Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 1457
Around this black phoenix golden sedan chair, there are eight Youhuang guards standing, all of them have the aura of nine stars in the Shenzong realm, and they are all wearing black armor, which is also a top-grade artifact of Heiyao level, which is very impressive.

Even if you don't count the Imperial Master of Youhuang God Dynasty in the sedan chair, just these eight people's fighting strength together is very terrifying.

"you"

Elder Daoyi got angry and just opened his mouth when another voice interrupted his words.

"I'm sorry, the ancestors of our Jinwu tribe also want to invite Mr. Jian to sit in the Jinwu tribe and talk about why he is here."

At this moment, an unkind female voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone's eyes followed the prestige, and they saw dozens of women in golden robes lined up outside a golden palace in midair, and the one who spoke was a woman standing at the gate of the palace.

The woman's face was cold, her eyes were filled with a faint murderous look, and she wore a scimitar at her waist. Her aura was comparable to that of a seven or eight star in the Shenzong Realm.

Behind her, on the golden palace, there is a brand of the Golden Crow Totem, exuding a terrifying savage majesty, which is very astonishing.

Strands of golden light hung down from under the palace, filled with terrifying coercion, making the surrounding warriors dare not approach at all.

"Golden Crow Clan, this is the Great Sun Palace of the old Patriarch of the Golden Crow Clan. It is no weaker than the existence of the Imperial Master of the Youhuang God Dynasty. He even appeared."

On the Five Gods Square, many warriors recognized this palace, their faces were horrified, and they exclaimed endlessly.

"Back then, the old patriarch of the Golden Crow Tribe competed for opportunities with three Holy Master-level existences in a secret realm, and his combat power was not inferior at all. After he took charge of the Golden Crow Clan, he shocked many powerful forces of the Monster Clan, and once made the Golden Crow Clan a leader. Among the eight tribes of the Yaozu, the forces ranked close to the top three."

Some strong men of the older generation said with trembling hands and a horrified light in their old eyes.

In their era, the old patriarch of the Golden Crow clan was not considered old, and there were countless legends about him in the galaxy at that time.

Being able to spread rumors from the monster race to the human race shows its extraordinary.

"Friends of the Jinwu tribe, I must take this person away. If there is any offence, please return Haihan."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the silent black phoenix sedan chair.

The voice was not loud, but it was very clear, and it spread to the ears of everyone present.

There is a strong aura in the voice, but anyone with some eyesight can tell that this is definitely the aura that only a peerless existence can have.

"It's hard to say who offended whom. I heard that brother You fought against the headmaster. I admire him very much. I want you to give me some advice."

In the Great Sun Palace of the Golden Crow Clan, an old but very imposing voice came out.

This voice was transmitted to everyone, and unconsciously, a God of War wearing a golden armor appeared in front of people's eyes, showing his sharpness and fearlessness.

"Oh my god, are you lucky to see the old Patriarch of the Golden Crow Clan fight against the Imperial Master of the Youhuang God Dynasty today?"

"It's almost a millennium to fight against such legendary characters. No, it's rare to see each other in ten thousand years. It's like a big chance."

"Be sure to watch intently, don't miss anything."

Countless people around, hearing the conversation between these two strong men, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, and their mood became even more excited.

"You two, I'm really sorry, we also want this person in Dao Sword Holy Land."

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone could see that a huge divine sword was floating in the void, and above the divine sword stood a middle-aged man wearing a black and white mask.

This middle-aged man was alone, and he didn't have any disciples from the Dao Sword Holy Land, but, just by himself, his aura was not inferior to that of the Black Phoenix Golden Palanquin and the Great Sun Palace.

Standing in the void, he is like a peerless divine sword with a hidden front, as if he can split the world with just one thought.

There was no one around the Excalibur, and that invisible coercion was not something anyone could bear.

"The Deputy Holy Master of the Dao Sword Holy Land, I heard that he understood the peerless inheritance of Qingfeng Dao Sword a year ago, broke through to the sacred realm, and his sword energy is unparalleled in the world."

"You can feel it, looking at him like a peerless sword."

"I don't know how the new Sacred Realm powerhouse compares with the two Sacred Realm existences of the older generation. Maybe today we will find out."

On the Five Gods Square, there were endless discussions.

"We also want him in the Holy Land of Lingsen. If it is convenient for you, you can let him go. Our Holy Land promises to give you satisfactory rewards."

Another voice sounded.

I saw a tens of feet of star beast dragon emerging from the void. The dragon's eyes were blood red, and every time it stepped forward with its claws, it exuded a murderous aura against the sky.

This is a flood dragon that is no less than a sacred realm.

Of course, what is even more surprising is that sitting on the head of this dragon is a middle-aged man with a gourd of wine in his hand and eating wine and vegetables.

He couldn't feel any breath, but no one dared to ignore him.

"The vice-holy master of Lingsen Holy Land, Lingfusheng!"

Many strong men from the monster clan recognized the person on Jiaolong's head, and they lowered their eyes and said in amazement.

Ling Fusheng, his name in the five star fields is not well known, and he rarely shows himself, but his combat power is beyond doubt.

He has been in the sacred realm for many years. Ten years ago, in order to regain the dragon under his seat, he personally entered the Tianlong Sea in the Northern Star Territory. He fought hard against several old dragons of the Tianlong clan, and finally forced the other party to compromise and give up the dragon.

Then, in order to raise this flood dragon to the epic level, he even slaughtered dozens of monster clan forces in the Northern Star Region, and plundered resources to supply the flood dragon to upgrade.

His infamous reputation may only be known by people from the Northern Star Region.

"We, the Poison Spirit Clan and the Seven Kills Holy Land, also have thoughts about this person. In fact, all of us can negotiate together and distribute them fairly, how about that?"

At this moment, a huge divine ship came from the void, and on the divine ship stood two groups of people.

One is from the Poison Spirit Clan, and the other is from the Seven Kills Holy Land.

No one cares about how they joined together, but what everyone cares about is that the combination of these two forces will inevitably have an advantage over these separate forces around them.

"Although I don't know how the people from the Poison Spirit Clan and the Seven Kills Holy Land are like this time, they are definitely not worse than those from the Dao Sword Holy Land. We have to step back for a while, so as not to be affected by this fairy fight."

Below, many warriors in the Five Gods Square talked.

At this point, all the forces from the six directions had arrived. Jian Fengyun scanned the surroundings with calm eyes, and took a small step forward, just about to speak.

Just at this moment, an untimely ethereal female voice suddenly sounded.
(End of this chapter)