"General, I'm afraid that you and those brothers in the army will not be able to enter this golden light formation." Yang Wenjun smiled bitterly: "The general and the brothers in the army have worked hard and made great contributions, but in the end there is no chance to enter and compete. For the prospects of the human race, Wenjun can only be unkind and unrighteous."

Meng Xiaoyun's face changed slightly: "What does Miss Yang mean?"

"I really didn't expect that there is such a magical formation in the world that can automatically distinguish the existence of creatures of various races. There is also an extreme method that is different from any holy weapon in the past. All creatures of various races must enter together to avoid backlash." Yang Wenjun sighed lightly: "And the number of people entering each race cannot exceed the extreme variables, and they must be balanced to enter."

"In other words, each clan can only enter nine ranks?" Meng Xiaoyun's face changed again and again.

"I'm sorry." Yang Wenjun bent down and bowed to Meng Xiaoyun.

"I understand." Meng Xiaoyun smiled bitterly: "Now the number of people who can enter the golden light to compete for the holy weapon must be the elite among the elite. Although each of us soldiers is a veteran who has experienced many battles, in terms of cultivation and combat power, even if we are the nominal human coach, we are definitely not as good as that."

Yang Wenjun lowered his head: "I hope the general understands."

"Understand, of course, understand." Meng Xiaoyun laughed: "Your Gu Yang doesn't think of our tens of thousands of soldiers as people. We soldiers came here with the determination to die this time. Now that we have saved our lives, we have already made a fortune. Just because we have never expected a chance to compete for the holy weapon. Our original intention is to join the war for the future of the human race. Even if we can't use us now, how dare we have other ideas?"

"General, you,,,,,,"

Meng Xiaoyun laughed: "Miss Yang doesn't have to say much, Meng understands. Fighting for the holy weapon will be extremely dangerous. With the cultivation of us, entering cannon fodder is also a cannon fodder. It is better to hold a banquet in the human camp to welcome Miss Yang and all the human heroes back together."

Asura sneered: "General Meng is open-minded. If anyone paid such a heavy price, he would not even have the qualification to enter the market in the end. The general might be able to figure it out, but can the general's tens of thousands of brothers understand? There are countless casualties and injuries, and hundreds of thousands of troops are not one ten, but such a heavy price is only a word of sorry. If it were my demon creature, no one would be willing."

Meng Xiaoyun laughed: "You can't figure out these things, so you can always be a selfish demon. But we can be people living under the blue sky and the sun."

"It's just self-righteous." Asura sneered: "If you give up this time, do you think that the human race will definitely win?"

Yang Wenjun sneered: "Great Master, even though the Great Master is so confident, why don't we fight here first and then go in? I wonder what the Ghost Sect and the Demon Clan mean? "

Ye Chen's face turned cold: "It's really not easy for everyone to get to this point. It seems that there is no need to fight for the will of anger here!"

Feng Tianhuang sighed lightly: "If we can fight first here, it is not impossible. There will be a mortal hatred among all tribes. Instead of entering the formation and then placing hidden arrows behind us, it is better to fight first here. Even if no one can enter the formation in the end, at least it will be cheaper for those with ulterior motives."

The human Yings each had their faces pale, but no one expected that Feng Tianhuang had such a plan?

Yang Wenjun sighed softly: "What the Crown Prince said is right. Instead of being prepared for each person after entering, it is better for everyone to fight happily first."

"Sister Jun." Yang Zhan's face changed rapidly.

"Shut up." Yang Wenjun couldn't help but be furious: "Since the demons start fighting, is there any reason for the human race to avoid fighting? The human race has always only warriors who move forward forever, and no cowards who escape."

The human race Zhu Ying's face became even more ugly, and Yang Wenjun's words made everyone feel incredible. The demon race and Meng Xiaoyun decided to cooperate and no longer had the hope of competing for the holy weapon. However, the human race is now the most hopeful party to compete for the holy weapon. If they fight first outside at this time, the human race will definitely suffer the greatest losses.

Not to mention that the demon clan and the human clan had already had a covenant. Yang Wenjun's unparalleled magical power alone is enough to make the clan stand invincible. Yang Zhanluo and the Narcissus are also extremely powerful in combat. When they meet the strongest elites of each clan alone, they at least have the ability to protect themselves. Zhuo Junlin is the most mysterious dark horse. Even though he only has the cultivation level of the Shackle Realm, he has a draw with the demon masters in full view of everyone. No one knows where Zhuo Junlin's upper limit is,,,,,

In this situation, the human race has the upper hand regardless of the right time, place, and people, but no one wants to stay there.

"Miss Yang, Prince Feng, you don't have to sing and drink." Asura sneered: "For this holy weapon, all tribes have paid so much blood and life. Even I was severely injured under Miss Yang's sword. Under the land where we stood, every inch of blood was soaked. At this time, who would give up? Do you really think that such simple means can make all living beings afraid?"

Yang Wenjun pressed the hilt of the sword, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes: "Then try it."

Ye Chen's face was pale as paper: "Miss Yang, the price paid by all races for this holy weapon is obvious to all. The holy weapon is right in front of us, so it's better for us to go in first."

"It's not too late to go in after the battle." Yang Wenjun sneered.

Ye Chen's face became increasingly ugly: "Now that the winner is decided, life and death are divided, and the loser will never enter the formation again. Miss Yang does this, is it really necessary to make all living beings give up the opportunity to compete for the holy weapon?"

"This is the 'Great Zhoutian Extinction Formation'." Ruzi chuckled: "The biggest advantage of this formation is that it can understand the world. As long as each race chooses a choice to fight, it is recognized by the world. Whether it is to defeat or kill you, it only needs three parties to enter. If everyone agrees to take action, the winner who wins the final victory can enter the formation as long as he gathers the most numbers, the winner can enter the formation."

Ye Chen's face turned pale.

Asura's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot for a moment.

Feng Tianhuang's eyes flashed.

All the creatures present were the choices of all races and were knowledgeable.

But no one expected that with the birth of the holy weapon, the guardian of the holy weapon was the legendary "The Great Zhoutian Extinction Array."

If it is true as Luo Shui Narcissus said, if all creatures decide the outcome and eliminate all opponents now, then with the various opportunities for the birth of the holy weapon, everything will fall into the hands of the final winner.

But no one expected that Yang Wenjun had such ambitions.

Even the seemingly weak woman in white in front of her has the ambition to eat alone.

Whether it was Feng Tianhuang, Asura, or Ye Chen, his face became extremely ugly.

As long as you enter the golden light, even if you cannot finally seize the holy weapon, the various opportunities for the holy weapon to be born will be enough to allow all living beings to receive enough feedback.

However, now, by Asura's words, all living beings were forced into a desperate situation by Yang Wenjun.

Ye Chen now had the urge to kill Asura. Whether it was the demon clan, the ghost sect, or even other creatures of the demon clan, his eyes when he looked at Asura seemed to have become enemies who killed his father.

Asura sneered, but a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "Since Miss Yang wants to decide first, the demons will be with her. No matter what the two tribes have plans, the demons are willing to take it. As Prince Feng said, instead of entering the formation, they must be on guard, it is better to fight openly here now, so as not to be distracted and guard against our opponents."

Yang Wenjun sneered, but a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!