family, each will be rewarded with 10,000 contribution points, and if you defeat the sons of the Liejin people, you will be rewarded with 40,000 contribution points!"

Seeing the spirits of the Spirit Race children, the fourth elder was still very depressed, and continued.

As soon as these words came out, the remaining disciples of the Spiritual Race had a ray of light in their eyes.

As long as three sixth-order true gods are defeated, everyone can get contribution points, and by defeating the children of the Liejin people, they can get 40,000 contribution points.

"The gambling battle continues!"

The dry-faced old man in the Holy Land of Life announced directly.

"Hehe, I really don't give up!"

Elder Jin of the Liejin Clan sneered.

He naturally understood that the Spirit Clan wanted to fight to defeat the three sixth-order true gods of the Liejin Clan. In this way, the Spirit Clan could still obtain 10% of the Heavenly Crystal Fire Spirit Veins.

"Okay, if you want to fight, I'll play with you!"

On the battlefield, the gilded ancient god smiled grimly.

Obviously, after the Gilded Ancient God defeated the Ice Plains Ancient God, he did not plan to rest.

The expressions of the remaining seven members of the Spiritual Race sank slightly.

Although the gilded ancient god and the icefield ancient god fought a battle, the consumption was huge and he was seriously injured.

But with his strength, in the face of the sixth-order true god, he can still be defeated strongly.

Everyone understands that if they are picked by the gilded ancient god, they will definitely lose.

"Golden Ancient God, save Zhao Feng to the end!"

The elder Jin of the Liejin clan directly transmitted the voice to the ancient god of gold.

Before, Zhao Feng took the limelight, but now, he has to bear Zhao Feng several times more torment and pressure than others.

"it is good!"

The gilded ancient god nodded.

Although he wanted to deal with Zhao Feng now, he did not dare to disobey Elder Jin's words.

"Just start on the left!"

The gaze of the gilded ancient god was directly fixed on the person on the far left.

It was a young man in white, the one who was at the bottom of the ten disciples of the Spiritual Race.

"Fight!"

The young man in white stepped onto the stage and immediately activated the blood of the Spiritual Race to display his hidden trump card.

Bang Bang!

The white crystal flowing light in the sky turned into a pair of peerless swords, stabbing at the gilded ancient god.

The gilded ancient god's expression froze, and a golden light surged above his body.

Ding ding bang bang!

The gilded ancient god stood on the spot and directly resisted the attack of the young man in white from the lower spirit race.

"Get off!"

The figure of the gilded ancient god rushed out fiercely, and a scorching gravitational pressure enveloped the youth in white.

In his hand, the ancient giant axe swung fiercely.

A huge golden light and shadow directly blasted the young man in white from the Spiritual Race to the battlefield.

The remaining six members of the Spiritual Race sank again.

"I didn't expect him to show such a powerful strength after the battle with the ancient god of ice!"

Long Yuanzhen's expression was calm.

At this moment, even if he makes a move, he is not sure to defeat the gilded ancient god.

"The next one is you, come to me!"

After defeating one person, the gilded ancient god's eyes quickly fell on the other person's Spirit Race participant.

The young man could only bite the bullet and use all his means.

This Spirit Race youth was slightly stronger, and after colliding with the ancient gilded god for ten moves, he was defeated.

At this moment, the Spirit Race has lost four straight, and there are only five people left!

The nearby spectators also gradually lost interest.

Because the next battle is one-sided, and the final result is clear to everyone.

This time the two clans waged war, the Liejin clan rose completely, and the gilded ancient god was also famous in the Purple Spirit Realm.

"I should still have a chance to play!"

Golden Fury Ancient God said with a smile.

Before the gambling war, he was the strongest in the Liejin clan in the eyes of others, but he has not yet been on the battlefield.

Boom!

At this moment, another Spirit Race disciple was blasted off the stage.

The gilded ancient god has won five consecutive victories!

As for the Spirit Race, they lost five in a row!

All the people of the Spirit Race couldn't continue to watch these scenes, and could not wait to leave directly.

Every extra moment was a torment for them.

Only Zhao Feng, his expression fluctuated a little from beginning to end.

"It's just right, there are still seven people left in the Liejin family, adding up to 280,000 contribution points!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng looked a little excited.

240,000 Contribution Points are more than enough to exchange a practice in the Spiritual Race.

"There are four people left, come up!"

The gilded ancient god once again pointed to a disciple of the Spiritual Race.

Whoosh!

A wide-faced youth stepped onto the stage.

