The meeting had already begun to be discussed when Uncle Dead House entered the tent, but the decision-makers currently sitting in the main seat seemed to have no intention of doing so.

The current realm cannot be attacked casually, and the two uncontrolled realms of the path are also reasons for helpless compromise.

For example, the Lei Gong of the [13-7 Realm] was a ball of lightning at the beginning, flowing in the clouds, because the difficulty coefficient of the strategy and refining was relatively high, and the location was not important, so he did not refine his array eye and control the realm.

However, with the increase in the difficulty coefficient of the secret realm's strategy, the original ball of lightning has now turned into a thunder giant, and the resulting divine consciousness can even communicate with cultivators unimpeded.

Therefore, what cultivators can do now is to control these array eyes, so as to indirectly control the environmental situation of the realm, and if the array eyes are refined, it is very likely to cause the [11-7 camp] to be 'eaten' before all the survivors are transferred.

The seven B-rank realm cultivators explained all the problems faced by their departments, and then immediately put their eyes on the main seat with a sad face.

Through the other person's painful expression...... It does seem to be very tricky.

"Look ......" The short-haired man hesitated for too long when he saw the main seat, but he couldn't help but ask: "How to advance the follow-up work?" ”

"Me?" The uncle of the dead house was stunned for a moment, and then he blinked his eyes and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?" ”

“……”

The seven B-rank realm cultivators on the bamboo table all fell silent, and they didn't wonder if they belonged to yes.

Uncle Dead House also realized this embarrassing atmosphere, and felt that something was slightly inappropriate, so he immediately clapped his hands and directly changed the topic: "How did you discuss the matter of the comprehensive transfer of survivors?" ”

“……”

In this suffocating tent, the text message man still sighed helplessly, and then re-explained what had just happened.

Uncle Dead House pretended to ponder for a moment, and then nodded suddenly and said, "That is to say, we need to attack one more formation now, but the process of the strategy will affect the migration of the camp, right?" ”

The seven B-level realm cultivators looked at each other, they always felt that something was wrong, but they didn't say what was wrong for a while.

After a moment, the short-haired man added, "The 12-9 realm is currently the optimal solution, and we mentioned this a long time ago, but after the chess master's chaos, we always felt that something was wrong. ”

"For example, we have all our eyes on the realm of 12-9...... What about the chess master? ”

"Normally, the Divine Consciousness of the Secret Realm, the Chess Master, will definitely not fall at 12-9 in a game of Go."

"But the recent misdeeds...... Something is wrong with us all. ”

"After all, even if there is a ghost hand, we still have a way to deal with it, but if the chess master directly falls into the 12-9 realm, the consequences will be unimaginable."

[11-7 Camp] is not necessary to worry about this kind of problem because it is attacked by cultivators, but [12-9 Sword Shrine] may be killed by White Chess out of thin air.

And the difficulty of protecting the [11-7 camp] is extremely high, and it is necessary to fight hard against the four unconquered realms, in the process, even if all the seventeen B-level realm cultivators in the secret realm sacrifice their lives to fight, the other cultivators will probably have to sacrifice more than half.

"In that case, wouldn't it be better if we directly attacked the [12-9 Sword Shrine]?" Uncle Dead House's expression looked a little curious.

The short-haired man shook his head, "In the process of attacking the array eye of the realm, it will lead to the 'stress' phenomenon of the realm environment, and the current 12-9 environment can also allow ordinary survivors to survive, but after the stress, we can't be sure." ”

"It's mainly a matter of chess saints, otherwise [12-9 Sword Shrine] was not originally in the plan of the raider......"

"That's right......" Uncle Dead House cast his eyes on the chessboard on the bamboo table in front of him, this was the first time he had looked at it seriously since he entered the tent, the bloodstained marks on it were still scarlet, and it seemed that whenever he looked over, it looked like it had just been splashed.

Then he said with a somewhat silent expression: "It's normal to think more about things, but everything is looking ahead and backward, where is there still a leader?" ”

"It's not realistic to protect the [11-7 camp], if there are too many casualties among cultivators, foreign forces may take this opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and the future of Huainan and Huaibei provinces will also suffer heavy losses."

"Survivors are certainly the highest priority for protection, but can cultivators' lives be wasted at will? In order for the survivors not to break a layer of skin, they gave their lives, which is purely sick. ”

"The situation in the camp is clearly dangerous, and the cost of holding on is too much for us to afford."

"In that case, are we going to desperately choose another path that no one can accept for the sake of the danger of [12-9 Sword Shrine]?"

Uncle Dead House stood up, causing all the B-rank realm cultivators present to clearly see the anime girl on his clothes, but he didn't care about these strange glances, and then slowly pressed down and poked his fingers at the thickest place of the scarlet blood.

【12-9 Sword Shrine】

"Dry it straight through it, and if anything goes wrong, I'll fix it."

"Now, the camp's full relocation plan begins."

……

"Husband, wake up."

The young man with the glasses on the side was hugging the girl's slender waist tightly, and at the same time pillowed on her soft and elastic thighs, unwilling to part.

The girl shook him vigorously, but the strength of the other party's holding was a little tighter, and even rubbed a few times, and at the same time made a nasal sound of unknown meaning.

Because there was a notice to gather, many casual cultivators passed by at this time, and they all paid attention to the extremely sweet behavior of the two of them, which made the girl blush.

"Husband——!"

"Huh?!"

Yin Hang was frightened to wake up by the appearance of An Tong angrily trying to beat him in the dream, but the soft waist wrapped around his arms had no intention of letting go.

"Awake?" An Tong poked Yin Hang's nose, and seeing that he was still a little sleepy, he rubbed the side of his pillow folded face.

Speaking of which, when she first ran recess exercises, Jiang Shiyun kneaded herself like this, so as to prevent the head teacher from seeing that she was sleeping in class...... If you calculate the time now, it's estimated that the college entrance examination is about to begin, right?

When An Tong took Yin Hang's hand and rushed to the meeting place, the president of the 'For a Better World Club', which she hated a little, took the initiative to post it again.

Girl, not very beautiful, but always deliberately talking to her husband, An Tong really can't bear it.

(End of chapter)