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Chapter 1284: Successive Fiasco

"Is this the strongest person sent by the Spiritual Tribe? It's nothing more than this. I can sweep all the rest of you by myself!"

The gilded ancient god looked at the Spirit Clan side and said extremely arrogantly.

The remaining spirit race participants were trembling slightly, feeling resentful and unwilling, but they could only lower their heads.

The Gilded Ancient God's defeat of the Ice Plains Ancient God has completely shattered their confidence.

Moreover, the Golden Fury Ancient God of the Liejin Clan has not yet taken action. In addition, the Liejin Clan also has five sixth-level true gods.

The two Ancient Gods of the Liejin Tribe took turns taking action and were able to stabilize the number of losses within five games.

In that case, the Spirit Clan wouldn't be able to get even 10% of the Heavenly Crystal Fire Spiritual Veins.

"I lost!"

The ancient ice god looked dim and slowly returned to the Eldar camp without saying a word.

He originally thought of using this gambling war between the two clans to shine.

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

"The Fierce Gold Clan, in order to win, you really do whatever it takes!"

The fifth elder of the Spirit Clan gave a low shout.

The Liejin Tribe proposed a gambling war between the two tribes. On the surface, the Spirit Tribe had the upper hand, but the Liejin Tribe hid a trump card that could completely turn the tide of the war.

For this reason, the Liejin clan blocked the news layer by layer, and even used special means to hide the true cultivation level of the Gilded Ancient God. It can be said that they took great pains.

"That's not right. The Liejin Clan is a proud and tyrannical people. They all rely on their true abilities. It's just that the children of the Spirit Clan are not as skilled as others. How can they spit on others?"

Elder Jin of the Liejin Clan had a red face and laughed.

This time, the Liejin Tribe severely defeated the Spirit Tribe in front of many forces in the Purple Spirit Realm.

Seeing the frustrated and angry expressions of the Spirit Tribe people, Elder Jin felt extremely happy.

"you……"

The fifth elder of the Spirit Tribe was trembling with anger, but the Ancient God of the Ice Plains lost after all, and nothing he said was of any use.

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

Elder Jin looked at the elders of the Spirit Clan and said with a proud look on his face.

If the gambling war continues, it will only make the Eldar clan more miserable and embarrassed!

This is exactly what he wanted to see.

"Betting war..."

Several elders of the Spirit Clan looked complicated and slightly struggling.

"There is still hope!"

The four elders of the Spirit Clan sent messages to all the Spirit Clan.

"There are eight of us, and we still have the opportunity to take the initiative to challenge. As long as we defeat the three sixth-level true gods of the Liejin tribe and the Heavenly Crystal Fire Spirit Vein, we can get a share of the pie!"

The fourth elder's profound words rang in everyone's minds.

Now there are only seven people left in the Liejin Clan. As long as their remaining number is reduced to less than five, the Spirit Clan can still get 10% of the profits.

The other Eldar elders also calmed down a little.

If they directly admit defeat, the Spirit Clan will lose all face.

And, 10% is better than nothing!

"Now, if you can defeat the three people from the Liejin Tribe, each of you will be rewarded with 10,000 contribution points. If you defeat the descendant of the Liejin Tribe, you will be rewarded with 40,000 contribution points!"

Seeing that the spirit clan disciples were still in a very depressed mood, the fourth elder continued.

As soon as these words came out, a glimmer of light ignited in the eyes of the remaining disciples of the Spirit Clan.

As long as three sixth-level true gods are defeated, everyone can get contribution points, and if they defeat the children of the Liejin tribe, they can get 40,000 contribution points.

"The gambling war continues!"

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

"Haha, you really don't want to give up!"

Elder Jin of the Liejin Clan sneered.

He naturally understood that the Spirit Tribe wanted to defeat the three sixth-level true gods of the Liejin Tribe. In this way, the Spirit Tribe could also obtain 10% of the Heavenly Crystal Fire Spiritual Veins.

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

On the battle platform, the gilded ancient god smiled ferociously.

It was obvious that the Gilded Ancient God had no intention of resting after defeating the Ice Plains Ancient God.

The remaining seven members of the Spirit Clan looked gloomy.

Although there was a great battle between the ancient god of gold and the ancient god of ice, it cost a lot of money and resulted in serious injuries.

But with his strength, facing the sixth level true god, he can still defeat him forcefully.

Everyone understands that if you are chosen by the Gilded Ancient God, you will definitely lose.

"The Ancient God of Gold, save Zhao Feng until the end!"

Elder Jin of the Fierce Gold Clan directly transmitted messages to the Ancient God of Gold.

Before, Zhao Feng had all the limelight, but now, he wants Zhao Feng to endure several times more suffering and pressure than others.

"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.

That was a young man in white clothes, the one with the lowest strength among the ten disciples of the Spirit Clan who participated in the war.

"Fight!"

The young man in white stepped onto the battlefield and immediately activated the spirit bloodline to display his hidden trump card.

Boom boom boom!

The white crystal light that filled the sky turned into peerless sharp swords and stabbed towards the gilded ancient god.

The gilded ancient god looked stern, and a ball of golden light surged over 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 Spirit Clan.

"Get out of here!"

The body of the gilded ancient god rushed out fiercely, and a hot gravitational pressure enveloped the young man in white.

He swung the ancient giant ax fiercely in his hand.

A huge golden light and shadow directly blasted the white-clothed young man from the Spirit Tribe away from the battlefield.

The remaining six members of the Spirit Clan, their expressions darkened again.

"I didn't expect that he would be able to display such great strength after the battle with the Ancient God of Ice!"