"You were seriously injured, consumed a lot, and fought continuously. Now you are exhausted, let me end you!"

The strength of the wide-faced youth is in the middle of the top ten among the ten fighters.

"Hmph, I said, I can sweep the weaklings of the Spiritual Race alone!"

The gilded ancient god looked slightly tired, but his words were still arrogant and arrogant.

Ding Ding Bang!

The two of them each released a harsh sentence and collided.

The broad-faced youth of the Spiritual Race, holding a high-grade artifact, burns the blood of the Spiritual Race, and frantically attacks the gilded ancient god.

This time, the battle time was longer, and the advantages of the gilded ancient gods were not obvious.

suddenly!

A golden light flashed in the eyes of the gilded ancient god, and he urged the high-grade artifact in his hand and waved it suddenly.

Ding bang!

The broad-faced youth's big sword was directly smashed by the gilded ancient god.

"My 'Tianfeng Sun-Breaking Knife'..."

The broad-faced youth suddenly exclaimed.

His artifact is only a medium-grade artifact, which cannot be compared with the high-grade artifact of the ancient gilded god

Losing the divine weapon, the broad-faced youth's combat power plummeted.

In the end, the broad-faced youth was defeated by the ancient gilded god!

Gilt ancient god, six consecutive victories!

Then, among the three remaining members of the Spiritual Race, the thin and weak woman stepped onto the stage.

In less than a moment, she was also defeated!

Seven straight wins!

The gilded ancient gods of the Liejin clan have won seven consecutive victories.

The faces of the senior members of the Spiritual Race were ashes.

Now that there are only two of them left, it seems unrealistic to want to win the entire Sky Crystal Fire Spirit Vessel from the Liejin Clan.

But the Spirit Clan has lost seven games in a row, at least one win, otherwise it would be a total embarrassment!

"Zhao Feng and True God Long Yuan are stronger, and the gilded ancient gods will choose to rest. In this way, the Spirit Race can still win a game!"

The words of the elders of the spiritual clan were very difficult.

"True God Long Yuan, come up!"

However, the gilded ancient god still did not retreat, but continued to challenge, to challenge the true god Long Yuan in the sixth-order peak!

"Hmph, I will definitely beat you!"

True God Long Yuan's eyes flashed ruthlessly, and he flew directly onto the battlefield.

boom!

A coercion of the blood of the Spiritual Race suddenly erupted, and the True God Long Yuan held a golden spear, carrying the bright golden light in the sky, and stabbed the ancient gilded god.

"You are still defeated!"

The gilded ancient god's eyes narrowed, and he once again urged his trump card.

In his body, a dazzling power of destruction and mystery slowly poured out.

"Golden Light Broken!"

The gilded ancient god waved the simple giant axe in his hand, and slashed out a giant golden flame blade that destroyed the sky and the earth.

Boom!

Long Yuan Zhenshen's expression changed greatly, and he used the secret art of the spirit race to avoid fatal injuries.

Suffering a huge hit all of a sudden, True God Long Yuan was powerless, and after a moment of entanglement, he failed miserably!

At this moment, Zhao Feng is the only one left in the Spirit Clan!

The rest, all lost!

"True God Long Yuan also lost!"

The fifth elder of the spirit clan closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to face all this, nor to see the ugly faces of the people of the Liejin clan.

"The world is unpredictable!"

The Fourth Elder of the Spiritual Race sighed.

He did not expect that the gilded ancient god was so powerful, with many trump cards, and he was undefeated in eight consecutive battles.

"Let's admit defeat!"

A spirit clan elder with a tormented look on his face.

Someone said this first, and the other elders of the Spirit Race also agreed.

"Zhao Feng, why don't you come back soon, are you still going to continue to be embarrassed?"

The Ancient God Bingyuan was in a very bad mood. When he saw Zhao Feng standing in front of him alone, he shouted in a low voice.

Many elders of the spirit clan agreed to admit defeat, and the fourth elder finally made up his mind.

He stood up abruptly, and was about to announce to the Holy Land of Life; the Eldar conceded defeat.

At this moment, a loud voice interrupted it.

"Wait, it's my turn to play next!"

Zhao Feng was a little depressed.

The Gilded Ancient God never challenged him, Zhao Feng could only wait.

But finally, it was his turn to play, and the top of the Spirit Race actually had to admit defeat. How could he allow such a thing to happen.

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this, and then laughed again and again.

And at this moment, a powerful aura that shook the heavens and the earth violently rushed out of Zhao Feng's body.

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