A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"You, for your own selfish reasons, started a war in advance, which will destroy the Immortal Sect!"

"How can you bear it?"

Amid the murderous intent in the sky, under the gaze of countless old Yuanying Zhenjun, Zhenjun Bo Ming roared.

Jiang Ding fell into thought.

Zhenjun Bo Ming, also an old Yuanying, also desperately wanted to get the opportunity to become a god, which was the strong instinctive desire of life to survive.

But now, he was preventing the war from coming early.

"Bo Ming!"

"Don't use flowery words, you are short-sighted!"

Zhenjun Dinghai snorted coldly: "The reasons you mentioned must have been considered by the predecessors. Since they have been approved, it means that now is the best time to start a war. How can a little Yuanying cultivator make noises!"

"Yes, that's it!"

"Zhenjun Bo Ming has too much contact with the immortal sects outside the realm, so he is unconsciously intimidated by them. How foolish is he?"

The surrounding Zhenjuns spoke one after another, from the relationship between the realms, to the natural appeasement tendency of the diplomatic department, to the contempt for the humanities, all kinds of arguments, all kinds of rhetoric added up, it is completely a detailed humanities paper.

"Don't say these nonsense!"

"I only ask one question, do you dare to answer?"

Zhenjun Bo Ming looked at the noisy Yuanying Zhenjun below with a cold brow, and snorted coldly: "Since the development speed of the immortal sect is faster than the eight major immortal sects, why not try to postpone the war time to gain the greatest advantage?!"

The surroundings were silent.

"How can things in the world go as one wishes..."

"It's not good to wait too long..."

Zhenjun Dinghai and others answered his questions in a roundabout way.

"I dare not answer directly,"

Zhenjun Boming sneered.

"You are a group of selfish monks...ah!"

Just as he was about to say something, an old man with a wrinkled face like an orange peel flew up from below.

"What are you arguing about!"

"I'm so annoyed!"

The old man didn't care about anything, grabbed the collar, raised his fist and beat him, beating him randomly, making Zhenjun Boming scream and speechless.

A guard flew over from a distance, was stunned, and retreated.

"You deserve it!"

Zhang Junsheng gloated.

"This..."

Jiang Ding frowned in his heart, unhappy.

Zhenjun Boming must have the right to speak!

This is given to him by the law of the immortal gate. He can argue, unite more people to oppose, and drown his voice with more voices.

But this kind of rude silence...

"Jiang Ding, it's not what you think."

"The guards were not bribed by us."

Zhen Hai Zhen Jun knew his students and waved his hands: "The one who is beating Zhen Jun Bo Ming is Zhen Jun Pin Bo, who has made great achievements in the application of water wave magic and can be regarded as one of the ancestors of the wave magic of Xianmen...

But these are not important.

The important thing is that he is Zhen Jun Bo Ming's father."

"So that's it!"

Jiang Ding suddenly realized.

Just now, it should be Zhen Jun Bo Ming who stopped the guards from coming, probably because of the reason that the monks were fighting. It is normal for many high-level monks to exchange a few things from time to time.

Attacking others in the Xianmen Military Hall is a felony!

No matter what, you can't put your father in jail for dozens or hundreds of years, right?

"Old thing, even if you do this...ah...I won't give in..."

"Ah..."

Zhen Jun Bo Ming screamed and couldn't finish a sentence, but he was still talking. If he couldn't speak with his mouth, he would use his consciousness to spread his views to the Yuanying monks around him.

Gradually, many Nascent Soul cultivators who were originally full of murderous intent fell silent.

Even the three of Dinghai Zhenjun sighed secretly, thinking about something.

Jiang Ding knew at a glance that they hesitated.

In the hearts of many Zhenjuns, the survival of the immortal sect is as important as their own life and death. Don’t look at their murderous faces. Maybe they have given up in their hearts, or even been persuaded by Bo Ming Zhenjun and started to fight against the war.

In this regard, although Jiang Ding’s heart was restless with murderous intent and he was worried about Daozi’s heart, he still didn’t say anything.

He walked into the military assembly hall, found his seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

His life was too short. He was only sixteen years old. He didn’t know many things at all. It was difficult for him to make correct judgments in the face of the realm-level situation.

Three days passed quickly.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked around. Thousands of Nascent Soul Zhenjuns and nearly a hundred Huashen Tianjuns had arrived and sat in their seats.

So many powerful people gathered in this small space, and inadvertently exuded a pressure that filled the hall. The air was almost frozen. The Jindan foundation-building cultivators could hardly speak or think in this environment.

"... This military meeting officially begins."

Yuan presided over the military meeting and said: "The Xianmen Military Committee appoints Shenji Tianjun as the commander-in-chief of this campaign and the prime minister of all matters of this campaign..."

"Objection!"

"I oppose this campaign!"

"Senior Yuan, it's not too late to stop it now!"

A voice appeared, and everyone looked sideways.

Sure enough, it was Bo Ming Zhenjun.

He had a swollen nose and face, and there was a magic breath in the scars, which could not heal. He was very embarrassed, but his voice was firm, even when facing the Huashen cultivator.

"According to the procedure, I will apply for a re-vote on the execution of this campaign with the authority of the Minister of Foreign Affairs who has not yet resigned!"

Yuan was stunned.

