Chapter 1109: Palace Master

Chapter 1109: Palace Master

South of Fishing County.

A tall tower rising into the sky in a vast territory.

This place is the place where the Bingfeng clan is located.

In Pengtian Xuan Palace.

The panicked monk Bing Feng hurried over.

Pu Tong knelt on the ground.

Facing the back on the lotus platform, he kowtowed respectfully three times before reporting: "Report, Patriarch, it's not good!"

"Something bad happened!"

Feng Xi snorted coldly and shouted in a loud voice: "If there is anything wrong with you, just tell the truth."

The monk from the Bing clan quickly held the jade slips in his hands and said, "Clan leader Hui, the underworld has declared war on us. We are given one month to make a decision, either surrender or fight."

"What?!" Bing Fengxi was stunned, took the jade slip and read it with his spiritual consciousness.

His expression suddenly changed drastically.

The content of the jade slip is correct, and it indeed talks about this matter.

Snap.

And seal the jade slips with tin.

His brows were furrowed.

How could the underworld declare war on them so suddenly?

"Zhao... forget it, they can't help much." Feng Xi let out a long sigh.

He is the only one in the entire clan who has reached the fourth step.

Even though he is also a monk who has been granted a title, his strength can still be seen. I heard that the killing king who killed the Ancient Immortal Tower on the shores of the East China Sea was a master of three methods.

Even if he tied up the whole clan, he would still be no match.

The only thing worth celebrating is that the person's true form is the main soul of the Soul Banner, the divine weapon spirit. The person in charge of the magic weapon is still a Taoist Ichika, that is, Guanminghou.

Once you take action, your magic power will be unsustainable, but you still have a chance of winning.

Bing Fengxi took out the jade slip, his magic power lit up, and before he could ask a question, a deep voice came from the other side: "You also got a letter of challenge."

"What?!" Ling Fengxi's eyes widened in surprise.

"It seems so."

The rich voice continued: "All Dao Lords who border with it have received a letter of war."

"How much is the total?"

"I guess there are seven or eight people from hundreds of tribes."

"Is the underworld crazy?"

Feng Xi opened his mouth in confusion.

Even if that person is the Three Flower Weapon Spirit, who can be called the ancestor, and declares war on hundreds of tribes at the same time with the strength of the Demon Underworld, and marches to plunder the land, it will definitely not go smoothly.

Unless the master of the palace, Wu Rong, appears in various battlefields with the ancestors of the magic weapons.

Otherwise, if you continue to waste it like this, you will become a loner sooner or later.

"The underworld is not crazy. I thought they would wait another three hundred years and didn't want to unify the northwest so soon."

"What do we do?"

"Alliance."

"At the Lushan League."

"good!"

And Feng Xi nodded in agreement.

He closed the message slip, looked at the elders of the clan, and said calmly: "The underworld wants to unify the northwest and takes the upper section of the Styx River. This is the way to cause chaos and death. I will unite the eight princes at the Lushan Alliance. You call the clan The inner saint is prepared with all his armor. "

The elder of the Bingfeng clan who reported it changed his expression and sang: "Congratulations, ancestor!"

Feng Xi touched his beard and smiled lightly: "Why are you so happy?"

The elder Feng Feng said loudly: "Since it is an alliance, it will definitely recommend an alliance leader. At the time, it was said that the ancestor Tongtian cultivation base has great potential, and with the foundation of the Nine Lords and Hundreds of Clans, it should be able to be integrated into a force that cannot be underestimated. It is impossible to say that it can still be done Unify the upper section of the Styx River and take another step forward to become the eleventh largest clan in Yintian!"

"Isn't it gratifying?"

"That's what I meant." Feng Xi nodded and smiled.

Crisis Crisis is both danger and opportunity.

There are indeed three flower weapon spirits in the underworld, but the ones in charge are not very strong. Secondly, because Mo Ming has been harassed by Mo Yuan for years, he is poor and weak, and his background is not as good as theirs.

What needs to be feared is the Taiyi Shengxian Sect far away in Central Earth.

However, after that civil strife, Taiyi Sect had long been in decline. All forces were watching, how could it be possible for Taiyi Shengxian Sect to take action calmly.

The weak have weak opponents, and the strong have strong opponents.

…

Lushan.

It is indeed a good mountain.

Thousands of valleys compete with each other, and thousands of cliffs compete for beauty.

The rich spiritual energy turns into a majestic mist that often locks the heaven and earth.

Standing on the top of the mountain, you feel like you are standing in the sky and looking down at the clouds.

The pride in his chest was also released.

Nine Lords Alliance.

Feng Xi narrowed his eyes and looked at the seat that symbolized the alliance leader.

Still not seated.

With his cultivation level, he could only rank third, and there were two other princes ahead of him.

As for the heads of the hundreds of clans, the strongest ones are only peak holy kings and half-step almighty ones.

You can only enter the main hall and sit down, there is no possibility of going forward.

"The army of the underworld is already preparing. I see, it will set off within the month."

Wu Zhaohou let out a long sigh.

Bing Fengxi looked over and saw that Wu Zhaohou had the head of an animal and was wearing a half-civilian half-military robe and armor. His furry paws held the tea cup and then put it down. The huge wolf head was full of sadness.

Chunhanhou's fish eyes were full of solemnity: "If it doesn't work out, we should ask Wang Ting to intervene. Doing this by Guanminghou is just pushing us to a dead end. Every family is not big and has a big business. Without spiritual veins, our practice will be a problem." , is it possible to really become his ministers in the underworld? We are the princes, the great powers of the princes!"

Marquis Guiyuan slapped the table hard: "Wang Ting doesn't care. I see that Wang Ting's strength is shrinking day by day. What else is left besides the name?"

"That one is the Ancient Emperor after all."

