Chapter 634

When the battle of the thornbirds just ended.

the other side.

The depths of the 900 million layer world.

An extremely barren and isolated world.

No one or any force will be interested in this world.

After countless years of confirmation, the world is considered the most desolate place.

——Because this world has nothing, nothing grows, but it is extremely hard and extremely difficult to destroy.

This world is very small and can only accommodate a few hundred people standing in it at the same time.

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

They came from various worlds of practice and had just returned from a battle.

They are gathered here, secretly engaged in a crucial negotiation.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

An old man stood in the center of the field and shouted loudly.

People turn a deaf ear.

The gloom of war hangs over everyone's heart.

Many practitioners whispered, talked loudly, blamed each other, and some almost fought.

Contrary to this situation, many more practitioners sat there with their heads downcast and silent.

Their eyes were dazed, and the whole person was motionless, as if the soul had left, and only an empty shell remained here.

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

But soon, he was back on his feet.

——He had to do this, otherwise, the entire cultivation alliance would be over.

The old man took a deep breath and instigated all his spiritual energy to shout violently, "Give me peace!"

When this roar came out, the whole world shook, and even the void outside the world had ripples.

The voices of the practitioners gradually decreased.

The old man took this opportunity and said loudly, "I know everyone is very frustrated and frightened now, but now is not the time to be discouraged, we have more urgent things to do."

After hearing such words, some cultivators could no longer hold back their emotions and would speak when they opened their mouths.

The old man hurriedly stretched out his hand, pointed around the audience, and said in a low voice, "My injuries are about to explode, do you think I'll just let it go now and leave the soldiers?"

When these words were spoken, the practitioners immediately lost their voices.

The whole place was completely quiet.

The old man sighed wearily, and felt a little comfort in his heart.

"As everyone knows, the Demonic Cultivation Kingdom has issued an ultimatum, asking us to surrender immediately."

"At a moment like this, many forces are caught in the war, and they are too busy to take care of themselves, let alone lend a helping hand to us."

"But we are real practitioners, no matter what, will you surrender to those scumbags and become slaves of order?"

"Won't!"

"no way!"

"I would rather die than be a slave!"

"You're right!"

The practitioners responded in succession.

The old man raised his voice and said again: "I have to make one thing clear to everyone, the failure of this war is all because of me alone, because of my ineffective command and combat, which caused the Cultivation Alliance to suffer huge losses. strike."

A middle-aged cultivator couldn't help but said loudly, "Dao-Jun Haoran, this is not your problem, we all know that."

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

"The most important thing is that they have formed a cultivation kingdom, and they are assisted by the order of the devil. We are both practitioners, but we can't keep up with their cultivation speed." Someone shouted.

This is a frustrating fact.

The cultivators finally couldn't help it, and there was a lot of discussion.

Daoran Haoran waved his hand and used the silence technique to forcefully suppress the surging comments.

He laboriously said loudly: "I am about to die, but our alliance is still under the persecution of war."

"The Cultivation Alliance needs a new leader to lead everyone to continue the struggle."

"You must give your opinion as soon as possible."

After Daoran Haoran finished speaking, he let out a long sigh and released the forbidden speech technique.

He quietly waited for everyone's advice.

No one speaks.

All remained silent.

Daojun Haoran sighed and said angrily: "You are not willing to become slaves of the Demon King's Order, that's why you are here, but why can't you even choose a leader now?"

Someone whispered to persuade: "Daojun Haoran, please calm down, of course we are not reconciled, but we have just lost the battle, even you..."

Daojun Haoran responded immediately: "Yes, they are aggressive and their methods are stronger than us. The Demon King's Order is always there to assist them - but please rest assured, I will do one thing for everyone before I die."

Everyone raised their heads, showing a look of attention.

Daojun Haoran laughed at himself and said, "This old man has a Taoist technique and supernatural powers, but he can't resist the persecution of the Demon King's Order, but if this old man loses his life, he can completely destroy most of their army!"

"In this way, for a period of time, the Demon Kingdom will not be able to wage war again."

"So! You! Now! We must hurry up and elect a new leader!!!"

"Otherwise I will die worthless!!!"

Speaking of which, Daojun was almost exhausted.

The practitioners were shocked.

In order to fight against the order of the demon king, Daojun has done his best and died.

These people are obviously alive and well, what is there to be depressed about?

They temporarily got rid of the shadow of defeat in the war, regained their fighting spirit, and began to seriously think about this issue.

Several heads exchanged ideas with each other, and finally stood up together and said loudly: "We recommend the leader of Lingming Great World, Venerable Qingyun."

Their proposal was immediately responded by some practitioners.

"The Venerable Qingyun has a high cultivation base and a proud body. He has never been in conflict with the Devil Kingdom. We are very relieved that he will be the leader of the alliance."

"Yes, Venerable Qingyun is trustworthy."

"I think it works."

People were talking.

But many more were silent.

Daojun Haoran looked at a middle-aged monk and asked, "Venerable Qingyun, what is your personal opinion?"

The middle-aged monk stood up and sighed.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you very much for your love, but I know my weight well."

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

"Actually, until now, I don't know how to defeat those practitioners who have order."

His words touched the hearts of the people.

yes.

In the same cultivation realm and realm, how should we fight so that we can hope to defeat those cultivators who are assisted in an orderly manner?

This is a dead end.

If no one can untangle this dead end, the Cultivation Alliance will continue to lose in future battles until it is destroyed.

This is almost the ending to be seen.

Everyone was saddened by it.

Waited a while.

Several other spiritual forces elected a Venerable.

But the Venerable also gave up.

The Venerable faced everyone and said loudly: "I believe that many people with similar cultivation levels as me have the same thoughts in their hearts."

"Even Dao-kun Haoran has failed - I don't think I can stand shoulder to shoulder with Dao-kun, and I don't think I can lead the alliance against the demon kingdom."

"Please don't waste time electing people like me. Next, everyone must choose a leader who can truly oppose the order."

The crowd joined in.

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

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

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

Who dares to say that he can save the entire cultivation alliance?

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

After a long time, a voice sounded.

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

Everyone looked away.

I saw that the person who spoke was an old man wearing a Taoist robe and his body was still stained with blood.

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

This is an admirable practitioner.

Someone agreed: "This method is good."

Venerable Qingyun smiled bitterly and said, "In this battle, the entire alliance has suffered a disastrous defeat. Where can I find someone who has performed well?"

After saying this, the whole place was silent.

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 that was very impressive."

"I remembered too."

"That was the only fight back."

"And it was very successful."

"The loss is small."

"The practitioners who were enchanted were killed by one person."

"Yes, I have seen the battle report, and it was indeed killed by one person."

"Is there such a person?"

"Yes, have you forgotten, that world that has not been in the alliance for a long time?"

"What? Who is that?"

"It's that one."

The cultivators talked a lot.

Daoran Haoran thought for a moment, then looked at the crowd, and nodded indistinctly.

Daojun said loudly: "Now please everyone to discuss whether this fellow Daoist can be elected as the new leader of the alliance."

"This fellow Daoist is Xie Daoling, Venerable Hundred Flowers who performed best in the battle."

"Please feel free to speak on this."