The monks of the four major sects each tortured their own leader, and then gathered together for a discussion, and then they each discussed the fate and stay of their leader.

After deliberation, it is up to each faction to decide.

Five Poisons:

"What to do with this fat man?" Demon Finger Tai Sui asked.

Xuanwu is a monk of the Ding family, and he is slightly fat.

Demon Finger Tai Sui gave him a new name.

"It depends on what everyone means." The old man said.

"Let's be anonymous, I'll write the meaning on paper and then summarize it."

"What's so anonymous about this, I said take it to the living sacrifice, and raised my hand in agreement." Thumb Tai Sui raised his hand and said.

The monks of the Five Poison Sect raised their hands in unison......

Xuanwu's face was pale, and there were even tears hidden in the big eyes of the copper bell.

……

Green Scales:

Yu Shihuai's face was calm and his eyes were deep. He glanced around the senior brothers present and said, "Be anonymous...... Each person takes a blank rune paper and writes kill or not, if you don't want to write it, leave it blank. ”

When the words fell, all the disciples nodded silently, and each took out a blank rune paper. The nibs of the pen rustle on the paper, as if telling the voices of each other.

Soon, the seven disciples had written it and handed it over to Yu Shihuai. He took the rune paper, his eyes lingering on each disciple's face for a moment, and then gently opened the rune paper.

Looking through them one by one, his eyes gradually became deeper.

One "no kill", two "no words", five "kill". The runic paper with "kill" written on it was firm and powerful, as if with endless hatred.

"Alas......" Yu Shihuai sighed lightly, and a sense of helplessness swelled in his heart. Brotherly love, in the face of cultivation and interests, is so fragile.

He took a deep breath and was about to announce the result, but Yang Zhenglong, who was a brother and sister to them, looked at him with a look of hope on his face, waiting for the final result.

"Don't kill! This is the choice of the brothers. Yu Shihuai said.

"Thank you, brothers." Yang Zhenglong trembled slightly with excitement.

When the other monks of the Green Scale Hall heard this result, although they had some doubts in their hearts, they still squeezed out a smile.

"Senior Brother Yang, you have to continue to lead us to form a water dragon battle array." Yu Shihuai hid the anonymous talisman paper and put it in his storage bag.

"You can rest assured...... Yang will definitely not treat his brothers badly. Yang Zhenglong said excitedly.

At this moment, Yang Zhenglong firmly believes that morality and benevolence are beyond the existence of interests!

Where righteousness is, I go!

Unlike Yang Zhenglong, who is full of red light and high spirits, Xuanwu of the Five Poisons Gate and Long Yunfei of the Bihai Gate are all as pale as mourning.

Yun Wuji of the Yun Mang Sword Sect had a solemn expression and was silent.

Nearly 100 monks from the four factions climbed the towering altar and headed towards the top of the altar.

Be careful along the way, no one dares to fly.

Soon......

They came to the top of the altar, where there was a black pool, the water as black as ink, and it emitted a strange aura.

Suddenly, four huge Phantom Moon Black Tigers rushed out around the black pool.

These black tigers are usually invisible, and they only appear when the enemy is near, and the monks of the four factions have suffered a great loss from this kind of demon beast, so they are careful and find this hidden demon beast in advance.

"Rise!" Yang Zhenglong shouted, and with the assistance of the monks of the two factions of the Green Scale Hall and the Five Poison Sect, it instantly condensed into a huge water dragon. This water dragon is about 100 zhang long, with clear scales and armor, and it is extremely powerful. The water dragon churned in the air, setting off a strong wind, making everyone feel a strong sense of oppression.

Yang Zhenglong controlled the water dragon and stood in the air like a god of war. His hands were sealed, and words were in his mouth. With his command, the water dragon sometimes circled in the air, sometimes diving, and was invincible.

Once the four Phantom Moon Black Tigers are broken and invisible, they will only jump, bite, and tear, these ordinary moves are not the opponents of the Green Scale Water Dragon at all.

After a fierce battle, the four Phantom Moon Black Tigers were finally killed by everyone.

The white-bearded and white-haired poisonous old man stood on a turtle shell that seemed to be formed naturally and gave an impassioned speech.

"Heroes gather, old decay has something to say."

Everyone looked at the poisonous old man in unison, and there was a lot of reverence in their eyes.

"I am the son of a poor family, in order to seek a path to immortality, endure humiliation and burden, and suffer from the clan lord. The family gate valve, living in the temple, arbitrarily manipulating resources, using jade money, meritorious points to call me, etc., suffering like cattle and horses......"

"My generation was born in the world, how can we be willing to be pawns and be at the mercy of others?"

"Never!" The old man with a poisonous hand waved his fist and shouted, his face like a red baby.

"The Taoist friends of the Five Poison Sect said it well!"

"Speak my mind."

"Today, we vow to change our lives against the sky and get rid of the shackles!"

"Well said! We have to change our lives against the heavens and get rid of our shackles. ”

"Quickly bring the five poison sect Xuanwu, Bihai Gate Long Yunfei, Qinglantang Yang Zhenglong, and Yun Mang Sword Sect Yun Wuji four people to be killed!" With the generous words of the old man of the poisonous snake, the four monks who had been banned were escorted up.

Xuanwu, Long Yunfei's face was pale and his expression was numb.

Yang Zhenglong looked excited, his face full of disbelief: "Yu Shihuai! Why? Brotherly love, moral weight, you are so betrayed of me! ”

Yu Shihuai walked in front of Yang Zhenglong and spread out a yellow rune paper with two words written on it, "Don't kill".

"This is what I wrote, I did not betray you." After Yu Shihuai finished speaking, he unfolded the other five rune papers to Yang Zhenglong, and they were all "killing" on them.

The pen is sharp, and the hatred is monstrous!

Yang Zhenglong stopped talking, his face desperate.

"If you kill me, there will be no one to preside over the sacrificial ceremony." Yun Wuji said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You don't have to worry about that, some of us have learned the absurd mystical language." A monk of the Yun Mang Sword Sect said expressionlessly.

A white-robed sword cultivator stood on the tortoise shell.

He stood proudly and stood tall with a determined look in his eyes.

He clasped his fists and saluted to everyone, and said in a deep voice: "I am He Shiyong of the Yunmang Sword Sect, who once had the opportunity to spy on the desolate mystical text, and was able to preside over this sacrifice today. Heaven is clear, cause and effect cycle, today we are here with the power of the Aragami, and our fate is in our own hands from now on! ”

His voice was like a flood of bells, echoing between heaven and earth, stirring everyone's heart. His words seemed to contain infinite power, igniting the blood and pride in everyone's hearts.

"The big clan gate valve, would you rather have a kind?" He Shiyong asked loudly, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light, "Cultivators of my generation, should be self-improving, turn over the clouds and rain, and go against the sky!" Gentlemen, encourage you! Indomitable, create our own brilliance! ”

His words burned like a fire, stirring up the fighting spirit of the people

The pride in everyone's hearts was ignited again, and an invisible force spread through the crowd, stirring everyone's hearts.

(End of chapter)