Yin Fusheng stood proudly in the middle of the altar and cleared his throat.

He was the person appointed by the Demon Dao Holy Ancestor to preside over the affairs of this alliance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since everyone has arrived. Let's start with Wenbi, and I invite you to vote. ”

Wenbi, although it is the simplest vote, its spiritual core is subtle!

This is related to whether the future alliance leader can envelop other sects of the Demon Dao.

At the very least, those who can vote for the leader of the alliance must be influenced by it!

Wenbi's vote-counting rules are simple and straightforward.

On a jade tablet erected, more than a dozen names are engraved, all of whom are interested in running for the leader of the alliance.

With each vote, the name on the jade tablet will light up and the height will rise by an inch.

After the voting is over, the owner of the name with the highest position is the winner.

After Yin Fusheng finished talking about the specific details, he carefully looked at the dozen or so names engraved on the jade tablet, and crossed out a wisp of pale gray vitality mana.

"Master Jiang's nephew is in a vertical posture, the young man is proud, and his demeanor is compelling! This seat, vote for him. ”

As soon as the words fell, on the jade tablet, Jiang Heng's name lit up, and his height increased by an inch.

The purpose of Yin Fusheng doing this, anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is a pretentious gesture!

It's just that Jiang Heng is not as hypocritical as Yin Fusheng.

Smiling slightly, he thanked Yin Fusheng, raised his sword finger, and punched cyan mana on the jade tablet.

"Master Yin is right, I will also vote for myself!"

Zhou Zhen, the head of the Slaughter Immortal Sect, laughed playfully and walked to the forefront.

"The old man agrees with the proposal of the Yin master, and I also vote for my own disciple Jiang Heng!"

"Shameless! Master Zhou, when did Jiang Heng become your disciple? I also voted for Jiang Dai! Wu Feng, the leader of the Bloody Cloth Sect, waved his hand and struck out a trace of strong mana, almost shattering the jade tablet.

Jiang Heng's name was raised to four inches.

Tu Ming, the head of the Black Killing Gate, walked to the front and bowed his hand to Yin Fusheng, "The head of the Yin Gate is generous, vote for the head of the Yin Gate!" ”

"This seat is also cast into the Yin Sect......" Behind Yin Fusheng, a man smiled flatteringly, and shot a wisp of mana towards the jade tablet.

……

After a short time, Yin Fusheng's name climbed straight above the jade tablet and came to a position seven inches above Jiang Heng.

"This palace only votes for the elders of the outer gate of the house!" Yang Ying, the palace master of Hehuan Palace, said, and sent out a wisp of pink mana.

The crowd boiled.

Elder of the outer gate of Hehuan Palace, this is a dream that many male cultivators can't dream for a lifetime!

It can be said that if he can really be selected as an elder of the outer gate by Hehuan Palace, he will not change it for a demon alliance master!

The head of the Blood Sakura Sect is obscure, although he is not dealing with Yang Ying, but in the direction of supporting Jiang Heng, he is extremely consistent.

"Jiang Dai is in charge, Feng Mou will also vote for you!"

Lu Qizi stepped forward, came to Jiang Heng's side and stood still, and from the demon subduing god pestle, he shot out a ray of blood and crossed into the jade tablet.

"Ask the Demon Sect and support Jiang Hengdai as the leader!"

"Me too!" The head of a small faction who had benefited from Jiang Heng arched his hand to Jiang Heng.

It doesn't matter if you give the benefits promised by Yin Fusheng or not.

However, Jiang Lao Mo, the killer star, must really do what he killed......

A stick of incense time passes.

Jiang Heng's votes overtook all the way, soaring, and came two inches above the name of Yin Fusheng.

At this moment, even a blind person can understand that the rest of the people on the jade tablet are basically running along.

The only one who really wants to compete with Yin Fusheng is Jiang Heng!

“…… Two more votes! Yin Fu snorted coldly and glanced left and right a few times.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after I become the leader of the alliance, I will definitely be able to let you all have inexhaustible cultivation resources! If you haven't voted yet, don't hesitate......"

The effect of this remark is simple, direct and effective.

Yin Fusheng's name instantly accelerated, surpassing Jiang Heng by five inches!

"The head of Yin is worthy of being a senior, and it has been recognized by everyone in just a few words." Jiang Heng smiled and got up indifferently.

Look around and twist your fingers.