True God Long Yuan looked calm.

Even if he takes action at this moment, he has no confidence in defeating the gilded ancient god.

"The next one is you, come up here!"

After defeating one person, the gilded ancient god's eyes quickly fell on another spiritual race participant.

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

This young man from the Spirit Race was slightly stronger, and he was defeated only after ten moves with the Gilded Ancient God.

At this moment, the Spirit Tribe has lost four times in a row, with only five people left!

The nearby spectators gradually lost interest.

Because the next battle will be one-sided, and everyone knows the final result.

During this gambling war between the two clans, the Fierce Gold Tribe completely rose to prominence, and the Gilded Ancient God became famous in the Purple Spirit Realm.

"I should still have a chance to play!"

Ancient God Jin Nu said with a smile.

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

Boom boom!

At this moment, another Spirit Clan disciple was blasted out of the battlefield.

The gilded ancient god has won five games in a row!

As for the Spirit Tribe, they have lost five games in a row!

All the people from the Spirit Clan could no longer watch such a scene and wished they could leave directly.

Every extra moment they stay is a kind of torture for them.

Only Zhao Feng's expression only fluctuated slightly from beginning to end.

"That's just right. There are still seven members of the Liejin clan, which add up to 280,000 contribution points!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng looked slightly excited.

Two hundred and forty thousand contribution points are more than enough to exchange for one skill within the Spirit Clan.

"There are four people left, come up!"

The gilded ancient god pointed at a disciple of the Spirit Race again.

Whoosh!

A young man with a wide face stepped onto the battlefield.

"You have been seriously injured and exhausted, and you have been fighting continuously. Now you are exhausted. Let me end you!"

The strength of the broad-faced young man was in the middle of the pack among the ten participants.

"Hmph, I told you that I can defeat the weaklings of the Spirit Tribe alone!"

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

Ding ding bang!

The two of them each said a harsh word and then collided with each other.

A broad-faced young man from the Spirit Tribe, holding a high-grade artifact in his hand, burning the Spirit Tribe's blood and attacking the gilded ancient god crazily.

This time, the battle lasted longer, and the advantage of the Gilded Ancient God was not obvious.

suddenly!

The gold-plated ancient god's eyes flashed with golden light, and he urged the high-grade artifact in his hand to wave it suddenly.

Ding bang!

The broad-faced young man's broadsword was directly broken by the gilded ancient god.

"My 'Tianfeng Breaking Sun Sword'..."

The broad-faced young man suddenly exclaimed.

His artifact is only of middle grade and cannot be compared with the high-grade artifact of the ancient gilded god.

Without the artifact, the broad-faced young man's combat power plummeted.

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

Gilded Ancient God, six consecutive victories!

Then, among the three remaining members of the Spirit Tribe, the thin and weak woman stepped onto the fighting stage.

In less than a moment, she was also defeated!

Seven consecutive wins!

The gilded ancient gods of the Fierce Gold Clan have won seven games in a row.

The top leaders of the Spirit Clan all looked ashen.

Now that there are only two of them left, it seems unrealistic to seize 10% of the Heavenly Crystal Fire Spirit Vein from the Liejin Clan.

But the Eldar have lost seven games in a row and must at least win one, otherwise it will be extremely embarrassing!

"Zhao Feng and True God Long Yuan are stronger. The Ancient God of Gold will choose to rest. In this way, the Spirit Clan can still win!"

The words of the elder of the Spirit Clan were very difficult.

"True God Long Yuan, come up!"

However, the gilded ancient god still did not retreat, but continued to challenge the true god Long Yuan who was at the peak of the sixth level!

"Hmph, I will definitely defeat you!"

A ruthless light flashed in the eyes of True God Long Yuan, and he flew directly onto the battlefield.

boom!

A force of spiritual bloodline suddenly erupted, and True God Long Yuan held a golden spear in his hand, carrying bright golden light that filled the sky, and stabbed at the gilded ancient god.

"You are still defeated!"

The gilded ancient god's eyes flashed, and he activated his trump card again.

Within his body, a brilliant power of destruction slowly surged out.

"The golden light breaks!"

The gilded ancient god waved his ancient giant axe, slashing out a giant blade of golden flames that destroyed the heaven and earth.

Boom boom!

True God Long Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he used the secret method of the spiritual bloodline to avoid fatal injuries.

Suffering a huge blow all of a sudden, True God Long Yuan was unable to succeed. After struggling for a while, he was defeated miserably!

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

The rest are all defeated!

"True God Long Yuan also lost!"

The fifth elder of the Spirit Clan closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to face all this, not wanting to see the ugly faces of the people from the Liejin Clan.

The fourth elder of the Spirit Clan lamented.

He also didn't expect that the Gilded Ancient God was so powerful, had so many trump cards, and was undefeated in eight games in a row.

"Let's admit defeat!"

An elder from the Spirit Clan had a tormented look on his face.

Someone was the first to say this, and the other elders of the Spirit Clan also agreed.

"Zhao Feng, why don't you come back quickly? Are you going to continue to embarrass yourself?"

The Ancient Ice God was in an extremely bad mood. When he saw Zhao Feng standing alone in front, he immediately shouted in a low voice.

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

He stood up suddenly and was about to announce to the Holy Land of Life that the Spiritual Clan would admit defeat.

At this moment, a loud voice interrupted him.

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

Zhao Feng was a little depressed.

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

But finally, it was his turn to play, and the top leaders of the Eldar clan actually wanted to admit defeat. How could he allow such a thing to happen.

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

And at this moment, a powerful aura that shook the world fiercely rushed out of Zhao Feng's body.

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