Chapter 1712: The Destruction of the Corpse Demon Insect (5)

"I wonder if they will take action?"

The Fire Lord looked at the Wanliang League, which was watching from a distance. These two forces can be said to be equally mysterious.

"The Wanliang League is probably also considering whether to take action."

Mr. Luo Jian then looked at the Golden Palace: "It's hard to say who will get the Samsara Stone."

The Golden Palace defeated many powerful men, and then a big hand stretched out from the Golden Palace and grabbed the space ring on the ground.

However, at this moment, a blade of light slashed out from the Wanliang League. This blade of light was extremely fast and cut off the big hand with one knife.

"The Wanliang League finally couldn't hold back and took action."

Many martial artists in the dark saw the Wanliang League take action and immediately became excited.

The Golden Palace was extremely powerful and crushed the stone man with a supreme attitude, causing the stone man to die in hatred. Perhaps, except for Qin Ye, only the Wanliang League could compete with the Golden Palace.

"Wanliang League, do you also want to rob the Samsara Stone?"

An old voice came from the Golden Palace, obviously the voice of the old ancestor inside.

"Hmph! No matter who you are, we Wanliang League want this Samsara Stone."

Wuli stood on the bow and snorted.

"If it were in the Western Region, we might be a little bit afraid of you, but don't forget that this is the Eastern Region."

An old voice came from the Golden Palace.

"Hehe..."

A gleam of light flashed in Wuli's eyes: "It's useless to say more. If you are really capable, then fight a battle. Whoever wins will get the Samsara Stone."

A cold laugh came from the Golden Palace: "Since you insist on seeking death, then I will grant you your wish."

As he spoke, golden lights suddenly flew out of the Golden Palace. These golden lights turned into golden armored warriors holding spears, each of which exuded a terrifying aura. There were a thousand of them.

"Kill!"

After these golden armored warriors came out, they waved their spears like real people and killed directly towards the Wanliang League.

"The ancient weapon-transforming technique of the Golden Clan."

Wuli sneered. The Golden Clan has a very powerful ancient technique, which is to use gold to evolve into a warrior. Once this ancient technique is successfully practiced, its power is very terrifying.

All of these golden warriors in front of him are at the Martial King level, which shows that the person who uses this ancient weapon-transforming technique is very powerful, and I am afraid that he is at least at the Martial Emperor level.

"No matter how powerful your golden warriors are, they are dead after all, how can they be compared with living people."

A trace of disdain flashed across Wuli's face. With a wave of his hand, a series of figures emitting powerful auras flew out from the warship of the Wanliang League.

Each of these figures is at the Martial King level, and they collided fiercely with the golden warriors, and suddenly a series of earth-shaking loud noises broke out.

"Boom boom..."

"Boom boom..."

"Boom boom..."

In terms of numbers, the Wanliang League is not less than the Golden Soldiers. What's more terrifying is that these people are all at the level of Martial King. Every time the two sides collide violently, the space will tremble, and even the aftermath of the battle will sweep around. Many martial artists are hit by the aftermath because they are too close. In an instant, they are killed.

"Not good, retreat quickly!"

Some weaker martial artists saw this and their faces changed. They retreated one after another. They didn't want to be involved in the battle between them.

"Hahaha, brothers, kill, kill these Golden Soldiers."

Wu Li saw the fierce fight between the two sides, and he suddenly felt itchy. He sacrificed his own weapon and rushed into the battlefield regardless of the obstruction of the strong men around him. Every time he attacked, he could kill dozens of Golden Soldiers.

"Hahaha, happy, happy!"

Wu Li was happy to kill, and laughed loudly, but his movements did not slow down, constantly harvesting the lives of Golden Soldiers.

"Although the Wanliang League is powerful, they are real people after all, while the Golden Palace only fights with the evolved golden soldiers. All these golden soldiers have been lost, and they have not suffered much loss."

Young Master Luo Jian looked at this place from afar and said.

"Now it's just an appetizer, the real battle has not yet begun."

Huo Zun said with a smile. He could feel that both the Golden Palace and the Wanliang League had a strong aura hidden.

"Swish!"

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air sounded, and Wu Li flew up and slashed a blade, directly slashing at a golden soldier.

The golden soldier took the initiative to fight without any expression, but was killed by a single sword.

Wu Li continued to kill the golden soldiers. These golden soldiers were only at the level of Wu Wang, so how could they be his enemy in one move.

In less than a moment, a large area of ​​golden soldiers were swept away by him.

"Hahaha, hiding your head and showing your tail, it's just like this. The remnants of the Golden Clan, don't hide your head and show your tail, come out and fight."

Wu Li laughed loudly.

Even the ancient art of weapon transformation was used. This is the secret art of the royal family of the Golden Clan. It is impossible for anyone other than the royal family of the Golden Clan to have it. If the Tiger Clan had obtained this ancient art of weapon transformation, it would have been used long ago. This only shows that the Tiger Clan did not obtain this secret art.

"You are worthy of being the young master of the Wanliang League. I just wonder if the leader of the Wanliang League will feel sad if you die in this Nine Netherworld Space?"

An old voice came from the Golden Palace. It was different from the previous voice. It should not be the same person. Then the door of the Golden Palace opened, and a golden light flew out from inside. This golden light turned into a figure, an old man with golden skin.

This old man not only has golden skin, but also wears a set of golden armor, a golden helmet on his head, and a golden spear in his hand. He exudes a strong aura, which is very powerful. He is already a Martial Emperor.

"What a strong aura, his strength is probably that of a Martial Emperor."

"It is indeed the Golden Clan. It seems that I am not wrong. This old man is not weak. Wu Li may not be his opponent."

"It seems that this Samsara Stone will most likely fall into the hands of the Golden Palace. After all, the Golden Clan is probably going all out this time."

"Not necessarily. The remnants of the Golden Clan will not be so stupid as to move the power of the entire clan here. Once they are destroyed, they will be exterminated. Besides, the Wanliang League is not simple. It is also a considerable force in the Western Regions. If they fight, the outcome is unpredictable."

Everyone talked about who would win this battle.

"Wuli, you are not qualified to fight me. Let the elders of your Wanliang League come out."

The ancestor of the Golden Palace did not attack Wuli directly, but looked at the cabin of the Wanliang League warship, which was the real powerful fighting force of the Wanliang League.

"To deal with you, this young master is enough!"

Wuli roared and rushed towards the ancestor of the Golden Clan.

"Since you insist on seeking death, I will grant you your wish."

The ancestor of the Golden Clan's face darkened, and with a swipe of his spear, a golden light with a terrifying momentum slashed towards Wuli.