"I'm younger than a lot of people, so I don't have much to say. I can only say that the position of the leader of the alliance will be won in the next place. ”

After a slight pause, Jiang Heng looked at everyone with sincerity.

"If I can be the leader of the alliance, I will never allow anything to happen at will! The dignified cultivator sect, how can it be so poisonous! ”

"Good boy, it's really yours." Zhou Zhen secretly praised and teased Jiang Heng.

"Damn, isn't this a naked threat?" The rest of the heads who were still hesitating and did not vote scolded each other.

Facing the surprised gaze of Yin Fusheng, they were bold and voted for Jiang Heng!

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the Wenbi Conference came to an end.

Except for Jiang Heng and Yin Fusheng, all the other monks who were eligible to vote, either out of their own intentions or out of deterrence, had already voted for their choices.

At this time, the results are more dramatic, Yin Fusheng and Jiang Heng's names are like shining twin stars, at the top of all the candidates' names, the two are equal!

Yin Fusheng frowned, and he almost wanted to shoot directly and kill Jiang Heng with regret.

"Jiang Heng, this stinky boy, doesn't talk about martial arts...... I voted for you, why don't you vote back! ”

If he hadn't voted for Jiang Heng before, the winner would have been divided at this time!

Long.

Yin Fusheng's mood finally calmed down, "This is the end of today. Tomorrow, Wubi! ”

"Does this still need to be compared? Yin Boss is already the highest combat power present! "Tu Ming Yin and Yang Strange Qi Dao.

"Competing for peak combat power, it's still better in the same realm. What do you think? Yang Ying, the palace master of Hehuan Palace, smiled charmingly.

"As the leader of the alliance, he should be the most potential among us! Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, who can see what will happen in the future? ”

The leader of the Bloody Clothes Sect, Wu Luozi, said indifferently: "I didn't expect that the master of Yang Palace is very good, but his brain is more effective. I agree, compete with the realm! ”

"Slaughter Immortal Sect also has this opinion!" Zhou Zhen smiled and stroked his beard.

Feng Ruyan did not make a clear statement, but he did not refuse directly.

As for Jiang Heng himself, as a beneficiary, he naturally agreed with Yang Ying's idea.

So far, for Yang Ying's proposal, among the six major sects of the Demon Dao, four agreed, one abstained, and one opposed.

"Very good, it seems that everyone has their own ideas!" Yin Fusheng's eyes narrowed slightly, scanning over everyone's faces, and his voice gradually became cold.

"Then as you said, compete with the realm! However, we have to say that life and death are destined for wealth and prosperity! If someone is killed or injured, they can't complain about the ......"

The crowd fell silent.

Under Jiang Heng's repeated challenges, Yin Fusheng had made no secret of his killing intent.

I'm afraid that tomorrow will be Jiang Heng's death!

You must know that the head of the Heavenly Evil Sect was the one who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and blood back then, and only then did he stand on the highest position.

It is said that even the Yin Fusheng Shizun died from his dark sneak attack.

……

Returning to the tent where the Blood Demon Sword Sect was located, Jiang Heng sat cross-legged on his knees after telling Wang Fatzi and Chen Lingwan the data, his heart facing the sky.

After sacrificing the Xuanwu Heaven Rejection Array and a magic circle with the breath of a hidden person, pinch the trick with two fingers and urge the Chaos Immortal Technique!

The surging aura, as rich as the sea, circled and shuttled around Jiang Heng's body, and was refined by him all the time.

Jiang Heng's realm at this time is the twelfth level of the spirit seed realm.

Away from the extreme realm of the Spirit Seed Realm, thirteenfold, although there is only a thin layer of separation, but when it comes to the real breakthrough, it seems to be a thousand difficulties!

Before you know it, the hour is midnight.

Jiang Heng let out a long sigh and stood up from the ground.

The thirteenth level of the spirit seed realm, the breakthrough failed!

Pacing back and forth, reviewing and thinking about it, I didn't figure out the crux of the problem.

Perhaps, it is the twelfth level of the Spirit Seed Realm, the time is too short, and the accumulation is not enough.

Perhaps, when listening to the Chao Holy Realm, he was cursed by the bloodline of those so-called Holy Ancestors.

But no matter what, Jiang Heng didn't give up and began to refine his vitality even more desperately.

Beside him, the 30,000 spirit stones that had been saved had been refined again.

