Ploughing.

In the golden hall of the palace, a handsome-looking young man sat high on the dragon chair, closed his eyes and pondered. His Royal Highness was divided into twenty-eight people, who were talking to each other in twos and threes, looking helpless.

These twenty-eight monks, the lowest cultivation has reached the early stage of the sect, which can be described as the pinnacle of force in the cultivation city.

It's a pity that at this moment, most of them have lost their square inches, where is there a trace of the grandeur of a powerful monk?

How can reality keep them from panicking?

Two or three years ago, this hall was filled with more than 300 monks who had cultivated above the sect, and it could be described as imposing and unstoppable. However, with the continuous struggle with the Wei Clan, the more than 300 powerful monks have fallen to only twenty-eight! Even the nine Sages have fallen seven, including two Great Sages.

At this moment, everyone is like a lost dog, and they can't live in fear.

The young man opened his eyes, snorted coldly, and said, "Noisy, you know that there is a quarrel! At the moment of life and death, you are still passing the buck to each other here, and you want to sit and wait for death?"

"Yaokong Immortal Monarch. "The one who spoke was one of the only two remaining Sages in Cultivating the City, and he had a mid-stage Sage cultivation. This person is a casual cultivator who has been in seclusion for many years, and after the birth of the Wei clan, he had to live in retreat and cultivate. He stared at the young man with round eyes and said, "Although the immortal array in the city is powerful, it is too consuming spirit stones, and with our reserves, it will be stirred up to three more times." Three years ago, Xianjun's decision was very wise, and I waited to go out of the city to search for spirit stones, and we did get a reward. However, every time he goes out of the city, even if he is led by a sage, there is no one in ten who can return. This...... The proportion of casualties is so great that we have to be cautious. ”

That young man was Wu Yaokong. After listening to Jin Heng's words, although he knew that he was reasonable, he had to implement this next policy. He glanced at the tall man standing under the main hall, and said in a deep voice: "Ye Miao, this time you will lead the team out of the city." ”

"This ......" Ye Miao thought for a moment and said, "It's not a shirk. It's just that Xianjun once said that all monks who return from the city will no longer carry out the mission of going out of the city within three years. Ye went out of the city once last year, and it was considered a bit of gain, so it stands to reason that it will not be my turn this time. ”

"Hmph. Wu Yaokong snorted coldly, and a wave of immortal monarch momentum spread. "Ye Miao, do you think Wu is a fool? You and Ye Ning, the lord of the Phantom City, are brothers, as long as you avoid the patrol of the Nightmare Clan, you will be safe when you enter the Hidden Kingdom. There is such a cheap brother, let you go and get some spirit stones, wouldn't it be a matter of getting it?"

"However, Ye has only been promoted to the sect for more than a year, and it was already a fluke that he was able to return to the city safely last time, how could he be so lucky this time? What's more, there was some misunderstanding between Ye and the fifth brother, and it was really difficult to say whether he recognized this brotherhood or not. ”

"Really?" Wu Yaokong's face changed, Ye Ning was always a thorn in his heart, and he had to pull it out sooner or later. "Since you are unwilling to carry out the mission, then Lian Yun Sect is no longer under the protection of this immortal. From now on, the entire Lianyun Sect will move away from the cultivators, and if there is any delay, they will be punished as collaborating with the enemy. ”

"You!" Ye Miao was angry and said, "It's too much of a deception!"

"Wait!" The white-clothed man beside Ye Miao grabbed him and said, "Yaokong Immortal Monarch is right, since my sect is under the umbrella of Immortal Monarch, it naturally has to pay something. This time out of the city, we Lian Yunzong next. ”

"Hahaha!" Wu Yaokong laughed and said, "Okay! ”

At this moment, a shout pierced through the cultivation and went straight to the Golden Palace: "Wu Yaokong came to die!"

(End of chapter)