The secret on the parchment

"Please write your opinions and explanations on this parchment with spiritual power, and whatever you do, you can do the same. ”

Mo Jiyun threw out the parchment and then sat down again.

In less than a few minutes, the twenty parchment opinions were back in his hands.

He looked at the twenty pieces of parchment with ideas, opinions, and even information that was not related to the topic at all.

After reading it, he brushed his thoughts, and then said in a deep voice: "I have read all your opinions, but ......"

Mo Jiyun's face changed, and he said with a frosty face: "Among them, there are only half of the people who are really infiltrating the demon race, and the other half, what are you all thinking?"

"The Demon Clan is trying to carve up our cultivation realm, but you are saying that your apprentices are very strong on my manuscript paper that needs your opinion? Let them find a way, and you are sitting in oppression of the Demon Clan?"

"You immortal cultivators are not in normal minds, right?"

Mo Jiyun looked at some of the people present with some anger, he didn't name those opinions, but just picked out one of them and said it.

He is really angry now, because of the infiltration of the demon clan, in front of this table full of the power of the Tribulation Period, there are still half of the people who don't think so, they all think it's just some small fights, and they don't want to really do it seriously and deal with it.

"Mo Jiyun, what you said is not appropriate, the beloved disciples we personally taught have inherited our mantle, we believe that they can handle this matter, we just need to help them suppress those demons behind their backs. ”

One of the gray-haired old men with a somewhat haggard face stood up and said to Mo Jiyun dissatisfied.

"Mu Tianlin, you really cultivated the wood system exercises, and then cultivated your brain into wood, right?"

"If your beloved disciple can really be that powerful, then isn't your sect already in charge of him?

"Do you know how many of my old friends have been bewitched by the demons and caused them to fall into the devil?"

After Mo Jiyun finished speaking, everyone present fell silent.

Because the monks whose disciples were bewitched into the devil were six of them in this hall.

The apprentices of the six of them were all arrogant, and they ran to challenge the demons without measuring their strength.

After being defeated by the demons, he took the opportunity to be planted by the demons, and then he was bewitched by the demons, and finally he was unbearable.

"Okay, Brother Jiyun, let's talk about these in the future, the reason why we are gathered here today should be more than just the infiltration of this demon race, right?"

Another gray-haired old man stood up, his face was more ruddy, and he looked more vibrant, compared to the previous Mu Tianlin, he seemed to be just a white-haired young man.

"Brother Xiao, sure enough, you know me better. ”

"Yes, I'm calling you today not just for the sake of the demons, but also for the sake of the giant sword. ”

Mo Jiyun took out a piece of parchment again, and this parchment was tattered.

Everywhere there are traces of being burned by fire.

And it looks very vague.

"...... this?"

Everyone looked at Mo Jiyun inexplicably and asked.

"This is some news I got from Tianruo before, he said that some small things were mixed in with our sect and tried to steal the giant sword outside the house. ”

Mo Jiyun injected his own spiritual power into the parchment.

When the parchment receives the spiritual power, it rises into the air and plays all the information recorded in the parchment in a manner similar to that of a memory recall.