Chapter 1705

Mingzai domain, which is separated from Xiaomang domain by seven domain boundaries, has a tight front line here.

Although the heavenly palace sent only one heavenly army and three divine kings to attack here, it was enough to drink a pot at each large door of the Ming Dynasty.

Moreover, the sects here are more scattered than xiaomangyu, and there are many camps and factions.

In the face of this critical global war, each camp has its own plan.

"Draw the lot, draw the lot!"

"White signatures stay for defense, black signatures for the next round of attack, and red signatures to investigate the enemy situation!"

Continuous camps, many places are performing this scene at the same time.

For those who have the seat of Taoist saint, what to do in the next round can be discussed and decided.

And those who have multiple Taoist dignitaries and their strength has improved a little, most of them also have some qualifications to determine the task.

The fate of those small and medium-sized clans with only one or two Taoist zuns or even no Taoist zuns depends on this lottery.

In the whole Ming Dynasty, such small and medium-sized sects are like the sand number of Ganges.

Ming Zai domain also has an alliance similar to Zhu Xian palace, which is organized by the master zongmen Jingqin immortal mansion, called Ming Yatian.

However, different from Zhu Xian palace, only the zongmen above the ten Taoist dignitaries in mingyatian are qualified to join.

Therefore, the number of members is small.

At this time, a Taoist elder who joined mingyatian was presiding over the lottery ceremony of a camp.

"Facing the attack of the heavenly palace, every sect has the obligation to sacrifice their lives and fight!"

"If mingzai domain is occupied, your Mountain Gate orthodoxy will be gone!"

He looked down coldly at the heads of small clans and patriarchs of small families in front of him, just like training prisoners.

"Ge Xiangyu's yesterday may be your tomorrow!"

"Therefore, if anyone dares to disobey the lottery results, there will be no amnesty!"

"If anyone defected from mingzai domain, he would be the enemy of mingyatian. All his disciples would be cut off and the Taoist authority of the mountain gate would be destroyed!"

He paused deliberately, creating a tense atmosphere.

"I know that many of you now want to go to Xiaomang region and regard it as a paradise."

"You can try."

"See if you can enter there alive under the pursuit of mingyatian."

As soon as he said this, the small leaders and clan leaders below were silent.

They really have the idea of going to Xiaomang domain these days.

As long as you escape there, you can stay away from the war.

But hearing the warning and threat of the mingyatian elder on the stage, many people can only bury this idea deeply.

As the bearers of our school, their accomplishments are generally Taoist and supreme.

Some of them are even heavenly beings.

Where can we fight over Mingya sky?

The other party can really do what he says.

"Now start drawing lots!"

Along with the shouts of two Taoist dignitaries on one side, a cylindrical immortal appeared in the field.

The color of this thing can't be perceived by the spirit in advance. It can only spell character.

A famous leader and patriarch, holding the mentality of going to the execution ground, moved three steps and formed a long line.

"Red frost sect, black sign!"

The face of the red frost sect's palm turned white, as if it had heard the bad news.

Others on one side also gave him sympathetic eyes.

Those who draw black marks will go with the army in the next attack.

Everyone knows that attacking the fortress of the heavenly palace is much more dangerous than sticking to one's own big array.

This is a sign.

When he walked out of the line with a heavy step and a low head, the second one also began to smoke.

"Broken rain castle, black sign!"

Signing again, there is another sad man in the world.

"Entangle Yangwu family, black sign!"

"Qianren aristocratic family, black signature!"

After four black signatures, a white signature was finally issued.

"To Luo palace, white sign!"

"Ha ha ha, that's great!"

Compared with the sad faces of those who drew the black label just now, the leader of the Luo palace jumped three feet high and was so excited that he almost danced on the spot.

That performance was like winning the first prize.

Others cast envious and jealous eyes.

White label only needs to defend on the side of the fortress.

Not to mention the heavenly palace, there will be preparations in advance, with the help of large array and prohibition.

Even if it's really unbearable, there's a chance to escape.

It's more than ten times safer than black signing can only move forward but not backward.

However, there seems to be a lot more black signatures than white ones, almost a ratio of five to one.

After drawing hundreds of religious sects, only about 20 white lots were drawn.

Each of these sects was ecstatic and thankful for the rhythm of surviving the disaster.

"Golden soul temple, white sign!"

"Yes."

Yang Gong Dao Zun, the Lord of Jinling temple, nodded. He didn't look as excited as others.

Instead, he shook his head regretfully and sighed.

"Alas, I wanted to take my disciples to attack the enemy array and fight in the most dangerous place."

"However, four consecutive draws were white."

"It's so sad..."

Those in the rear who had not yet drawn lots were all scolded in their hearts.

"Is it really special to sell well when you get a bargain!"

"Cut, if the golden soul temple had not a little relationship with the Tang Miao Taoist saint of mingyatian, where would there be such good luck?"

There are all immortals, and who is a fool.

Some routines, they can easily see.

"It's just a black box operation."

"No matter how we draw, we are cannon fodder. The draw is just a show."

On the surface, the lottery result is displayed by immortal tools, which completely depends on character.

But in fact, the fairy ware is provided by mingyatian. They really need to make some arrangements in advance. It's also easy and simple.

The lottery ceremony continued.

Under the threat of mingyatian, no one dared to resist.

After dozens of black and white signatures, a different situation finally appeared.

"Flying star hall, red sign!"

Hearing the red sign, everyone's eyes gathered.

Fell on the face of Taoist priest Weiheng, the leader of flying star hall.

Everyone's eyes are filled with a strong color of rabbit death and fox sorrow.

The man behind Taoist priest Weiheng even couldn't help patting him on the shoulder.

"Weiheng Taoist friend, I'm sorry."

However, the Taoist priest Weiheng himself trembled slightly and almost lost his foothold.

With trembling hands, he took the Red Fairy talisman as if he had taken the death order.

If the black sign is the next sign, the red sign is the next sign.

Attack with others, be smart, let others bear in front, and have a chance to survive.

If you go to spy on the opposite side and spy on the enemy, you probably won't come back.

The heavenly palace is watertight in this respect, and almost one of the spies coming from the opposite side is dead.

The last three times I drew a red label, but I didn't save one in ten.

This is a death mission.

Usually, there are thousands of families in each camp, and there are only two red lots.

It can be seen how unfortunate Weiheng Taoist priest is.

Yang Gong daozun, who had just drawn a white label, burst out laughing with schadenfreude.