Chapter 146 Wang Xing's Domination [10-7, please subscribe]
The Yunmeng Conference was a gathering of the big names from all the major sects in the world of immortal cultivation.
This kind of scene had never happened before in the world of immortal cultivation.
The content of this meeting was mainly to discuss how to divide up the 8,000 soul altars in the Yunmeng World.
They unfolded the "Yunmeng Map" on the huge round table, and the locations of all the soul altars were marked on the "Yunmeng Map".
"Everyone, I am Qiantian, one of the eight kings under the seat of the Northern Emperor. This meeting was agreed by the Northern Emperor himself, and I invite you all to attend."
"First of all, thank you all for giving my Tianwu League face and allowing me to attend this grand event."
"Our Tianwu League has always valued peace and alliances. Alliances have always been the outline of our Tianwu League."
"We in the Tianwu League believe that only by forming alliances can we make our strength stronger and allow this big ship to go further and further."
"So today, I will represent the Northern Emperor and the Tianwu League to participate in this Yunmeng Conference. I intend to form an alliance with all the sects present and jointly discuss the allocation of the Yunmeng Realm Soul Altar."
"What do you think?"
At the beginning of the conference, a middle-aged man with a broad territory, mighty and domineering, and eyes like knives stood up.
He was very tall, wearing a red cloak, and looked down on the audience.
His voice was like a bell, and the moment he spoke, a strong and domineering aura came over him.
He was worthy of being one of the Eight Heavenly Kings under the seat of the Northern Emperor Xing Badao.
For a moment, everyone present frowned and looked confused, and no one answered on the spot.
All those present were masters in the world of immortal cultivation. Even if they were not masters, they came here to represent masters. They were all old foxes who had lived for 1,800 years.
These people could naturally hear what Qiantian, one of the Eight Kings, meant.
"Everyone is well prepared today, right? Why, don't you have any opinions?" Qiantian folded his hands and looked down at the whole audience.
His eyes fell on an old man in green clothes. The old man was very short and looked more than one meter tall. But no one dared to underestimate this short master.
Even Qiantian, who was nearly three meters tall, had to speak respectfully to the short old man.
"Master Fengtian Sword, you are the most senior among the present. Why don't you tell us? How about this proposal of our Tianwu League?"
As soon as these words came out, some young people who had never seen the world were immediately surprised.
"Is that Yue Hongshan, the leader of the Supreme Sword Sect, known as the Master Fengtian Sword?"
"No way, this person is no longer a big shot, but a giant. It is said that he has lived for more than 4,800 years and is already a real person."
"It is because of such a giant that the Supreme Sword Sect stands in the Western Xiuxian world and is the third of the thirty-six mountains of the righteous way."
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The origin of this little old man also caused a shock in the venue.
The leader of the Supreme Sword Sect, known as the Master Fengtian Sword, is already a real person and a giant of the sword.
Any one of these titles can shock the four sides, and now all these titles are gathered on one person's head.
For a time, everyone present was silent, waiting for Yue Hongshan to speak.
It seemed that no one dared to speak unless he spoke.
After half a minute of silence, Yue Hongshan finally spoke.
His first words surprised everyone in the venue.
"Fuck you, you bastard, you want me to be cannon fodder? A stupid dog dares to yell in front of me, and your master behind you doesn't dare to talk to me like that."
Yue Hongshan actually pointed at Qiantian's nose and cursed.
He started by saying "my mother". This sword master turned out to be a firecracker that exploded at the touch of a button.
Qiantian was speechless by Yue Hongshan, and the scene became a little tense for a while.
"Your Tianwu League invited me to a meeting just to let you talk nonsense?"
"Then I ask you, how many soul altars does your greedy dog of Tianwu League want to share?"
The old man was angry, and aggressive, and asked Qiantian directly.
Qiantian obviously had not investigated the information of this old man before, and had no idea of his hot temper.
And the question he asked was exactly what everyone present wanted to know.
Tianwu League has always had a big appetite. This time, he convened this Yunmeng Conference for his own benefit.
Qiantian was speechless after being asked by Yue Hongshan, but Yue Hongshan would not let him go.
The old man suddenly became furious and shouted: "Didn't you hear me asking you? How much do you want from Tianwu League? If you don't tell me, I will treat you as Tianwu League and don't want any."
This old man was really domineering, just like a lion bullying a puppy.
The eight heavenly kings who were originally so powerful in front of people, now dared not even say a word under the questioning of this sword master.
"It seems that you Tianwu League are really selfless. If you don't want any..."
"Who said we don't want any? I, Tianwu League, want half!"
Just when the eight heavenly kings were about to lose control of the situation, a phantom suddenly flew out of Qiantian's body.
All I saw was a man lying on the dragon throne, propping up his head, wearing an imperial crown, squinting his eyes, looking at the old man indifferently.
The man was wearing an extremely noble and majestic imperial robe, crossing his legs, with an evil smile on his face, looking down on the whole audience.
"Above the Taoist Master, below the Saint! Wang Xing is domineering, unparalleled in the world."
"Wang Xing is domineering, you are really here!"
After seeing Wang Xingbadao, Yue Hongshan lost his previous aggressiveness.
"Old Sword Master, if I hadn't come, wouldn't you have made the wolf under my seat into a dog?"
Northern Emperor, Wang Xingbadao!
When he appeared, the momentum of the entire venue was different, and everyone felt that their souls were held hostage by a powerful force.
That feeling was like a knife hanging over their heads, as if it would fall at any time and break their heads 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 soul, but just an illusion.
However, no one dared to move.
He looked very young, but he had lived for more than three thousand years.
Even Yue Hongshan, after seeing Wang Xingbadao, no longer had the previous hot temper and arrogance.
After all, he was the emperor of the Northern Territory and was known as the strongest man in the northern cultivation world.
In this world, few people dared to challenge Wang Xingbadao's domineering spirit.
"Your Tianwu League has a big appetite. Are you not afraid that you won't be able to digest four thousand soul altars?"
At this moment, the old sword master Yue Hongshan represented all the forces in the world and negotiated with Beidi alone.
He Beidi wanted four thousand soul altars alone, which was really a big mouth.
Everyone present was dissatisfied.
However, Wang Xing was domineering and didn't care about the thoughts of those who were just trash to him.
He smiled coldly and said evilly.
"I said, four thousand. Whoever dares to grab it, destroy it!"
Wang Xing was domineering, and he followed the path of dominance. He domineeringly asked for four thousand soul altars, and then disappeared in the venue.
Leaving this sentence, it echoed in the venue for a long time, captivating people's souls.
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The middle finger of my right hand was swollen, and I used two-finger Zen to hit it, and the speed was very slow, please bear with me!