Yun Ling and the others also looked at each other. Is this a bit hasty and childish?
It was agreed that high-level monks would win or lose in a battle of wits, or was it agreed that strength would be respected?
After the Nascent Soul Lords notified the news, they all began to choose a disciple to fly up, and whoever was chosen would act as a representative to draw lots.
As the Nascent Soul True Lord began to order his disciples to come forward, all the monks on the ground began to stop their discussions, hold their breath and concentrate on waiting to see which lucky ones would show their faces in front of the True Lord.
Soon, except for Dongwang Zhenjun of Xuanling Sect who had not yet decided which disciple to step forward, the monks from other sects and the Wang family and Li family of the Juxian Alliance were already in place.
Zhenjun Dongwang looked at the monks below with a puzzled look on his face: "Well, I have a lot of young disciples from Xunyang Peak. They were all very close to me in the past. Who should I choose? Isn't this offending someone?"
Everyone: "..." Just kidding, who dares to be dissatisfied with his sect elder just because he was not selected.
"Disciples don't dare!" All the disciples present at Xunyang Peak prostrated themselves and shouted in unison.
Zhenjun Dongwang sighed again: "That's all, that's all, I never do evil people, so I won't choose from Xunyang Peak. Just you, that's right, I've seen you before, you are from Liuguang Peak
Or Lingmu Peak’s?”
The person he pointed at was clearly Yin Xing.
"Disciple Yin Xing is a disciple of Liuguang Peak!" Yin Xing stepped forward and bowed, his tone uneasy.
If you can win the lot on behalf of the sect, there will definitely be a reward.
The True Lords who all chose monks who had some relationship with them said: "..." Just be selfless.
When did fellow Taoist Dong Wang change his temper?
Everyone in the Xuanling Sect who is familiar with the inside story: "..." Elder Dongwang, are you planning to cheat?
Who among the Xuanling Sect doesn’t know Yin Xing’s opportunity...
"I'm optimistic about you, Junior Brother Yin." Yue Wuxian winked at him.
"Come on, Junior Brother Yin." Yun Ling blessed.
Yin Xing nodded towards the two of them and flew forward.
After Yin Xingfei came forward, Chang Ming Jian Zun spoke loudly and explained in a voice that everyone could hear clearly: "There are a hundred identical jade stones in this wooden box, only one has a word "fire" engraved in the middle. You ten people
Pick one piece out at the same time every time, and the one with the word in it wins!"
"Come up, everyone, let's get started."
Changming Sword Master opened the lid of the wooden box and asked the ten selected foundation-building monks to step forward.
Suddenly being entrusted with an important task, the ten people present looked at each other, and no one dared to move.
"Speed up, this is a moment of chance. Even if you fail, the sect will not blame you." True Lord Hanlu urged.
The other True Lords also nodded towards their disciples: "Go."
In the first round, ten people took a square jade stone and split it open.
Everyone below also waited with bated breath.
"Lingyu Sect, none."
"Danxia Valley, none."
"Sword Sect, Wu..."
The nine people in front all shook their heads. Just when Changming Sword Master was about to speak, Yin Xing raised the jade in his palm.
"Xuanling Sect, it seems... there is!"
Got it in the first round? All the True Lords looked suspicious, only Lord Dong Wang smiled secretly.
"Bring it here, let me take a look," True Lord Hanlu stepped forward and snatched the jade.
After taking a look, he stared at Yin Xing with a complicated expression for a while, and murmured: "It's really my handwriting..."
Zhenjun Dongwang smiled brightly and saluted everyone: "Thank you all fellow Taoists for your kindness. If so, I won't be polite!"
Although the few True Monarchs were unwilling to do so, they were still people who kept their word, especially in full public view. They could only nod their heads in congratulations and said, "The Xuanling Sect is still blessed with deep blessings."
Changming Sword Master also smiled and said: "This fire is about to mature. Fellow Taoist Dong Wang, go down and get it. We will protect the Dharma for you."
"Then thank you very much."
Zhenjun Dongwang slowly fell down. At this time, the spiritual light in the center of the lake was strong. Waves of spiritual waves were like ripples, layer by layer, radiating the power of the fire spirit outwards.
The surroundings are getting hotter and hotter.
Yun Ling had to use her spiritual power to hold up the spiritual light shield to prevent her skin from being burned by the heat wave.
Seeing this, Yue Wuchen didn't understand why she couldn't afford the defensive weapon, so she didn't ask any more questions. He just expanded the defensive range of his magical weapon a bit to include her.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yue." She said gratefully.
Yue Wuchen smiled warmly, like a breeze blowing on her face: "Junior Sister Yun, you don't have to be polite."
Finally, when a red light exploded into the sky, fire was born!
The fire suspended in mid-air shone with a dazzling red light. After a few glances, Yun Ling felt extremely hot.
Unable to look directly.
When the monks present saw this rare treasure, they would be lying if they said they were not moved. But whoever dares to take action under the watchful eyes of so many Yuanying True Monarchs would be putting their own necks under the guillotine and seeking death.
Among the five elements, fire is the most difficult to conquer because of its scorching heat and instability.
The nine Nascent Soul Masters used their spiritual power to control the surrounding firepower in mid-air. They also set up a spirit gathering array and used some of their own magic power to help Master Dongwang conquer the fire.
The fire contains infinite power of spiritual fire. Even Dongwang Zhenjun, who is a Nascent Soul monk with a fire spirit root, feels a little uncomfortable when he gets close to it.
Sweat beads rolled down from his forehead and dripped down his robe. Before they fell to the ground, they turned into water vapor and dissipated.
He kept holding magic spells with both hands. He should be using high-level spirit-binding arts and spirit-sealing arts to cast spells on the fire one by one. Only by binding and sealing them can they be put into a special magic weapon and taken back.
.
Otherwise, let alone bringing it back, the storage magic weapon will turn into ashes if it touches it even slightly.
Everyone's attention is on Zhenjun Dongwang. There are not many opportunities to watch the Yuanying monk cast spells with their own eyes. It is worth their serious study.
An hour later, the sealing of fire had come to an end, and the burning sensation around him gradually dissipated.
Just when Zhenjun Dongwang was making the last spell, a black shadow flew forward and struck him to the ground with a flash of light.
"Who?" He yelled angrily, and Chongzao's face instantly turned pale.
The man in black ignored him and used his spiritual thread to lead the fire towards the distance.
At the same time, four of the True Lords in mid-air fell down.
"Who attacked me?"
True Lord Wenhai, True Lord Guanghui, True Lord Hanlu and True Lord Shatang all vomited blood and were already injured.
The remaining four True Lords had already fought together with the three men in black who suddenly appeared, and the Changming Sword Master was holding a long sword in his hand and chasing the man in black who was holding the fire.
The monks who were watching below were shocked by this sudden scene. They came to their senses after a while, and they all used their flying magic weapons to escape.
Unfortunately it's too late.
Hundreds of men in black appeared out of nowhere and began to surround and kill them from all directions.
The leader was dressed in black and had a silver face, no different from the other men in black.
But Yun Ling still recognized him!
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