A group of more than 100 people slowly walked onto the high platform in the center.

The old man with a sword-shaped cane in his hand turned around and looked at everyone below.

He glanced at everyone around him, and saw that all the saint-level forces on the rivers and lakes had arrived, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Old man Nie Wuya, presiding over today's Righteous Path Alliance affairs, the head of Nie Wushuang is cultivating, preparing for the big battle in two days!"

The old man Nie Wuya opened his mouth and said slowly, and more than a hundred strong men behind him were sitting on stone benches!

Among them, the Lord of Haijiao Island was located in a position in the center of the front, sitting there with a blank face.

No one spoke, Wang Xian sat on a chair and watched them quietly.

Except for him who had the seat, only the Dan Realm powerhouse of the Holy Gate had the seat.

The rest of the Holy Gate innate powerhouses stood behind.

"At present, everyone understands the form of the rivers and lakes, the devil was born, killing innocents indiscriminately, they do not follow the etiquette and law, they are not afraid of heaven and earth, their methods are cruel, they are good at killing, and the devil Tao exists for a day, and we will not have a day of peace!"

Nie Wuya looked at everyone and continued to say slowly: "Today, I, the Donghua Holy Gate, invite you to come because I want to unite all the sects in the rivers and lakes, establish a righteous path alliance, exterminate the demon path, and restore peace to the rivers and lakes!"

"I don't know if you have any doubts about the Righteous Path Alliance? If it doesn't make sense, the rules are still the same as fifty years ago!"

"Fifty years ago, every sect's strongest person made a move, and the other congenital strong person gave out seventy percent, and the disciples in the sect were fifty percent, this time, what are your opinions?"

Nie Wuya's gaze swept over everyone around him and asked everyone.

"I, the Holy Sea Sword Rain, don't join the Righteous Path Alliance!"

An old man's voice came.

Everyone was slightly stunned, and their eyes looked at the source of the sound.

Before the Holy Sea Sword Rain, an old man did not sit on the chair next to him, but stood there straight.

His eyes were like swords, and he was carrying five sharp swords behind his back, and he said with an expressionless face.

"Huh?"

Nie Wuya's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes looked towards the old man.

The old man raised his head to greet him: "My Holy Sea Sword Rain has always lived in the ocean, and rarely stepped into the rivers and lakes, the affairs of the rivers and lakes, you should solve it yourself, this time give Donghua Holy Gate a face, come and talk about it in person!"

"Huh?"

Nie Wuya raised his eyebrows slightly: "Fifty years ago, we fought together in the Holy Sea Sword Rain, and this time you quit, the Demon Dao may not let you go!"

"In the ocean, what is the fear of the Demon Dao!"

A faint sneer appeared on the old man's face.

Nie Wuya looked at the old man, did not speak, and slowly looked at the sea Jiao on the side.

"Elder Cai, the Holy Sea Sword Rain is a person in the rivers and lakes after all, and it is currently a matter of life and death in the rivers and lakes, how can you Holy Sea Sword Rain escape from the battle!"

Hai Jiao slowly stood up, and said with a smile as he looked at the old man of the Holy Sea Sword Rain.

"With you here, a small demon path is not easy to destroy, and our Holy Sea Sword Rain will not be mixed!"

The old man looked at Haijiao, frowned slightly, and said in a somewhat cold voice.

"I can't say that, my Haijiao is also on the ocean, and the Demon Dao has nothing to do with me, but now that the rivers and lakes are in trouble, I think every sect family has the obligation to join in, otherwise, the comfortable environment we have built with blood and sweat will be enjoyed by the rest of the people, which is not fair!"

Haijiao looked at the old man and said with a smile on his face.

"That's right, the battle of righteousness and demons involves everyone, every force, and everyone has to pay the price for this, and we can't let others pass the way we fought with blood and sweat!"

Nie Wuya stared at the old man and said lightly.

"Cai Lao, in the current situation, the entire rivers and lakes have moved the whole body, it is not nice to say, the whole rivers and lakes are a grasshopper on a rope, if someone wants to jump away, don't jump in in the future, otherwise!"

The Holy Gate Nine Heavens Gate, an old man in a cyan windbreaker, turned his head and said to Cai Lao who was in the Holy Sea Sword Rain.

He didn't finish, but the meaning was obvious.

"I don't know how much we will lose in this righteous demon battle, if a holy gate does not participate, then if we suffer a heavy loss, wouldn't he be able to sit and reap the fisherman!"

The old man of the East Gate of the Holy Clan looked coldly in the direction of the Holy Sea Sword Rain.

Elder Cai of the Holy Sea Sword Rain looked at the six or seven Dan Realm powerhouses of the saint-level forces staring at them with displeasure, and his face was a little gloomy.

"Elder Cai, now is the time for us to share the same hatred in the righteous path of the rivers and lakes, I hope that the Holy Sea Sword Rain can join!"

Nie Wuya gave Shenghai Jianyu a step at the right time, and said with a smile on his face.

Old Cai of the Holy Sea Sword Rain had a calm face, and his eyes flashed: "Okay, my Holy Sea Sword Rain had some crises some time ago, there are only a dozen innate powerhouses, and my Holy Sea Sword Rain has ten innate powerhouses!"

"Yes, as long as you reach seventy percent of the innate powerhouse!"

Nie Wuya nodded expressionlessly, he knew that this was just a statement from the Holy Sea Sword Rain.

But he didn't debunk it either, the land of the Holy Sea Sword Rain Sect was located in the ocean, and their Donghua Holy Gate didn't know how many innate powerhouses there were.

And this 70 percent power is only a vague concept.

"Ten congenital powerhouses of the Holy Sea Sword Rain, my Donghua Holy Sect has seventy innate powerhouses this time, four Dan Realm powerhouses, and four thousand remaining disciples!"

Nie Wuya took the lead and said slowly.

"Four Dan Realm!"

The surrounding crowd gasped when they heard this number, the four Dan realms were worthy of the Donghua Holy Gate.

"Dongmen Holy Clan, twenty congenitals!"

"Secret door, twenty congenital!"

"Sui clan, twenty congenital!"

"Xiao clan, twenty congenital!"

"Tianyinmen, twenty congenital!"

.....

It is not clear to each other how many innate powerhouses there are in each Holy Gate, but twenty innate powerhouses may be less than seventy percent, but they are also close.

Several Holy Gates reported twenty congenitals in a row, and the rest also tacitly sent twenty congenitals.

Nie Wuya nodded with satisfaction when he heard the numbers reported by the Holy Sect of the Holy Clan.

His gaze slowly fell on Wang Xian, who had not spoken.

"This should be the recently rising Dragon Gate, the Dragon King has such strength at a young age, it is really the best in ancient and modern times. ”

"The Holy Doctor Gate was destroyed by your Dragon Gate, fifty years ago, the pill of the Holy Medicine Gate laid a great foundation for our victory, and now the Holy Medicine Gate has been destroyed by you, fortunately, there are still Dragon Gate disciples. ”

"When Tianjiao Shaojie was ranked, the disciples of Longmen overpowered the most outstanding disciples of the two major demon sects, and the strong were like clouds, I think Longmen could make more contributions to the rivers and lakes, plus Longmen has no ordinary disciples, how about the Dragon King send the entire Longmen?"

Nie Wuya looked at Wang Xian and asked with a smile on his face.

"Oh?"

When Wang Xian heard Nie Wuya's words, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.