Almost at the same time as the Shanhemen cultivators went out to suppress the bandits, the Weiguo capital was about tens of thousands of miles away from the Qixing Mountain Range;

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"Boom!" a heavy and condensed voice sounded, and the dragon's head red lacquered door was pushed open from the outside;

Immediately afterwards, "step on foot", the sound of footsteps sounded messily, and a handful of people slowly walked in from outside the hall.

Among these people, there are all men, women, young and old, with different clothes and clothing, the total number is as much as thirty, and they look like them, but they are all immortal cultivators.

At this time, the people who were originally talking softly saw the red lacquer door of the dragon's head open, and immediately stopped their words, and then lightly combed their clothes, looked upright, and walked into the hall.

Although when they walked into the hall, most of their aura converged, and they couldn't see the specific realm of each person, but just when the cultivators were sitting on the futon, a young monk at the end of the line in the left row seemed to be unable to control himself, and the aura on his body appeared for a moment.

If other immortal cultivators were here, their complexion would definitely change drastically because of this, and then they exclaimed, because that person's face was immature and abnormal, and he was about twenty years old, looking young, but he was already a master in the early stage of the Dan Festival.

In this realm, in the realm of cultivating immortals, most places can go sideways!

However, most of the people in the audience ignored the seemingly inadvertent revelation of the young man's realm, but did it on their own, and even those who were friendly with the young monk were either angry or glared at him, as if they were blaming him for not showing off so much in front of the cultivators.

To this, the young monk just smiled apologetically.

The above situation, coupled with the position of the young man, can be roughly inferred that the other twenty-nine people on the field, their realm, will not be worse than the youth, that is, at the very least, they are all above the existence of the elder.

And the thirty knots not only gathered together at this moment, as if they were going to do something important, but also sat quietly on the futon, very patient, as if waiting for the arrival of some noble person.

In the midst of everyone's waiting, after a short time, silently, the side door of the golden temple opened, and then, from there, several people walked in, two middle-aged people walked on both sides, in the middle, there was an old man wearing a golden robe, wearing a golden crown, and a wrinkled face.

At this moment, he was expressionless, heading towards the wide golden throne in front of the main hall.

Although the old man with the golden crown was only a primary cultivator of the foundation, when everyone saw him coming, their faces were dignified, and they stood up one after another, and when they saw him sitting on the golden throne, they bowed down very respectfully, and said in unison: "See the Divine Lord!"

The old man with the golden crown couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw all the cultivators worshipping, and at that moment his hands stretched out flat, pressed his ten fingers slightly, and said, "You fellow Daoists don't have to be polite!"

When everyone heard this, they thanked the old man again, then stood up straight, looked at the person sitting on the dragon chair, and the old man with the golden crown said: "Today's court meeting, according to the routine!"

Hearing this, in the left column, a red-faced man walked out first, saluted the golden-crowned old man, and then said loudly: "God Lord! Today, this path has gathered most of the scattered cultivators in the country, and according to rough estimates, their number is about 350,000!"

Hearing this, the old man with the golden crown nodded, and said, "Very good! Good job! However, there must be those who don't submit, right?"

"Not bad. A small number of loose cultivators are very ignorant of what to do, and they believe the rumors spread by the Seven Sects that control people's hearts, and refuse our solicitation, so that after we have verbally persuaded them several times, they are still stubborn, and in desperation, we can only make full use of them, show the supreme power of our Heavenly Divine Dao, and destroy them all humanely, killing them like chicken cubs!" The red-faced man replied in a flat tone when he heard this.

When the old man with the golden crown heard this, he groaned.

The red-faced man raised his head, glanced at the old man with the golden crown, considered his words again, and then said carefully:

"As for the other scattered cultivators, there are about 100,000 of them, and most of them are fleeing to the core areas of the Seven Sects.

Although our Tenjin Dao has developed rapidly in the past few years, after all, the business time is very short, and those places still cannot penetrate.

