The Battle of the Thorn Bird had just ended.

The other side.

The depths of the world of 900 million layers.

An extremely barren and isolated world.

No one, no force, is interested in this world.

After countless years of confirmation, this world is considered the most inhospitable place.

- Because there is nothing in this world, nothing grows, but it is incomparably hard, extremely difficult to destroy.

This world is very small, and can only accommodate a few hundred people standing in it at the same time.

However, today, there are literally hundreds of cultivators standing here.

They came from various worlds of cultivation and had just returned from a battle.

They gathered here to secretly engage in a crucial deliberation.

"Quiet! Be quiet! ”

An old man stood in the middle of the yard and shouted loudly.

People turned a deaf ear.

The gloom of war hangs over everyone's heart.

Many practitioners exchanged heads, talked loudly, blamed each other, and some almost got into a fight.

Contrary to this situation, more practitioners sit there without saying a word.

Their eyes were stunned, and their whole body was motionless, as if their souls had departed, and only an empty shell remained here.

The old man looked around, his eyes revealing a deep sense of loss.

But soon, he picked himself up again.

- He had to do this, otherwise, the entire cultivation alliance would be over.

The old man took a deep breath and shouted violently with all his spiritual power: "Give me peace!" ”

This roar shook the whole world, and even the void outside the world rippled.

The cultivators' voices grew quieter.

The old man took this opportunity and said loudly: "I know that everyone is very depressed and frightened now, but now is not the time to be depressed, we have more urgent things to do. ”

Hearing such words, some cultivators almost couldn't suppress their emotions and opened their mouths to speak.

The old man hurriedly stretched out his hand, pointed around the audience, and said in a low voice: "The wounds on my body are about to explode, do you think that I will leave it now?" ”

When these words were spoken, all the cultivators immediately lost their voices.

The audience fell silent.

The old man sighed tiredly, and felt a little comfort in his heart.

"As everyone knows, the Demon Cultivation Kingdom has issued an ultimatum demanding that we surrender immediately."

"At such a moment, many forces are caught up in the war, and they are too busy to take care of themselves, let alone lend a helping hand to us."

"But we are true cultivators, no matter what, will you surrender to those scum and become slaves of order?"

"No!"

"Never!"

"I'd rather die than be a slave!"

"You're right!"

The cultivators responded one after another.

The old man raised his voice and said again: "I must make one thing clear to everyone, the failure of this war is all due to me alone, and it is my ineffective command and combat that has caused the cultivation alliance to suffer a huge blow. ”

A middle-aged monk couldn't help but say in a loud voice: "Haoran Daojun, this is not your problem, we all know it. ”

Another monk sighed, "Yes, even though we have formed an alliance, we have been passively beaten in the face of those cultivators who have taken refuge in the Order of the Demon King. ”

"The most important thing is that they have formed a cultivation realm, and with the assistance of the Demon King Order, we are all cultivators, but we can't keep up with their cultivation speed at all." Someone shouted.

This is a frustrating fact.

The cultivators finally couldn't help it, and once again erupted into a boiling voice.

Haoran Daojun waved his hand and used the silence technique to forcefully suppress all the surging discussions.

"I'm going to die," he exclaimed, "but our alliance is still under the pressure of war. ”

"The Cultivation Alliance needs a new leader to lead everyone in the fight."

"You have to give your opinion as soon as possible."

After Haoran Daojun finished speaking, he let out a long breath and let go of the silence spell.

He waited quietly for advice.

No one spoke.

Everyone was silent.

Haoran Daojun sighed and said angrily: "You are not willing to become a slave of the Order of the Demon King, that's why you are here, but why can't you even choose a leader now?" ”

Someone whispered: "Haoran Daojun, please calm your anger, of course we are unwilling, but we have just been defeated, and even you ......"

Haoran Daojun immediately responded: "Yes, they are aggressive, their means are stronger than ours, and the Order of the Demon King is always there to assist them - but please rest assured, I will do one thing for you before I die." ”

Everyone looked up, showing a look of attention.