Countless remnants of spirit stones were scattered at his feet, almost piling up higher than the few cases beside him.

"Jiang Heng, you come out. Hongu has come to you for something. Yang Ying's voice suddenly came into Jiang Heng's ears.

Jiang Heng pondered for a few breaths, covered his body with a heavy anti-chess fate to wait for the edict, and slowly walked out of the camp.

"Uncle Yang, it's so late, what are you looking for a disciple?"

The tent where Jiang Heng was located was next to the Bitter Soul River.

When I went out, I saw the plump figure by the River of Bitter Souls.

Yang Ying looked extremely beautiful under the bright moon, and glanced in the direction of the Blood Demon Sword Sect, with a somewhat strange expression.

"Tell me about that day......"

"Which day? Uncle Yang, why didn't you see it? Jiang Heng knew what Yang Ying wanted to ask, but he still talked about him left and right.

"Stinky boy, your skin is itchy, isn't it?!" Yang Yingjiao scolded and muttered, "Naturally, it was the day your master snatched Yuqingchen away!" ”

"Did Yu Qingchen take the initiative to ask your master for help, or was it your ghost idea?"

"Well, it's the junior's idea...... Jiang Heng sighed, embarrassed, "I don't tell the master, I'm afraid he will kill me in the future......"

"However, the younger generation seems to be a little reluctant to ...... uncle"

"Hmph, stinky boy, it's good that you know." Yang Ying snorted coldly, and suddenly became happy again, "As long as your master didn't save it himself, it's fine......"

"I didn't expect that the charm of the head master was so ......" Jiang Heng sighed secretly and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Senior Uncle Yang, if there is nothing to do, the disciple will go back to cultivate...... Tomorrow, there will be a big war, I don't know if it's death or life......"

"You're still in the Spirit Seed Realm Ninefold?" Yang Ying probed for a few breaths and frowned.

"Competing with the realm, if you die, you can only blame yourself for your lack of strength. That's all this can help you......"

"Uncle Yang has already taken a great risk by being able to say those words for his disciple, and the disciple is grateful. In the matter of martial arts fighting, it is difficult for external forces to help each other......" Jiang Heng groaned and thanked him.

"Gone! You're doing it yourself. If you die in battle tomorrow, it will be considered that this palace is bidding farewell to you tonight......" Yang Ying smiled charmingly, and her figure disappeared from Jiang Heng's side.

"It's hard for external forces to help ......" Jiang Heng muttered to himself, looking at the Bitter Soul River, which was about 10,000 feet wide, and was stunned, "Bitter Soul River...... Perhaps, you can use the Chaos Immortal Technique! ”

After finishing speaking, Jiang Heng sat cross-legged on the spot and sacrificed the Xuanwu Rejection Array!

After a heavy ink-colored aura flashed, Jiang Heng blended into the moonlight by the Bitter Soul River, and outsiders could no longer see clearly.

Sure enough!

The bitter soul Hanoi is lifeless, and even the feathers can't float.

However, there is a very corrosive death intent in it!

The recipe for chaotic longevity, running non-stop.

Beside Jiang Heng, there was a ditch about half a foot deep.

Inside the ditch, it is the bitter soul river that makes people in the cultivation world talk about it.

After a stick of incense.

Jiang Heng's body slowly lingered with a light gray aura!

The extremely weak energy contained in the Bitter Soul Kawachi has been refined into Yuan Qi Mana by Jiang Heng with the Chaos Immortal Technique, and has been refined and purified by the Chaos Blue Lotus!

Dawn.

A wild laugh echoed by the River of Bitter Souls.

"Huh? Senior Brother Jiang, under pressure before the war...... It's crazy?!!! Wang Fatzi was shocked and hurriedly brought people over.

Jiang Heng stood with his hands in his hands, and the green shirt hunted.

The thirteenfold extreme realm of the Spirit Seed Realm has finally been cultivated!

The power of divine consciousness, when released, can easily reach a distance of sixteen zhang!

Moreover, after refining the bitter soul river water, the vitality mana in the body is not only strong, but also has an inexplicable corrosive power!

Fat Wang cautiously came to Jiang Heng's side, "Senior Brother Jiang, are you okay?" ”

Jiang Heng glanced at Fat Wang angrily and walked indifferently.

"Fatty, what are you all panicking about? Come with me to the altar. This seat will take you to meet for a while! ”