Chapter 145: The King is Domineering [10-7, Ask for Subscription]
The Yunmeng Conference is a conference held by the bigwigs of the various sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm who gather together. γFengyun Reading Network.γ
This kind of scene has never even appeared in the immortal cultivation world.
And the content of this meeting was mainly to discuss how to divide up the eight thousand soul altars in the Cloud Dream Realm.
They unfolded the "Cloud Dream Map" on the huge round table, and the locations of all the soul altars were marked on the "Cloud Dream Map".
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am one of the eight kings of the Northern Emperor. This meeting was personally agreed by the Northern Emperor and invited everyone to participate. β
"First of all, I would like to thank you for giving me face to the Tianwu Alliance and being able to participate in this grand event. β
"We, the Tianwu Alliance, have always valued peace and made a covenant. Forming an alliance has always been the outline of my Tianwu Alliance. β
"We in the Tianwu Alliance believe that only by forming an alliance can we make our strength stronger and make this big ship go farther and farther. β
"So today, on behalf of the Northern Emperor and the Tianwu Alliance, I will participate in this Yunmeng Conference. He intends to form an alliance with all the sects present to discuss the division of the Cloud Dream Realm Soul Altar. β
"What do you think?"
At the beginning of the conference, a middle-aged man with a wide and square area, a mighty and domineering man, and the corners of his eyes were like knives, stood up.
He was very tall and wore a red coat, which made him stand out from the crowd.
His voice was like a bell, and the moment he spoke, a strong domineering spirit came to his face.
It is worthy of being the eight heavenly kings under the domineering seat of the Northern Emperor.
For a while, everyone present frowned, their eyes were foggy, and no one answered on the spot.
All of you here are masters in the immortal cultivation world, even if they are not masters, it means that they are all old foxes who have lived for thousands of eight hundred years.
These people can naturally hear what the intentions of this Qiantian, one of the eight kings, are.
"Everyone is here prepared today, why, don't you have any opinions?" Qiantian clasped his hands and looked down at the audience.
His gaze fell on an old man in Tsing Yi, who was very short and looked more than a meter tall. But no one dared to underestimate this short man.
Even the Qiantian, who was nearly three meters high, had to say respectfully to the little old man.
"Heaven Sealing Sword Master, you are the highest-ranking senior here, why don't you tell me?"
As soon as these words came out, some young people present who had never seen the world immediately exclaimed.
"That is the Sect Master of the Taishang Sword Sect, Yue Hongshan, who is known as the Heaven Sealing Sword Master?"
"No, this is no longer a big man, but a giant. Legend has it that he has lived for more than 4,800 years, and he is close to a real person. β
"It is precisely such a giant in the Taishang Sword Sect that stands in the Western Immortal Cultivation Realm, the third place in the Thirty-six Mountains of the Righteous Path. β
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Regarding the origin of this little old man, it also caused a shock at the venue.
The Sect Master of the Taishang Sword Sect, known as the Heavenly Sword Master, is close to a real person, a sword master.
Any one of these titles can be intimidating, and now all of them are gathered in one person's head.
For a while, everyone present was silent, waiting for Yue Hongshan to speak.
It seems that he does not speak, and no one dares to speak.
After the audience was silent for half a minute, Nayue Hongshan finally spoke.
As a result, his first sentence surprised everyone in the venue.
"Fuck your bitch, you want Lao Tzu to be cannon fodder? A stupid dog dares to bark in front of Lao Tzu, and the master behind you doesn't dare to talk to Lao Tzu like this. β
That Yue Hongshan actually pointed at the dry sky's nose and scolded.
The opening is Lao Tzu's mother, this kendo giant, turned out to be a sky-high cannon battle that exploded at one point.
That Qiantian was dumbfounded by Yue Hongshan, and the scene became a little tense for a while.
"Your Tianwu League invited Lao Tzu to a meeting, just to let you come and talk nonsense?"
"Then Lao Tzu asks you, how many soul altars do you want this greedy dog of the Tianwu League to share?"
The little old man was angry, and he was aggressive, and asked directly about the dry sky.
That Qiantian obviously hadn't investigated the information of this little old man before, and he didn't know anything about this little old man's fiery temper.
And the question he asked happened to be what everyone present wanted to know.
Tianwu Alliance has always had a lot of appetite, and this time he held this Yunmeng Conference, he must have come for his own benefit.
That Qiantian was speechless when asked by Yue Hongshan, but Yue Hongshan would not let him go at all.
I saw that the little old man suddenly became angry and shouted: "Lao Tzu asked you, didn't you hear? How much do you want from the Tianwu League? If you don't say it, I will treat you as a Tianwu League." β
This little old man, that's called a bully, it's like a lion bullying a puppy.
The Eight Heavenly Kings, who were originally majestic in front of people, didn't even dare to reply under the questioning of this kendo giant.
"It seems that your Tianwu Alliance is really selfless, if you don't even want any of them......"
"Who said we don't want any of them? I Tianwu Alliance, I want half!"
Just when the Eight Heavenly Kings were about to lose control of the situation, a phantom suddenly flew out of the body of the dry sky.
I saw a man lying on the dragon chair, holding his head, wearing an imperial crown, squinting his eyes, looking at the little old man indifferently.
The man was dressed in an incomparably noble royal robe, with his legs crossed, with an evil smile on his face, staring at the audience.
"Above the real person, he is at ease! The king is domineering, unparalleled in the world. β
"Wang Xing is domineering, you are really here!"
After Yue Hongshan saw Wang Xing's domineering, he lost his aggressiveness just now.
"Old sword master, I can't come, don't you clean up the wolf under my seat into a dog?"
Northern Emperor, the king is domineering!
When he appeared, the momentum of the entire venue was different, and everyone felt that their spirits were being held hostage by a powerful force.
It was like a knife hanging over your head, as if it would fall off at any moment, tearing your head open like a watermelon.
Everyone present looked at the young man sitting on the throne with trepidation.
Although they all knew that the man was not a real person, not even a divine soul, but just an illusion.
However, no one dared to move.
He looked young, but he had lived for more than 3,000 years.
Even Yue Hongshan, after seeing Wang Xing's domineering, he did not have his previous hotness and arrogance.
After all, he is the emperor of the Northern Regions, and he is known as the strongest man in the Northern Immortal Cultivation Realm.
In this world, few people dare to provoke the domineering spirit of Wang Xing.
"Your Tianwu Alliance's appetite is really not small, four thousand soul altars, aren't you afraid of not digesting it?"
At this moment, the old sword master Yue Hongshan represents all the forces in the world, negotiating with the Northern Emperor alone.
He Beidi alone wants 4,000 soul altars, which is not a lion's mouth.
The eyes of everyone present were full of disbelief.
However, the king was domineering, and he didn't care at all about the idea that he was just a garbage man to be present.
He smiled coldly and said evilly.
"I said, four thousand. Whoever dares to rob it, destroy it!"
The king is domineering, and what he does is the road of hegemony. He overbearingly asked for 4,000 soul altars, and then disappeared into the venue.
Leave this sentence, echoing in the venue for a long time, touching people's souls.
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