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Ghost Clan.

Holy Land.

Mitian Miao Palace.

The monks lying on the ground reported respectfully.

"Yan Huasheng is dead?"

The old man with long beard and white hair sitting high on the throne of Wonderland opened his eyes, and even the vertical eye on his forehead showed a bit of surprise: "Was it Xuehai who did it?"

"Xuehai Taoist did it, but he didn't kill Yan Huasheng, but fought against the Buddha of the West."

The powerful presented the scene of that day in detail, without any exaggeration or self-change, as if everything was replayed in front of him.

"He did it." The old man with long beard and three eyes on Wonderland sighed and nodded.

Xuehai finally expressed his attitude.

As the ancestor of one of the ten clans of Yintian, Xuehai Taoist is extraordinary in both talent and practice. If he didn't want to achieve the perfect method of repairing the sky, Xuehai Taoist would not be stuck in this state.

The mighty man pondered for a moment and said, "Report to the ancestor, the people in the clan are very angry."

"It is because the weapon spirit is specifically designed to defeat our clan."

"This battle shows his supernatural power even more."

"Our clan cultivators are naturally half a level lower than him. If they meet him, they will have a hard time saving their lives."

The three-eyed old man with a long beard said indifferently, "He practices the way of life and death and the law of reincarnation. Our clan cultivators are naturally subject to some control. Don't act rashly for the time being. He will have a great disaster and someone will take him in at that time."

"Then I will crush the weapon and break the road of life and death in reincarnation."

"You can go to the East Wilderness and ask that person if he still remembers the agreement."

"Yes!"

...

"No need to be polite."

Wu Rong took two steps forward and supported the many mighty people of the Nether Clan.

After a few greetings, he invited the mighty people to enter the main ship hall.

The banquet was held as scheduled.

It was night.

The guests were all happy.

The cultivators of the Hades followed Xiong Boshen and left, leaving only Xiong Jianzun.

Although they had reached an alliance, the Hades needed powerful people in all the lands, and the cultivators had to practice to maintain their cultivation, so they could not all follow the Hades. So they asked the three-flowered powerful Xiong Jianzun in the tribe to ask for a job in the Hades and accompany the Hades to conquer the south and the east.

Wu Rong stayed with the high-level officials of the Hades to discuss future strategies.

Xiong Jianzun was also among them, but he was obviously just a spectator.

Wu Rong looked at the six powerful people and said, "Since you are willing to submit to the Hades, you should serve as officials in the court..."

He told the deeds of the various tribes in the Demonic Hades.

At the same time, he ordered the rest of the gods to measure the land and divide the counties. As long as they were the people of the Hades, they had to obey his orders.

The powerful could have their own dojo, but without such a large territory and resources to support them, they could only keep the spiritual veins.

Everyone was still immersed in the joy of defeating the Hades.

Suddenly, they all frowned.

It's OK to serve as an official in the court, since they are all idle positions anyway, and they can come and go as they please like a guest official.

Secondly, all resources and clans must be under the control of the court.

Not to mention them, even the saints of hundreds of clans would probably question it.

Daojun Huo Ya tucked his sleeves into his pockets, smacked his lips and shrank his neck.

He wanted to have an opinion, but after experiencing it in person, he was completely honest.

Bing Fengxi looked around, he thought everyone would stand up, but they were all silent, at most they looked questioning and didn't say anything.

The remaining few people would not say much, they were more worried about the accumulation of their clan and their vast territory.

However, the unification of the underworld is the general trend, and the princes will not be allowed to own their own land, otherwise there will be two results.

One: Go to another place.

Two: Fight a battle with the underworld.

The demon clan who went to another place was easily detained, and the underworld clan who fought a battle also became honest.

Whoever wants to try that person's method can do it.

Wu Rong glanced over and said calmly: "This matter has been decided, and it will proceed as usual."

"After the remaining gods have counted it, the identity tokens of the underworld will be issued."

...

Buzz!

The giant ship roared like an ancient beast.

The mighty steam from the internal combustion furnace blocked the sun and the sky, as if it had turned into an eternal sky.

The accompanying fleet was like a surging herd of beasts, but it was moving in an orderly manner. When the giant ship opened the network node and expanded the ripples with the giant ship, it sailed into the void with the giant ship.

...

The Asura giant ship.

In the tent.

The Asura clan leaders gathered together.

"What does he mean?!"

Luo Manping looked at the ancestor in astonishment, frowning and saying, "Do we Shura clan have to follow the same rules?"

Luo Tiangui stood up angrily and said loudly, "When his underworld was weak, he couldn't even resist the invasion of the demons in the north. It was my clan that sent troops to guard the border for him. It was also thanks to my clan that he developed steadily in the next sixty years. Now he has unified the northwest. Great, now that he is strong, should my clan be included in it?"

