Chapter 1706

"Ha ha ha!"

"Weiheng, Congratulations!"

"You're lucky. It's really enviable."

Everyone knows that he deliberately mocks Weiheng.

After all, the golden soul temple is not far from the Mountain Gate of the flying star hall. The two religious doors have had friction before.

Although the flying star hall has only one Taoist statue of Weiheng, it has never been defeated in the face of the golden soul temple with two Taoist statues.

But who would have thought that they had never won a direct confrontation before. Now, in this front line, life and death are divided by drawing lots.

Weiheng bit his teeth and ignored the ridicule of Yang Gong daozun.

Instead, he looked sadly at the elder of Mingya sky on the high platform.

"We drew lots three times before flying star hall, all of which were black lots!"

"Every time, we have disciples killed in battle!"

"And this time, we got a red sign again. Is that too much?"

Even if you want to operate in a dark box, even if you treat us as cannon fodder, you have to give people some hope occasionally?

He clenched his fist tightly and said angrily, "isn't this forcing us to die?"

"Bold!"

The old man's face sank.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you saying that we are unfair to mingyatian and have done things secretly?"

"That's what he thinks. His heart can be punished!"

Yang Gong is still fanning the flames.

"Weiheng, how dare you question Mingya sky and disrespect you for the saints!"

"What sin should you commit?"

"I didn't!"

Weiheng Taoist priest is not stupid. He knows that even if this is the truth, he can't say it openly.

Because of this crime, I can't afford it.

He can only change his wording.

"I just think the task is too arduous."

"Our flying star hall only has more than 30 disciples. We are too weak to bear such an important task..."

"There's nothing you can't afford."

The elder waved impatiently.

"The top will not despise your incompetence, but only if you try your best, okay?"

"What's more, if you don't go, who is suitable?"

"Yes!"

Yang Gong daozun helped to speak again.

"Others can go if they draw red lots. Why can't you go to Feixing hall?"

"Are the disciples of your flying star hall more expensive than others?"

Weiheng wanted to strangle him.

But in the end, he could only leave the camp with a red sign under the eyes of sympathy or happiness.

Back in the fairy boat of the flying star hall, 35 disciples of the second and third generations who were waiting inside immediately gathered around.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Shizu, what did you draw this time?"

"The first three times we were black signed, and six senior brothers died. It's our turn to draw white signatures this time?"

"Haha, it's just that, according to common sense, it's our turn to have a rest in the camp."

Facing the expectant eyes, Taoist priest Weiheng suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Especially in the face of the first man and woman, he had a burst of angina pectoris.

Ye Ming and ye Tang, the two brothers and sisters, met inadvertently when he visited the place of Taoism 30 billion years ago.

Until then, Weiheng had been wandering alone.

After meeting the brothers and sisters whose accomplishments were only the realm of fairy king, he inexplicably moved the idea of accepting disciples.

Gradually, there was the later flying star hall.

Although they don't receive people and increase the scale like most sects, each disciple here is like his nephew and younger generation.

Although the lowest among them is only the five aspects of the imperial realm.

The only two supreme masters in the sect, Ye Ming and ye Tang, devoted countless efforts to him.

He could not imagine that one day they would die in front of him one after another.

However, some things cannot escape even if they are not said.

"This time... We have a red signature."

"What?"

"Red sign!"

"How could this happen?"

Several disciples in the room seemed to suddenly lose all their strength and sat down on the ground.

"God, this is for us to die!"

"There are 20 younger martial brothers and sisters among us. They don't even come to the venerable. They sent us to spy on intelligence. Isn't this a children's play?"

"Don't think about it. There are three black signatures in a row, and this time there is a red signature. Someone is deliberately targeting us!"

"It must be the instigation behind the golden soul temple. After all, they know Tang Miao Dao Sheng!"

"Yes, they have 10000 ways to kill us..."

The disciples were angry and sad. They couldn't accept this outcome at all.

Ye Ming and ye Tang performed much better than others.

After three seconds of amazement and reluctance, he quickly calmed down.

Ye Ming said in a deep voice: "for today's plan, we can only think of a way to survive as far as possible!"

"It's not without tactics to spy on intelligence at the front line. We can consider passively executing orders and not approaching the camp on the other side of the heavenly palace."

"It's useless."

Weiheng shook his head.

"After receiving the red sign, mingyatian can know our position at any time in the rear."

"Once the idlers are found, they will be executed when they come back."

Ye Tang pursed his mouth and then lowered his voice.

"Let's go to Xiaomang area."

"On the way to spy, leave this damn mingzai domain directly. As long as you enter there, there will be a way to live!"

"This road won't work."

Weiheng shook his head again.

"Mingyatian will chase us. We will be killed before we reach Xiaomang area."

"If it weren't for this reason, I would have taken you there. You know..."

He sighed and his eyes became firm.

"Well, at the end of the mountain, I can only count on that one."

After speaking, his eyes swept through every disciple present.

"Each of you left 35 hairs, or 35 drops of blood, to be kept by others."

"Ah?"

The disciples expressed their puzzlement one after another.

"Master, what does that mean?"

"Yes, Shizu, what's the use?"

"You're a little crazy. Can you still do witchcraft?"

Taoist priest Weiheng smiled.

"This is a chance to save everyone. Just do it."

When everyone had 35 other people's hair or blood drops, Weiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the future, if any of you can survive this war and leave mingzai domain alive, remember to go to Feixian gate."

"Feixian gate?"

The disciples were surprised.

"You mean the Feixian gate in Xiaomang area?"

Since the previous battle of rouyueling, feixianmen is now well-known in the whole yuan fairy world.

The name of Jiangcheng makes countless immortals thunderous.

However, for these disciples in the hall, it was like a legendary sect, which was too far away from them.

"Yes."

Weiheng smiled and nodded.

"It's the Feixian gate that shocked the whole yuan fairy world."

A look of nostalgia floated in his eyes.

"When I got there, I asked to see headmaster Jiang, and then handed it to him. He will naturally understand everything."

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