The Battle of Thorn Birds had just ended.
the other side.
The depths of the 900-million-layer world.
An extremely desolate and remote world.
No one or any force will be interested in this world.
After countless years of confirmation, this world has been identified as the most desolate place.
——Because this world has nothing and nothing grows, but it is extremely hard and extremely difficult to be destroyed.
This world is very small and can only accommodate a few hundred people standing in it at the same time.
However, today, there are actually hundreds of practitioners standing here.
They come from various worlds on the cultivation side and have just returned from a battle.
They gathered here and held a crucial discussion in secret.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
An old man stood in the middle of the field and shouted loudly.
People turned a deaf ear.
The sorrow of war hangs in everyone's mind.
Many practitioners whispered to each other, discussed loudly, blamed each other, and some people almost came to blows.
Contrary to this situation, more practitioners were dejected and sat there without saying a word.
Their eyes were dazed and they were motionless, as if their souls had left and only an empty shell was left here.
The old man looked around, with deep disappointment in his eyes.
But soon he bounced back.
——He had to do this, otherwise, the entire practice alliance would be over.
The old man took a deep breath, summoned up all his spiritual power and shouted: "Quiet, everyone!"
When this roar came out, the whole world was shaken, and even the void outside the world was filled with ripples.
The voices of the practitioners gradually became quieter.
The old man took this opportunity and said loudly: "I know everyone is very frustrated and panicked now, but now is not the time to be downcast. We have more urgent things to do."
After hearing such words, some practitioners could hardly suppress their emotions and opened their mouths to speak.
The old man quickly stretched out his hand, pointed around the whole place, and said in a low voice: "The injuries on my body are about to explode. Do you want me to just let go and leave now?"
After saying these words, all the practitioners immediately became silent.
The whole place fell completely silent.
The old man sighed tiredly, feeling a little relieved.
"As everyone knows, the Demonic Cultivation Kingdom has issued an ultimatum, requiring us to surrender immediately."
"At this moment, many forces are caught up in the war and have too much time to take care of themselves, and they are even less likely to lend a helping hand to us."
"But we are true practitioners. No matter what, will you surrender to those scum and become slaves of order?"
"Won't!"
"no way!"
"I'd rather die than be a slave!"
"You're right!"
The practitioners 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 was all due to me alone. It was my poor command and combat that caused the Cultivation Alliance to suffer huge losses. Strike.”
A middle-aged monk couldn't help but said loudly: "Master Haoran, 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 by those practitioners who have surrendered to the Order of the Demon King."
"The most important thing is that they have established a country of cultivation and are assisted by the Order of the Demon King. We are all practitioners, but we can't catch up with their cultivation speed at all." Someone shouted loudly.
This is a depressing fact.
The cultivators finally couldn't bear it anymore and once again broke out into heated discussions.
Daojun Haoran waved his hand and used the silence technique to forcefully suppress all the rising comments.
He loudly said with great effort: "I am going to die, but our alliance is still forced by war."
"The Cultivation Alliance needs a new leader to lead everyone to continue fighting."
"You must make your comments as soon as possible."
After Daojun Haoran finished speaking, he took a deep breath and released the speech-forbidden spell.
He quietly waited for everyone's suggestions.
No one spoke.
Everyone remained silent.
Daojun Haoran sighed and said angrily: "You are unwilling to become slaves of the Demon King's order, that's why you are here, but now why can't you even choose a leader?"
Someone whispered to persuade: "Master Haoran, please calm down. Of course we are not willing to accept it, but we have just been defeated, and even you..."
Daojun Haoran immediately responded: "Yes, they are aggressive and their methods are stronger than ours. The Order of the Demon King is always assisting them - but please don't worry, I will do one thing for you before I die."
Everyone raised their heads, showing attention.
Taojun Haoran laughed at himself and said: "I only have Taoism and magical powers, but I can't resist the pressure of the Demon King. But if I risk my life, I can completely destroy most of their army!"
"In this way, the Demon Kingdom will not be able to start another war for a period of time."
"So! You! Now! You must seize the time to elect a new leader!!!"
"Otherwise I will die worthless!!!"
Having said this, Daojun was almost hoarse.
The practitioners were shocked and moved.
In order to fight against the order of the demon king, Taojun has devoted himself to death.
People like myself are obviously surviving well, so what else is there to be depressed about?
They temporarily got rid of the shadow of defeat in the war, regained their fighting spirit, and began to seriously think about this issue.
Several heads communicated with each other, and finally stood up together and said loudly: "We recommend the leader of the Lingming World, Venerable Qingyun."
Their proposal was immediately responded to by some practitioners.
"Venerable Qingyun has a high level of cultivation and pride. He has never been at odds with the demonic kingdom. We are very relieved that he will be the leader of the alliance."
"Yes, Lord Qingyun is trustworthy."
"I think it's feasible."
People were talking.
But many more people remained silent.
Taojun Haoran 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 and said: "Thank you very much for everyone's love, but I know my own weight very well."
"At this moment of internal and external troubles and the imminence of order, I have no confidence in leading the alliance."
"In fact, I still don't know how to defeat those cultivators with order."
His words struck a chord with everyone.
yes.
In the same level of cultivation and realm, how should we fight in order to hope to defeat those cultivators with order assistance?
This is a dead end.
If no one can untie this knot, the practice alliance will continue to be defeated in future battles until it is destroyed.
This is almost the end that can be seen.
Everyone was dejected.
Waited for a while.
Several more cultivating forces elected a Venerable.
But the sage also gave up.
The Venerable faced everyone and said loudly: "I believe that many people with similar cultivation levels to me have the same thoughts in their hearts."
"Even Daojun Haoran 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 people like me. Next, everyone must choose someone who can truly fight against order as their leader."
Everyone agreed.
In the past, there may have been many people who were willing to take charge of the entire alliance, and even fought for power and power.
But this is a time of war, a moment when the alliance can perish at any time, and everyone can die in battle at any time.
Who dares to take over the alliance at this darkest moment?
Who dares to say that he can save the entire practice alliance?
In the entire small world, the monks fell into a long silence again.
After a long time, a voice sounded.
"Maybe we can change our thinking and select people with outstanding performance from previous wars."
Everyone looked around.
The person who spoke was an old man wearing a Taoist robe, half of his body still stained with blood.
He is the leader of a certain spiritual world. He has been brave in previous wars and 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 suffered a disastrous defeat. Where can we find people who have performed well?"
After saying this, the whole place fell into silence.
The practitioners unconsciously began to recall the previous war.
"...No." Someone said hesitantly.
"Yeah, it wasn't a complete failure."
"It seems that there was an attack that was very effective."
"I remembered it too."
"That was the only fight back."
"And he fought very successfully."
"The damage is minimal."
"The possessed practitioners were killed by one person."
"Yes, I have read the battle report, and they were indeed killed by one person."
"Is there such a person?"
"Yes. Have you forgotten that world that just joined the Alliance not long ago?"
"What? That one?"
"That's the one."
The practitioners talked a lot.
Daojun Haoran thought for a moment, looked at everyone again, and nodded imperceptibly.
Dao Lord said loudly: "Now everyone is invited to discuss whether this fellow Daoist can be recommended as the new leader of the alliance."
"This fellow Taoist is Venerable Baihua Xie Daoling, who performed most outstandingly in the battle."
"Please feel free to speak on this." 8)