Countless eyes looked over, including many surprised eyes of Huashen Tianjun.

"I always think that the time is not ripe yet!"

Lord Bo Ming said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, fellow Taoists, why can't we continue to wait? A hasty war will put our Immortal Sect in danger of extinction!"

Many Nascent Soul Lords clasped their hands and stared at him.

The expressions of the god-transforming heavenly kings were dull.

"reason?"

Far from angry, he asked.

"The development speed of the Immortal Sect is faster than that of the Eight Immortal Sects. The further we get to the back, the more advantage we have. Even thousands of years later, when the Great Sun Swordsman fully grows up, our war will be a victory from the beginning!"

"Why can't we wait?"

"What does a moment of humiliation and a moment of waiting mean?"

Lord Bo Ming roared.

True Lord Dinghai felt murderous intent in his heart.

A moment of waiting?

This moment was his entire life, and all his chances of becoming a god would be ruined, waiting to die of old age.

"Zhenjun Bo Ming, your considerations are reasonable to a certain extent, but,"

He looked at the commander-in-chief Shenji Tianjun from afar and motioned for him to speak.

"But it's too one-sided!"

Lord Shen Ji Tianjun took over the conversation and said slowly: "The Eight Immortal Sects should not look at them with the eyes of large forces. Instead, we should look at the eight great Void Refining Masters and what they are like."

"Any emotion such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy that can be achieved by refining the power of the void can affect the life and death of billions of living beings."

"The great master of refining the void is the Immortal Sect."

"What's the point of this?"

True Lord Bo Ming was furious and refused to give him face.

He thought that this was just like the Nascent Soul Lords who were just talking about right and wrong, refusing to answer his questions directly and speaking directly without any tact.

"You just said,"

Lord Shenji raised his eyebrows and continued.

"The development speed of the Immortal Sect is faster. If we continue to wait, our strength will be relatively stronger than the Eight Immortal Sects.

"That's right, even though we are poorer."

"As for waiting for the Great Sun Sword Child to grow up... this is very difficult. The current estimated time for the Great Sun Infant Secret Technique Project is one thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven years.

It is impossible to estimate the future mystical skills. "

Jiang Ding was silent.

"But, Bo Ming, you didn't consider one thing!"

The coercion of Shenji Tianjun unknowingly bloomed. Among them, the terrifying scenes of seas of blood and seas of blood that the old monks had experienced flashed across the realm, causing many Nascent Soul True Lords to suffocate and their magic power stagnated.

"You haven't considered the lifespan of the Void Refining Power!"

"Do you know how long the lifespan of the Eight Immortal Sects' Void Refining cultivators is left?"

Lord Shen Ji Tianjun said coldly: "The estimate of the Immortal Sect is between six thousand and eight thousand years. The lifespan of the Void Refining Power of each Immortal Sect is different, but it is generally within this range."

"You think we don't want to wait?"

"The great power of refining the void is not an immortal or a god. This is certain."

"They have a strong desire to survive. Under normal circumstances, the Great Lianxu will never ignore the danger and fight to the death. For the sake of the sect and for the sake of justice, no one dares to ask the Great Lianxu to do so."

"You want to wait thousands more years?"

Lord Shenji Tianjun said sternly.

"Did you know that every year that passes and the life span of the Void Refining Powers is reduced by one year, their danger will increase by one point, and every thousand years that pass, the danger of the Void Refining Powers will increase by one point , thousands of years?”

"Thousands of years later,"

"We will see eight powerful Void Refiners who are about to end their lifespans!"

"This situation,"

"Who can resist? Who will resist?"

"Who can bear it?!"

"So now, it's the best fighter!"

Lord Shenji calmed down slightly and said slowly: "The Great Master of Refining the Void is entering his old age, but there is still a long time to spend.

At times like this, the older the person, the more they cherish their own life. On the contrary, they are not as impulsive as teenagers or in their prime. When emotions and violence rise, they will give up without even frowning if they have a life span of tens of thousands of years. "

"This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is the best time for the Immortal Sect to start a war and liberate the many small realms that are bloody ruled by the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace."

"Once this strategic window passes, it's gone."

"Due to various considerations, we did not communicate with you little guys before. It is indeed our fault. Please forgive us."

Divine Lord Shenji bowed slightly.

"Senior, your words are serious."

Jiang Ding and many Nascent Soul Lords stood up quickly and hurriedly returned the greetings.

"Do you still have questions?"

Lord Shenji looked at Lord Bo Ming.

"No, no more."

Zhenjun Bo Ming's face turned red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

"Ha ha!"

"Bo Ming, it doesn't have to be like this."

Yuan laughed and said appreciatively: "What's there to be shy about? Just ask if you don't understand. It's natural.

Even if he is a monk who transforms into gods, what does that mean?

These are the good sons and daughters of us Xianmen citizens. The majesty and persecution of our predecessors cannot change us. "

"Three people go together there must be my teacher."

The sound from far away is louder.

"Everyone, you should learn from Zhenjun Bo Ming."

"yes!"

"That's what Senior Yuan said!"

Jiang Ding and a group of Nascent Soul Lords immediately stood up and saluted Lord Bo Ming sincerely: "Sir Lord Bo Ming, I salute you. Thank you for your advice. We have benefited a lot, and I am very grateful."