Devouring Sword God

Chapter 1027 Toast without eating
"You don't deserve it!"

These four words, coming out of Yi Xiaoyao's mouth, made the faces of all the ancient clans present stiffen, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

Que Yi, on the other hand, couldn't help but chuckle immediately after hearing this sentence.

She naturally knew that Yi Xiaoyao's words did not include her.

She knew better why Yi Xiaoyao said that these people were unworthy.

At that time when Mie Tian was fighting against the golden-cloaked immortal, all the powerful ancient clans present were trying to snatch the Mie Immortal Sword, regardless of the consequences. How could such a lowly person deserve to receive Mie Tian's inheritance?

"Haha, little brother Dizhu, your words are always so to my taste."

Sparrow Wing smiled, but there was still a hint of worry in the eyes that looked at Yi Xiaoyao.

After all, these ancient tribes present were not easy to deal with, and Yi Xiaoyao's sarcasm was undoubtedly directly tearing his face off with them.

"Humph! I don't know what's wrong!"

The members of the Xuan clan shouted angrily immediately, and all the other ancient clans also showed anger.

Jian Thirty, who had wooed Yi Xiaoyao before, also showed a layer of frost on his face at this moment. He really couldn't understand why Yi Xiaoyao refused when he offered such a condition.

"Although my Sword Clan is no better than the Heavenly Human Clan, among the ancient Clans present, I can also rank in the top two. Every year, there are countless talents who want to join my Sword Clan. You will know in the future, what you are doing at this moment What a stupid decision to make!"

Jian Sao said coldly, wanting to save some face.

"Sword clan?"

Yi Xiaoyao sneered coldly. Yi Xiu had told him at the beginning that the Sword Clan was a disgrace to the Yi Clan. Although he didn't know why he had the blood of the Sword Clan in his body, he would never join the Sword Clan until he figured out the reason of.

"I don't even pay attention to the Celestial Race, so why would I care about your mere Sword Race?"

Under the eyes of Jian Sao's twitching eyelids, Yi Xiaoyao gave him a mocking look, and then ignored him directly.

An extremely oppressive atmosphere instantly enveloped the space.

"presumptuous!!"

Jian Thirty took a deep breath, and let out a roar that made the veins on his forehead pop.

"Di Chu, I think you are toasting and not eating, and you are fined wine!"

The other ancient clans also erupted at the same time, their shouts resounding through the void.

Queyi led the crowd of monster clans and stood in front of Yi Xiaoyao, sweeping across the ancient clans.

"Today, my monster clan will protect them. Whoever dares to make a move will be an enemy of my monster clan!"

The cold drinking sound made everyone's eyes move slightly, but they couldn't stop their inner impulse.

But at this moment, the people of the Spirit Race who had been retreating in the dark to recover from their injuries, came out with a sneer at this moment.

Before, their Spirit Clan provoked the Celestial Clan to attack Yi Xiaoyao and the others, the purpose was to avenge the humiliation in Ju Kun's body, and make their handles held by Yi Xiaoyao useless.

However, the defeat of the Celestial Race was undoubtedly beyond the expectations of the people of the Spirit Race, shattering their expectations.

And at this moment, seeing such an opportunity, how could they let it go?

"People from the Monster Race are enemies of all our ancient races for a kid who provoked the Heavenly Human Race, so why should we be afraid of them!"

Ling Zhan walked out with gloomy eyes, and sneered at the ancient clans.

His words directly isolated the Monster Race, and even involved the Heavenly Human Race that no longer existed in the field, to eliminate everyone's fear.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Zhan continued: "Besides, there is only one part of the Mietian inheritance. There must be a rule if there are too many monks, so how about this, whoever can kill these them will get the Mietian inheritance!"

Hearing these words, the expressions of the people of the major ancient clans suddenly softened, as if hearing these words relieved them of a lot of burden, they all nodded in agreement.

"Ling Zhan's words are justified, why should we be afraid of a monster race? Let's follow this rule to seize fortune!"

A cold smile came out from under the mask of the soul owl, and with a movement of his figure, he led the people of the soul clan to rush forward.

The rest of the ancient tribes were afraid of being robbed of the opportunity, so they all dispatched together.

All of a sudden, Queyi and other monster clan members, as well as Yi Xiaoyao and others, were surrounded and suppressed by the major ancient clans.

Seeing this scene, Ling Zhan smiled triumphantly, looked at Yi Xiaoyao with resentful eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Hmph! Little bastard, just because you want to attack me, the true spirit of the Spirit Race? Let's live through today before we talk about it!"

After speaking, he waved to the people of the Spirit Race behind him, and retreated into the dark.

They were seriously injured by Yi Xiaoyao before, and they have not fully recovered until now, so they are not able to participate in the current competition.

However, they have successfully muddied the water, making Yi Xiaoyao sure to die, which is enough.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The surrounding space was empty, and the major ancient clans who had been waiting and watching before finally made their moves together at this moment.

Those figures scrambled towards Yi Xiaoyao and the others, each of them had a shocking aura.

Looking at this scene, Que Yi's complexion suddenly became ugly.

Not only because these guys don't take her Yaozu seriously, but also because she doesn't have the slightest confidence to deal with so many strong people.

"Little brother Dizhu, although I like your decision, sister, it is a wise choice to keep the green hills. Why don't you hand over the inheritance of Mietian to them?"

Queyi hesitated for a moment, then sighed to Yi Xiaoyao and said.

Yi Xiaoyao frowned slightly when he heard the words, but he also understood that what Que Yi said was true, and he didn't mean to blame Que Yi in the slightest.

After all, no matter how important the Mietian inheritance is, saving one's life is the number one priority.

What's more, Yi Xiaoyao didn't want these companions to die here with him.

"Having said that, it would be too useless to surrender without giving it a try."

Yi Xiaoyao opened his mouth in a deep voice, and then walked in front of everyone, facing the many strong men rushing in front of him, his eyes were not only fearless, but also burst out with fighting spirit.

"Happy! Don't mess around!"

"Little brother Dizhu, what are you going to do?"

"Brother Xiaoyao, your injury..."

Everyone exclaimed in unison, but was interrupted by Yi Xiaoyao raising his hand.

Yi Xiaoyao twisted his neck, and grinned on his pale and weak face.

Even though he was seriously injured, even though he was exhausted, it didn't mean that he could be manipulated by others, and it didn't mean that it was difficult for him to fight.

At the very least, he's going to give it a try.

If he still loses in the end, in order to protect his companions, then he will hand over the Tianmietian inheritance.

"Burning Soul."

A layer of void black flames swayed from Yi Xiaoyao's body, although it made his complexion paler and weaker, but under the Burning Soul Forbidden Technique, the originally exhausted body burst out again with waves of energy.

Even, Yi Xiaoyao at this moment is stronger than when he was fighting and crying just now!
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(End of this chapter)