Chapter 634

The battle of the thorn birds was just over.

On the other side.

The depths of the 900 million layers of the world.

It's an extremely barren and remote world.

No one, no power, will be interested in this world.

After years of confirmation, the world has been recognized as the most desolate place.

Because there is nothing and nothing grows in this world, but it is extremely hard to be destroyed.

The world is so small that only a few hundred people can stand in it at the same time.

Today, however, hundreds of practitioners are actually standing here.

They come from all walks of life and have just returned from a battle.

They gathered here in secret for a crucial consultation.

"Quiet! Be quiet

An old man stood in the middle of the field, shouting.

People turn a deaf ear.

The cloud of war hung over everyone's mind.

Many practitioners whispered to each other, talked loudly, prevaricated and scolded each other, and some almost had to fight.

Contrary to this situation, more practitioners are sitting there without saying a word.

Their eyes were dazed, the whole person did not move, as if the soul had gone, only a shell stayed here.

The old man looked around with deep loss in his eyes.

But soon, he was back on his feet.

-- he had to, otherwise, the whole practice alliance would be over.

The old man took a deep breath, encouraged all the spiritual powers and said, "all be quiet for me!"

The whole world was shocked by this roar, and even the void outside the world was rippling.

The voices of the practitioners gradually died down.

The old man took advantage of this opportunity and said in a loud voice: "I know that everyone is very depressed and frightened now, but this is not the time to be depressed. We have more urgent things to do."

After hearing this, some practitioners can't suppress their emotions, so they have to speak.

The old man quickly stretched out his hand and pointed around the whole scene. He said in a low voice: "my wound is about to break out. Do you want me to give up now and leave the army?"

With this saying, the practitioners immediately lost their voice.

There was complete silence.

The old man sighed wearily and felt a little comforted.

"As you all know, the cultivation of the devil Kingdom has issued an ultimatum, demanding that we surrender immediately."

"At such a time, many forces are caught in the war and can't afford to help us."

"But we are real practitioners. In any case, will you surrender to those scum and become slaves of order?"

"No!"

"Never!"

"I'd rather die than be a slave!"

"You are right!"

The practitioners responded one after another.

The old man raised his voice and said again, "I must make it clear to you that the failure of this war is due to my poor command and combat, which has made the cultivation alliance suffer a huge blow."

A middle-aged monk couldn't help but shout: "Haoran Daojun, this is not your problem. We all know it."

Another monk sighed: "yes, although we have formed an alliance, we have been passively beaten in the face of those who have turned to the order of the devil."

"The most important thing is that they set up a kingdom of practice with the help of the order of the devil. We are all practitioners, but we can't catch up with their speed." Someone yelled.

This is a depressing fact.

Finally, the practitioners couldn't help but burst out again.

Haoran Daojun waved his hand and used the forbidden speech technique to suppress all the comments.

"I'm going to die, but our alliance is still under the pressure of war," he said in a loud, laborious voice

"The alliance of practice needs a new leader to lead us to continue the struggle."

"You must put forward your opinions as soon as possible."

Haoran Daojun finished, and let go of the forbidden words.

He waited quietly for suggestions.

No one spoke.

Everyone was silent.

Haoran Dao Jun sighed and angrily said, "you are not willing to be the slaves of the order of the demon king, so you are here, but now how can you not even choose a leader?"

Someone whispered, "Hao Ran Dao Jun, please calm down. Of course we are not reconciled, but we have just lost the war, even you..."

Haoran Daojun immediately responded: "yes, they are aggressive, and their means are better than ours. The order of the demon king will assist them at any time - but please rest assured that I will do something for you before I die."Everyone raised their heads and looked attentive.

Haoran Dao Jun laughed at himself and said, "I have a lot of Taoist skills and magical powers, but I can't resist the order of the demon king. But if I kill this life, I can destroy most of their troops!"

"In this way, for a period of time, the demon kingdom will not be able to launch another war."

"So! You! Now? We must seize the time to elect a new leader

"Or I'll die for nothing!"

Speaking of this, Dao Jun is almost hoarse.

The practitioners were moved.

In order to fight against the order of the demon king, Daojun has been dedicated to his life and died.

These people are clearly alive, what can be depressed?

For the time being, they got rid of the shadow of the defeat of the war, revived their fighting spirit and began to seriously think about this issue.

Several leaders communicated with each other, and finally stood up together and said in a loud voice: "we recommend the helmsman of Lingming great world, Qingyun Zun."

Their proposal received immediate response from some practitioners.

"Qingyun Zun is highly cultivated and arrogant. He has always been irreconcilable with the demon kingdom. We are very relieved that he will be the leader of the alliance."

"Yes, Qingyun Zun is trustworthy."

"I think it works."

People talk about it.

But more people did not speak.

Haoran said to a middle-aged monk, "what's your opinion, master Qingyun?"

The middle-aged monk stood up and sighed.

He said with a wry smile: "thank you very much for your kindness, but I know my own weight."

"At this time of internal and external difficulties and order approaching, I have no confidence to lead the alliance forward."

"In fact, until now, I don't know how to defeat those practitioners with order."

His words reached the heart of the people.

Yeah.

In the same cultivation and realm, how should we fight in order to defeat those practitioners who are assisted by order?

It's a dead knot.

If no one can untie this knot, the practice alliance will continue to lose in the future battle until it is destroyed.

This is almost a visible ending.

Everyone was dismayed.

I waited for a while.

Several other forces of practice selected a venerable one.

But the venerable also gave up.

Facing all the people, the venerable said in a loud voice, "I believe that many people who have the same level of cultivation as me have the same thoughts in their hearts."

"Even Haoran Daojun has failed - I don't think I can compete with Daojun, let alone lead the alliance against the demon kingdom."

"Please don't waste time recommending someone like me. Next, you must choose a leader who can really fight against order."

The crowd echoed.

In the past, there may have been many people willing to take charge of the whole alliance, even to fight for power and power.

But this is the moment of war, the moment when the alliance will perish, and everyone will die at any time.

Who dares to take over the League at this darkest moment?

Who dares to say that he can save the whole practice alliance?

In the whole small world, the monks once again fell into a long silence.

It took a long time for a voice to ring.

"Maybe we can change our minds and pick people who have done well in previous wars."

The crowd looked.

The speaker was an old man in a Taoist robe, half of whom was still stained with blood.

He was the leader of a certain world of practice. He had been brave in the previous wars and almost died several times.

This is an admirable practitioner.

"It's a good way," someone agrees

However, Qingyun Zun said with a bitter smile: "in this battle, the whole alliance has been defeated miserably. Where can we find someone who has performed well?"

The whole scene was quiet.

The practitioners unconsciously began to recall the previous war.

“…… No Someone said hesitantly.

"Yes, not a complete fiasco."

"It seems that there was an attack with a lot of color."

"I remember."

"It was the only counterattack."

"And it was a success."

"The loss is small."

"The enchanted practitioners were killed by one man."

"Yes, I've read the war report. It was really killed by one man."

"Is there such a man?"

"Yes, have you forgotten the world that was not long after joining the league?""What? Who is it? "

"That's the one."

Practitioners talked about it.

Haoran Dao Jun pondered for a moment, then looked at the crowd, and nodded his head.

Dao Junlang said: "now please discuss whether you can recommend this Taoist friend as the new leader of the alliance."

"This Taoist friend is Xie Daoling, the most outstanding one in the campaign."

"Please feel free to speak on this."

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