"So what if it's ancient..."

"There is no hope for the royal court."

"Who can you count on?"

"I think the Nether Clan can provide backing." Marquis Guiyuan said loudly.

The expressions of the powerful words in the back row were different, and Feng Xi had been observing them without speaking.

It wasn't until everyone's emotions came up that he said with a smile: "Everyone has received a letter of challenge and gathered here. We must come up with a charter. Should we fight or surrender?"

"Of course we can't surrender. We are all princes. How can we be his ministers?"

The Marquis of Guiyuan shouted loudly.

"He is just a three-flower weapon spirit. Since the battle on the East China Sea, we all know that he relies on the magic power of the military master, and Guanminghou's cultivation level is still one flower."

"Our nine powerful tribes can fight together."

"The saints of hundreds of tribes can take the opportunity to block the underworld army, and even penetrate the demonic land."

"Since the Royal Court doesn't care, then destroy the Demon Underworld."

Wuzhaohou turned his eyes and asked: "A group of dragons cannot be leaderless. Who can be the leader of the Nine Lords and Hundreds of Clans?"

"Of course it's Marquis Ying Wei!" Marquis Chunhan didn't hesitate to take the second spot in the team.

It was a crow-headed power, with golden feathers shining brightly. The fire pattern between his eyebrows was like the brand of ancient divine fire, and a pair of divine eyes burned with eternal flames.

Lord Huo Yao smiled and did not answer, but looked at the person further ahead.

Dragon head and body.

A strong and powerful opening.

"Unfortunately, Brother Long Ren will not be the leader of the alliance." Feng Xi shook his head regretfully.

"I think the senior should be the leader of the alliance."

When Marquis Guiyuan heard what Feng Xi had said, he immediately pointed out that among the nine tribes, only these three people were in the realm of two flowers.

Everyone knows that Long Renxuan doesn't want to be in the limelight, and Huo Yadaojun is a bit crazy, so Bing Fengxi is the best choice.

"I am a latecomer in front of the two seniors, how can I take on the important responsibilities." Feng Xi waved his hand quickly.

The dragon man shook his head and said: "I will not be the leader of the nine tribes."

Taoist Lord Huo Ya turned his eyes slightly, glanced at He Feng Xi, and said calmly: "Brother Longren has a reason not to be the leader of the alliance, and Taoist friend Bing Feng also feels that he cannot take on the big responsibility..."

Ling Fengxi's face darkened, and he interrupted Taoist Master Huo Ya: "Do you want to recommend yourself, fellow Taoist?"

It's not that he doesn't want to be the leader, but he can't go up so openly.

If Mr. Huo Ya Dao really borrowed the donkey from Poxia and Feng Xi, he would be very angry.

Lord Huo Yao chuckled:

"No."

"Since fellow Taoist leader doesn't intend to be the leader of the alliance, what are you doing?" Feng Xi continued to ask.

He saw the expressions on everyone's faces and realized that he was too obvious, but he had no choice but to fire the arrow. It would be better to say that this question would solve the problem. Dragon Renxuan withdrew, and Fire Crow Taoist Master did not intend to participate.

He was the only one left in the field.

Lord Huo Yao said calmly: "I want to recommend someone to be the leader of the alliance."

"who?"

"I!"

The young monk stepped forward.

The person who came was wearing a flat crown and a dark red robe, with a handsome face and an aquiline nose.

He walked slowly until he reached the leader's chair, sat down unceremoniously, held the armrests with both hands, and said calmly: "None of you can sit on this seat."

And Feng Xi shouted angrily: "Who are you?"

"My name is Wu Rong."

Wu Rong seemed to be feeling the comfort of the seat. From his slight frown, he could tell that the seat was not comfortable.

So he stood up, kicked over the leader's chair, looked at everyone and said: "From now on there will be no leader, only the Lord of the Underworld!"

"How brave!"

And Feng Xi shouted loudly.

Don't say that Wu Rong is the master of Laoshizi's underworld, he doesn't take it seriously at all.

A mere Ichika Dao-kun cannot survive ten moves in his hands.

Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly saw the faint mist standing next to Wu Rong.

It looked like a tall figure.

However, why did he only notice it now? With his strength, he shouldn't ignore it at all.

then.

A pair of reincarnation eyes containing life and death slowly opened in the void.

Just one glance.

And Feng Xi was covered in cold sweat on his forehead.

Plop.

Fall back into your seat.

Lord Huo Yao looked helpless.

He didn't want to recommend the other party, but the other party came to him.

He would never forget the horror of that day. He had only gone through three rounds in the hands of that gray figure, and the first two rounds were just given to him by the opponent.

How hopeless this is.

The other party wants to kill me, but I can't resist at all.

Only then did he finally realize the gap between Daojun.

What southern expedition?

Just to give them face.

As of now, there is only one opponent in the underworld.

Hades.

He even suspected that the Yin soldiers of the underworld were using the passage in order to block the Blood Sea Hades from interfering with the upper reaches of the River Styx.

Feng Xi squeezed out the words through his teeth: "We swarmed up, you... may not be able to kill us all."

"As long as his mana is exhausted, we have a chance of winning!"

Wu Rong smiled and said nothing.

Marquis Guiyuan held down the magic weapon and stood up in shock.

The mist turned into a cloak and was draped on a tall monk.

Just like the icy peaks of distant mountains, the face is glowing with a faint cyan color, and the fangs make the lower jaw look even sharper.

bite.

Purple-black thick nails touched Guiyuan Hou's forehead.

The coolness made Marquis Guiyuan shiver.

The devil standing in front of him looked sternly.

Speak slowly.

He said hoarsely: "Go back and tell fellow Daoist Blood Sea not to hinder the underworld from unifying the northwest."