"Whew-"

Yang Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the training ground quickly, and then flew to Yuan Hong's side.

"Your Highness!" Yuan Hong looked cautious and saluted Yang Jiao.

"En!" Yang Jiao nodded, then glanced up at the sky, and then walked quickly to Bixiao's side.

At this time, Bi Xiao's eyes were slightly closed, his expression was as usual, and even his breath was not the slightest different from before, but at this time, the battle was interrupted, and Yang Jiao's senses were still in a fierce battle, so he was very keen to find the difference in Bi Xiao's body.

"Master......" Yang Jiao stretched out his hand and shook the sky.

"Ahh

Bi Xiao seemed to wake up like a dream, and her eyes opened immediately, but a flash of confusion flashed in her eyes: "What's the matter?"

"You were watching the battle just now, what happened?" Yang Jiao asked.

Bi Xiao frowned slightly, then shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't know either!"

While the two were talking, they suddenly felt a darkness above their heads, and immediately saw a huge fist with golden light roaring towards their heads.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Yuan Hong beside him shouted, then flew up and met the golden fist.

"Boom—"

As soon as Yang Jiao protected Bi Xiao behind him, a loud bang came from the top of his head, and Yuan Hong and the golden fist had collided together.

The qi waves rolled and raged, and Yuan Hong's figure flew back upside down at a faster speed than when he flew up, and after falling to the ground, he staggered back nearly ten steps before stabilizing his figure.

"What a powerful force, come again!"

Yuan Hong bared his teeth and shouted, stretched out his hand and took out the stick, and then flew up again, fighting with the golden man.

"Is this the Twelve Golden Men of the Great Qin Empire?

Yang Jiao glanced at Bi Xiao and casually opened a void crack. Said: "You go back to Sanxian Island first." ”

Bi Xiao knew that with her strength at this time, she couldn't help much, so she nodded, stepped into the crack, and her figure disappeared.

After the void crack healed, Yang Jiao carefully observed the sky.

At this time, the sky above the Wu tribe became a battlefield of fighting everywhere.

Countless soldiers in pitch-black armor turned into a rolling torrent. Fiercely fought with countless Wu warriors, and there was a lot of blood for a while.

In the sky, a giant dragon in black armor hovered in the sky, and above the dragon's head stood a young black-robed emperor, followed by two and three figures exuding a powerful aura.

Yang Jiao also noticed that there were twelve golden figures like the opponents Yuan Hong had killed, and each of them exuded a powerful aura of quasi-saint level.

It's just that what makes Yang Jiao frown a little is that these golden people don't have the existence of will power around them. It's as if their powerful attacks are all fought by their own strength.

Among the twelve golden figures, one was entangled by Yuan Hong, one was entangled by the great witch of Weng Guo, and eight joined forces to form a mysterious formation and fought with the Xingtian Witch Saint.

As for the remaining two, with the powerful power of the quasi-saint level, they blasted out with a punch at will. There was a large area of Wu clan powerhouses who were beaten into a cloud of blood mist, and many of them were golden immortal-level witches.

Those soldiers in battle armor. All of them also had the breath of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, joined forces to form a powerful formation, and fought together with the Wu Clan warriors.

The people of the Wu clan have extraordinary bloodlines, and they generally have the strength comparable to that of heavenly immortals when they are adults, and at this level, they have not suffered much.

However, despite blocking the attack of the Black Armor Army. But those great witch powerhouses who flew into the sky continued to fall, and those tribes that the witch clan spent endless years to establish have turned into ruins under the ravages of the Jin people.

"What kind of monsters are these guys?"

Yang Jiao casually beat a group of black-armored soldiers beside him to pieces, but his brows furrowed.

Because he found. These black-armored soldiers turned out to be mortals, and their strength actually came from the armor on their bodies.

"Originally, I suspected that the Great Qin Empire was related to the Wu Clan, but now it seems that I was wrong!"

Yang Jiao thought in his heart, and suddenly looked up at the air, and met the eyes of the black-robed emperor in the air.

"It's really funny, the body is just a mortal, and it can have such a powerful power!"

When his eyes met, Yang Jiao found that the black-robed emperor who exuded the powerful momentum of the peak of the Golden Immortal was actually just a mortal.

"Whatever weirdness you have, let's catch it first!"

Yang Jiao's heart moved, and then he flew towards the black-robed emperor to kill.

The sharp sword swirled around him, and all the black-armored soldiers who were close to him were ruthlessly cut to pieces under this sword.

The black-robed emperor on the iron-armored black dragon watched Yang Jiao kill, and his heart froze, and then his heart moved, and he commanded the golden man in the air to block in front of him.

"Humph!"

There was a trace of disdain on the corner of Yang Jiao's mouth, and the glaive sword in his hand slashed out two swords in the air, directly splitting the two golden figures blocking in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Jiao's figure flashed, and he appeared directly on the dragon head of the iron-armored black dragon.

"Sonorous!"

Two of the three people beside the black-robed emperor, who were dressed as war generals, quickly drew the sword at his waist and glared at Yang Jiao.

"Whoosh!"

The two golden figures that had been split into the air also flew back and stood in front of the ironclad black dragon, assuming an offensive posture.

Yang Jiao was slightly surprised, although he was not at his peak at this time, the two knives just now were enough to kill an ordinary quasi-saint powerhouse, and these two golden figures did not even have a trace of scars on their bodies at this time, and their breath was not weakened by half a point.

"Hmph!" Yang Jiao snorted lightly, pinched the neck of the black-robed emperor and lifted it up: "Let them all stop!"

The black-robed emperor's majestic eyes shot a touch of anger, but he felt the oppression coming from the armor on his neck, and finally waved his hand.

With the wave of the black-robed emperor's hand, the black-armored soldiers who were still fearless of death just now suddenly froze on the ground like puppets, and the other ten golden figures in the distance also suddenly stopped their movements and were knocked out by their opponents.

"Whoosh!"

The ten golden figures who were knocked out quickly flew to the side of the iron-armored black dragon, faintly forming a formation, surrounding Yang Jiao.

The twelve golden people all came up, Yang Jiao's mind and body couldn't help but be stunned, at the moment when the twelve golden people were standing, he actually felt a fatal crisis, just like when he encountered the sneak attack of Huanglong Zhenren at the half-step golden immortal level, he felt that he had no power to resist.

"Brother Yang, be careful, this is the Twelve Heavens Great Array!"

A voice resounded across the earth, and it was the Heavenly Witch Saint who had been entangled just now.

With the strength of the Eight Golden Beings, he is definitely not the opponent of the Xingtian Witch Saint, and the reason why he was able to entangle him just now is that the defense of these twelve Golden Men is too strong, and the Xingtian Witch Saint can only knock it away with all his strength, and it can't cause the slightest injury.

"The Twelve Heavenly Great Arrays?" Yang Jiao's heart instantly froze when he heard this.

The Twelve Heavens Great Array is one of the three major formations of the Flood Wilderness, and it is as famous as the Zhuxian Sword Array and the Heavens Star Dou Great Array, and in the hands of the Twelve Ancestors, it is a peerless formation that is enough to slaughter the saints.

These twelve golden figures are all comparable to the strength of ordinary quasi-saints, once they form a large array, their strength will be doubled, coupled with that almost invincible defense, even Yang Jiao is worried in his heart.

"You natives, you better surrender to me as soon as possible, otherwise when the Demon Ancestor comes, your souls will be scattered and you will die without a whole body. ”

Seeing Yang Jiao's expression tightened, the black-robed emperor suddenly threatened. (To be continued.) )