In those places, the operation of the Seven Sects is as stable and solid as an iron bucket, not only are there all kinds of specific spell prohibition traps everywhere, and those law enforcement disciples are patrolling every day, but there are also Seven Sect Jiedan masters guarding the border, and more importantly, from time to time, those Yuan Infant Powerful Divine Thoughts will glance at those areas.

Therefore, it can be said that even a mosquito with the symbol of this path sneaks in, it is possible for them to find and capture it, let alone us living monks. Therefore, we are beyond the reach of those scattered cultivators who have fled, so we can only let them escape.

However, for the scattered cultivators who fled to the areas where the control of the Seven Sects was weak, we would still pursue one or two.

Among them, the little girl with the qualification of 'saint' that you confessed, the Divine Lord, is also among those who have escaped, but we have already sent a number of people to pursue and capture them.

Come to think of it, there will be good news coming back soon!"

The old man with the golden crown was expressionless, pondered for a while, nodded, and waved his hand.

The red-faced man breathed a sigh of relief, bowed again, and fell back to his original place.

Immediately afterwards, the second person in the left column, a thin young man, walked out, and after saluting, he looked at the old man on the throne, looked worried, and said: "Enlighten the Divine Master!

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!" the golden-robed old man's voice sounded majestically.

At that moment, the thin young man stepped aside, looked at the monks behind him, and motioned for them to come out and reply.

"Divine Lord, a month ago, we and other divine masters have not arrived, and they have admired the peerless prestige of our Heavenly Divine Dao, and the large-scale immortal cultivator family of the Barbarian Prefecture in the southern part of the country, Wan Qi's family, descend!"

Ten days ago, the Zhu family in Fancheng, in the western part of the country, not only resisted the divine master in vain, but also dared to speak disrespectfully, insultingly, without the slightest respect, so without the permission of the upper peak, he privately ordered the Zhu family to be slaughtered.

Three days ago, the Gu family of Jinhua Mansion in the eastern part of the country entangled with the nearby immortal cultivators, sticking to their own city, in a vain attempt to resist the Dao Divine Master, and now we are holding on to it. This move has curbed our eastward advance, so I beg the Divine Lord to issue an order to send corresponding monk reinforcements, and with great strength, before the seven sects send monks to help, quickly destroy the Gu family's city and slaughter those who block the path of immortal cultivators, so as to facilitate our eastward crusade plan!"

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In this way, at the signal of the thin young man, the people behind him came out one after another, making various reports, or reporting various families to solicit happy events, or asking for punishment for crimes, or asking for reinforcements to their respective battlefields, and so on.

The old man in the golden robe was expressionless, listening to these words, he didn't say much.

After listening to this, he pondered for a long time before he looked at the monks below and said, "I will meet your request." After a while, after the meeting, you can distribute the hands of the families you have recruited. ”

"Thank you, Lord!" said many of the people who came out of the queue with happy faces, and then bowed respectfully and said in unison.

Seeing this, the golden-robed old man waved his hand, and they obediently fell back to their original places like red-faced men.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the people on the right below, but when they came into contact with his gaze, they all looked ugly, and all of them lowered their heads.

The golden-robed old man looked at it for a while, still expressionless, and commanded: "Shan Leopard, tell me, now, how is the Northern Expedition?"

The person he spoke to was the person standing at the top of the right column, it was a young man, about twenty-one or twelve years old, dressed in sky blue clothes, with an extremely handsome face, although he was only in the early stage of the Jiedan, but he stood in front of many fellow Yudan, obviously, his status was not low among the crowd.

Seeing this, the blue-clothed young man Shan Leopard sighed secretly, quickly raised his head, stepped out, saluted respectfully to the old man with the golden crown, and said: "Enlighten the Divine Master! The battle on the front line, before March, was still very smooth, but now, it is very bad!"

"Oh, what's a bad law?" Hearing this, the old man with the golden crown continued to be expressionless, and asked lightly, his voice was not slow, as if he did not hear the bad news in Shan Leopard's words, and he didn't seem to care much about the bad news.