Haoran Daojun laughed at himself and said: "The old man has a body of Taoism and supernatural powers, but he can't resist the persecution of the Demon King's Order, but if the old man fights for this life, he can completely destroy most of their army!" ”

"In this way, for a period of time, the Demon Kingdom will not be able to start a war again."

"So! You guys! Right now! A new leader must be chosen as soon as possible!! ”

"Otherwise I'll die worthless!!"

At this point, Daojun was almost hoarse.

The practitioners were moved.

In order to fight against the order of the Demon King, Daojun has done his best, and he has died.

These people have obviously survived well, what else is there to be depressed about?

Temporarily freed from the shadow of defeat in the war, they regained their fighting spirit and began to think seriously about this issue.

Several heads exchanged views with each other, and finally stood up together and said loudly, "We have elected the helmsman of the Lingming Great World, Venerable Qingyun. ”

Their proposal was immediately echoed by some practitioners.

"Venerable Qingyun is a superb cultivator, he is arrogant, he has never been at odds with the Demon Kingdom, and we are very relieved that he is the leader of the alliance."

"Yes, Venerable Qingyun is trustworthy."

"I think it's doable."

People were talking.

But many more remained silent.

Haoran Daojun looked at a middle-aged monk and asked, "Venerable Qingyun, what is your personal opinion?" ”

The middle-aged monk stood up and sighed.

He smiled bitterly: "Thank you very much for your kindness, but I know my pounds very well." ”

"At this moment of internal and external difficulties and order approaching, I have no confidence to lead the alliance forward."

"Actually, I don't know until now how I can defeat those cultivators who have order."

His words spoke to the hearts of the people.

Oh, yes.

In the same cultivation and realm, how should we fight in order to have any hope of defeating those cultivators who are assisted by order?

It's a dead knot.

If no one can untie this dead knot, the Cultivation Alliance will continue to be defeated in future battles until it is destroyed.

This is almost the ending that can be seen.

Everyone was stunned.

Waited a while.

Several more cultivators elected a Venerable One.

But the Venerable One also gave up.

The Venerable One faced everyone and said loudly, "I believe that many people who are at the same level of cultivation as me have the same thoughts in their hearts. ”

"Even Haoran Daojun has failed - I don't think I can compete with Daojun, let alone lead the alliance against the Demon Kingdom."

"Please don't waste any more time electing someone like me, and then, you must choose someone who can really stand up to order as the leader."

The crowd chimed in.

In the past, there may have been many people who were willing to take charge of the entire alliance, or even intrigue for power.

But now is the time of war, the moment when the alliance will perish at any time, and everyone will die at any time.

Who would dare to take over the alliance at this darkest hour?

Who would dare to say that he could save the entire Cultivation Alliance?

In the midst of the small world, the monks fell into a long silence again.

It was a long time before a voice rang out.

"Maybe we can change our thinking and pick people who have performed well from previous wars."

Everyone looked at each other.

I saw that the person who spoke was an old man wearing a Taoist robe, and half of his body was still stained with blood.

He was the leader of a certain cultivation world, and he had been brave and unflinching in previous wars, and he had almost died several times.

This is an admirable practitioner.

Someone agreed: "This method is good. ”

Venerable Qingyun smiled bitterly and said, "In this battle, the entire alliance has been defeated miserably, where can I find anyone with outstanding performance?" ”

When these words were spoken, the audience was silent.

The practitioners unconsciously began to recall the previous war.

“…… Wrong. Someone hesitated.

"Yes, not a complete fiasco."

"It's like there's an attack."

"I remembered, too."

"That was the only counterattack."

"And it was very successful."

"The losses are small."

"The cultivators who entered the demon were killed by one person."

"Yes, I've read the battle report, and I was indeed killed by one person."

"Is there such a person?"

"Yes, have you forgotten that the world that has only been in the alliance for a short time?"

"What? Which one is it? ”

"It's the one."

There was a lot of discussion among the practitioners.

Haoran Daojun thought for a moment, looked at everyone again, and nodded imperceptibly.

Daojun said loudly: "Now please discuss whether you can elect this Daoist as the new leader of the alliance. ”

"This fellow Daoist is Xie Daoling, the Hundred Flowers Venerable who performed the most in the battle."

"Please feel free to say anything about this." 8)