"There are not many opportunities. You guys... better think clearly."
Yun Ding snorted coldly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
With the current strength of the three clans, even if Ling Xiao is here, it is impossible to resist.
After all calculations, the Yun Clan only has three emperor-level ancestors, and there are four emperor-level ancestors from the three tribes who have descended today.
Coupled with Yun Ding, the disparity in strength is too obvious.
The only thing that made Yun Ding a little worried was the Ten Thousand Swords Divine Formation above his head.
"I...I am willing to follow Lord Yun..."
Sure enough, an elder's eyes changed and he still chose to seek refuge with Yun Ding.
After all, the former Yun Lord now truly controls the lifeblood of the Yun clan.
As long as she exposes Ling Xiao's identity, the Yun Clan will definitely be in trouble today.
"Huh, why are you talking nonsense to them? Yun Si, Ji Wuming, you claim to be princes, why don't you compete with my three clans today?"
As the three Yun Clan elders walked out of the crowd and stood behind Yun Ding, the faces of the remaining Yun Clan members became increasingly gloomy and ferocious.
Although following Ling Xiao was not their original intention, betrayal at this time... would be even more of a shame.
What the Yun Clan has always believed in is that everyone is united and shares the same hatred.
They really didn't expect that Yun Ting would take refuge with the three tribes and become the enemy of the Yun tribe at such a critical moment.
"Oh? How to compare?"
The corners of Ji Wuming's mouth raised slightly, and fighting spirit rose in his eyes.
The reason why he followed Ling Xiao was to get more opportunities to experience by his side.
Nowadays, there are not many geniuses among the three tribes, but...these ancestors seem to be pretty good.
Only in a real life-and-death battle can one break through oneself!
The true meaning of immortality lies in living toward death.
"Hmph, although you two are both princes, there are countless geniuses from our three clans. I wonder if these two little princes dare to fight against the geniuses from our three clans?"
As soon as Long Xiang finished speaking, a trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the powerful men from the three tribes.
This ancestor of Zulong Mountain is obviously
In order to build momentum for the appearance of the destined dragon girl.
With the three stinky tribes in front of us, let alone Ji Wuming, even Yun Si... can't possibly defeat them.
This Long Xiang is crazy about wanting to be famous. He actually wants to use all the geniuses of the three tribes as stepping stones.
"Pfft, you old guy, are you the hidden son of the Yun Clan?"
Ji Wuming sneered and looked up at Mo Ling, "Today, if anyone from the three clans can defeat me, I will give up my position as a prince of the imperial clan to him. If no one can defeat me, I will kill Long Xiang."
This old man’s little baby, let’s make wine and drink it!”
"Pfft!"
Hearing this, even Ling Xiao had a helpless smile on his face.
This Ji Wu Ming didn't open his mouth, he was a proper prince of the imperial family, handsome, aloof, and arrogant.
However, as soon as he speaks, his true nature will be revealed immediately.
Different from Xiao Pian's Pong, this Ji Wuming is a real tiger.
"You...you dare to humiliate me!"
Long Xiang's face turned red and he wished he could take action immediately and kill Ji Wuming on the spot.
As the ancestor of Zulong Mountain, he has never been so humiliated.
However, he knew that once he did that, Zulong Mountain would probably die tomorrow.
"Just tell me if you dare to bet."
Ji Wuming folded his arms and looked at the people above him with a provocative expression.
"Humph, what's there to be afraid of? I'll do it!"
Just as Long Xiang was silently thinking, behind him, a young man covered in dragon scales snorted coldly, stepped out and stood in front of everyone.
However, looking at the figure that was several times taller than Ji Wuming, Long Xiang's face not only showed no trace of relief, but showed a hint of resentment.
"Ji never kills unknown people."
Ji Wuming shook his head, his hair dancing, his temperament superb.
"Ancestral Dragon Mountain, Dragon Roaring Roar."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dragon genius didn't hesitate at all, and took a step forward, the dragon's power shook.
Around its body, wisps of glow rose up, and a pair of protruding palms gradually turned into two ferocious dragon claws, sealing down angrily.
With the power of the avenue hanging down, the body of the Dragon Clan is already the top of the three clans, even the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan cannot compare with it.
The vast power of qi and blood turned into a rainbow and rushed towards Ji Wuming to suppress it.
only!!
Faced with such a terrifying offensive, there was no trace of emotion on the face of this imperial prince, instead a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face.
"You... are lucky that you are not from our clan!"
After he finished speaking, he could see his palms raised slightly, and the long river beneath him was rushing towards the sky, like a nine-sky Milky Way, hanging upside down in the world.
The demonic power on Long Baxiao solidified almost instantly.
At some point, water chains snaked out from all over his body, binding his figure.
The next moment, before he could struggle, he saw a ray of blood falling from the sky.
Long Baxiao's body, directly under the stunned gaze of everyone, was torn to pieces by the layers of water mist, and exploded into a bloody mist.
"Gulu."
Heaven and earth are silent!!
Even the eyes of everyone in the Yun Clan showed a hint of shock.
The strength of this imperial prince has obviously transcended the realm of the supreme.
Even with the strength of Long Baxiao, the eighth-grade heavenly supreme, he was as fragile as an ant in front of him.
"Next."
Ji Wuming stood where he was, never moving a step from beginning to end.
White clothes are flowing, black hair is dancing, and he looks like a peerless young man!!
"As expected of a prince of the imperial clan, such strength... is terrifying."
The geniuses of the three tribes looked at each other with a trace of fear in their eyes.
This Ji has no life
His strength is obviously close to the imperial realm. I'm afraid... if the ancestors don't take action, it will be difficult for anyone to be his opponent.
But unlike the shock of the strong men of the three tribes, at this time, the eyes of everyone in the Yun tribe fell on Ling Xiao.
With Ji Wuming's temperament, there is only one way to make him surrender, which is to beat him into submission.
In other words, the strength of this Emperor Qingcang is probably several times more terrifying than Ji Wuming.
"Why, is there no one left? The strength of the people of the three tribes is not necessarily much stronger than that of the Yun tribe."
Ji Wuming smiled sarcastically. His words not only offended the three tribes, but also made the faces of everyone in the Yun tribe darken.
"That's all. It's too troublesome to fight one by one. You all... come together."
"What? This Ji Wuming wants to challenge Huangzhou Contemporary!!"
"Arrogant! Teach him a lesson!"
The demon youths looked angry and turned to look at Mo Ling.
Since the death of Huang Jiuchao and others, Mo Ling has become a leading figure among the youth of the three tribes.
If he didn't take action, it would be difficult for everyone to be Ji Wuming's opponent today.
"Let's take action together."
Feeling the anticipation in everyone's eyes, Mo Ling sighed softly, glanced at Ling Xiao sadly, and walked directly towards Ji Wuming.
"Take action!!"
Seeing this scene, the geniuses of the demon race roared angrily, and spiritual radiance bloomed all over their bodies.
Thousands of phoenixes vibrated, divine dragons roared, and the golden unicorn silhouette stood in the sky, roaring like thousands of troops and horses.
The sky is shattered!!
Thousands of rays of light drooped down, and even the powerful emperors felt their hearts shake and their souls shattered under the suppression of this divine power.
The all-out attack of nearly a hundred demon geniuses was simply not something that the Supreme Being could resist.
And the expression on Ji Wuming's face suddenly became dull.