Seeing this, Shan Leopard's face couldn't help but be surprised, and then he thought like lightning, thinking that the god lord might know this news, so he had a corresponding countermeasure, so his heart was secretly relieved, and at the same time, his face turned normal, and continued:

"In the past three months, our side has lost a total of thirty or forty thousand people, and more importantly, the four sects have advanced a lot of fronts, and now they are only 100,000 miles away from where we are!"

"What? The Northern Expedition in this province is so severe?"

"It seems that the combined strength of the four sects is really extraordinary!"

"Indeed, in three months, we can kill tens of thousands of fellow monks such as us, and even advance the battle line of 300,000 li we have laid to more than 100,000 li, and then threaten our base camp, the ancient great sect is really profound!"

"Could it be that on the front-line battlefield, those old monsters have not been able to make a move?"

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Hearing Shan Leopard's words, the faces of all the cultivators in the hall changed greatly, so they immediately whispered softly, seeing that the old man in the golden robe didn't care, they all started to talk enthusiastically, but they talked with each other for a while, and they didn't talk about anything, so they looked at the young man in blue and asked questions one by one.

And from beginning to end, for all this, the old man in the golden robe sitting on the dragon chair was expressionless, and there were no words or actions to express it.

Seeing the appearance of the golden-robed old man like this, listening to the questions of the cultivators, Shan Bao hurriedly turned around, waved his hand at the same time, and said, "Everyone, please be quiet! Please listen to me, I will answer the doubts of the Taoist friends one by one." ”

As he spoke, he saw that with his words, all the cultivators stopped talking, but they all looked at themselves with burning eyes, looking forward to his answer, as if they wanted to decide their future path based on the key information they said.

At that moment, Shan Leopard coughed lightly, and then said:

"Everyone, please listen to me! The Northern Expedition of this Dao before was indeed very smooth, we swept all the way, and wherever we passed, those immortal cultivators either fled early or surrendered everywhere in our and other divine masters.

However, since three months ago, the Seven Rainbow Tower, the Heavenly Absolute Palace, the Thousand Spirits Mansion, and the Hundred Refining Sect in the north joined forces to stop us and the others in the floating mud swamp, and the war began to develop towards our unfavorable situation.

During this period, we suffered heavy losses, and we were forced to retreat step by step, abandoning the occupied areas one by one, and finally retreated to the vicinity of the Heavenly Wolf Grassland, relying on the many defensive facilities built there, we could barely resist the fierce attacks of the four sects, so as to stop the close attack of the strong enemy and prevent them from threatening the safety of our base camp.

Rest assured, the various defenses in the Heavenly Wolf Grassland have been painstakingly managed by us for many years, so they are extremely strong, and the current power of the four sects, even if they attack for three consecutive years, it is impossible to capture that level!"

"Whew!" one breathed a sigh of relief. The others also looked slightly pale.

"But, Shan Daoyou, you haven't answered my previous question!" said one of them.

Hearing this, Shan Leopard smiled and said, "You don't have to worry! Now that you have reduced your worries for a while, then listen to me talk about the past in detail." ”

As he spoke, he saw that the cultivators were listening attentively, and then continued:

"Actually, since the past three months, those four sect primordial old monsters have not attacked, think about it, they are also frightened by the ambush of our god master, and they dare not act in vain with the courage of their monks, for fear that they will be seriously injured and wait to fall like the person from the Thousand Spirits Mansion before, they are all just watching from the rear, called 'Battlefield Pressing Array'!"

Hearing this, all the cultivators in the hall couldn't help laughing, but they were laughing for themselves and others, the monks who were no taller than Jiedan, who could scare those old monsters into not daring to participate in the war.

At this time, one of them said:

"In this way, the people who fight against their colleagues on the front line are all monks below the age of Yuanying.

However, even if the four major sects are ancient sects, their respective backgrounds are profound and unfathomable, there are many treasures in the sects, and the disciples cultivated are very outstanding, stronger than the original scattered cultivators such as us;

However, it is impossible for everyone to go up in retrograde, and now it is only three months of work, and we have lost thirty or forty thousand of our fellow Daoists.

Could it be that the four sects have all pressed their disciples?"

Hearing this, Shan Leopard shook his head and replied - (To be continued.) )