The first immortal Luo Shentong held the teacup and said nothing.

Luo Tianluo was the one who presided over the underworld, but he still questioned such a decision: "He... can't forget the old friendship."

While speaking, he looked at the clan leader Luo Manping.

"Clan leader..."

"I don't agree. The underworld should promise us independence!" Another Shura clan saint stood up and responded.

"Independence!"

"Must be independent!"

The Shura clan saints shouted endlessly, almost scolding Wu Rong for being ungrateful.

Luo Manping felt uncomfortable. He thought that the Shura tribe would get huge benefits if they invested early. They were indeed promoted and made money. They would have the opportunity to advance further if they won military merits, but the price they had to pay was too heavy.

This was putting the entire Shura tribe on the chariot of his underworld.

If they could not be independent, they would lose the power to swing.

Should we become part of a big force or become a big clan?

Even if it has great benefits, what about the revival of the Shura clan themselves?

What about the ambition to become a wealthy Yintian clan?

The ancients said: I would rather have a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

Luo Tianzhen shouted: "You must be independent and have enough strength!"

"Otherwise, once we cause trouble, we will give the underworld an excuse to send troops, and we, who were originally justified, will be suppressed."

"We are all dead, who can take charge of the overall situation of the Shura clan?"

Luo Tianhui slammed the table in anger and shouted coldly: "If you can't swallow your anger, I don't believe that the underworld dares to risk the disapproval of the world and annex your benefactor."

Luo Tiantai said in a deep voice: "Clan Chief, go and talk to the palace master. Based on your friendship with that person..., why don't we let Luo Yangwu do the talking? After all, he was once that person's 'disciple'. If he comes to intercede, we will definitely win our independence."

"You all know Yang Wu's physical condition. He is just hanging on for a breath. If you let him see Tushanjun, will he turn to us?"

"I don't agree."

"I don't agree either."

"Luo Yangwu must play a more important role." I don't know who said this suddenly.

"nonsense!"

Luo Manping angrily rebuked, the Great Holy Spirit burst into action, pointed at the noses of the senior officials of the Shura clan, and cursed: "When will I have to rely on a child to survive and use a child as a bargaining chip for blackmail? You saints are shameless to me. Still want face."

"Everyone wants to be independent. Okay, you hand over your underworld identity token first."

"No one should use the Great Realm to practice Kung Fu."

"No one should take the Yinhun Pill."

"No one should use the merits of the underworld to exchange for anything, let alone enjoy the various constructions and resources of the underworld."

"You can give up these things, and I will risk my life not to tell Tushanjun too."

The saints of the Shura tribe were scolded so badly that they all became rude. They really wanted to be independent, but they couldn't give up the things in their hands.

The Underworld Identity Token is of great benefit to cultivation, and the Yinhun Pill has completely replaced all cultivation pills. Various infrastructure and resources will also bring great benefits to the Shura Clan.

Not to mention anything else, just setting up a school has given the Shura clan a lot of knowledge.

Of course they don't want to give it up.

Luo Tianhui hesitated for a long time before he managed to squeeze out the words: "We deserve this. Back then we..."

"Back then, back then..."

Luo Manping was furious: "How long are you going to defend a North Demonic Abyss? Gratitude becomes enmity. Do you really think that Wu Rong has no ability to suppress the Demonic Abyss? It's just that he couldn't take action at that time, so he had to concentrate on the inside." Development is.

"What should we do?"

"Are we just stupid? We have no temper."

"us……"

"Enough!"

"..."

"Have you finished talking?" The old god Luo Shentong looked at everyone and filled a cup of tea for himself. The great sage beside him wanted to join hands, but Luo Shentong pushed him aside.

He took a sip of tea and said calmly: "The master of the palace allows us to talk behind closed doors just to show our dignity."

"Whoever doesn't want to look decent, I will help him look decent."

The saints of the Shura tribe looked at their ancestors in shock.

"Ancestor."

"..."

"Ancestor!"

"Why don't you go to..."

"It is the general trend for the underworld to dominate the northwest, and even more so for the underworld to bow its head." Luo Shentong raised his head slightly and looked upward.

He also saw that behind the Underworld was not only the Taiyi Shengxian Sect but also Dongyue. No one except Dongyue could let the Underworld make a choice so quickly.

Even the Yintian clan cannot disobey, so what does the Shura clan mean?

"But we..."

…

"Report!"

"The master of the palace is outside the palace."

The saints of the Shura tribe hurried inside to report.

"Please."

"No."

"I'll go out to greet you."

If it was Wu Rong in the past, he was still in the Yihua realm and could not go out. But it is different now. Wu Rong has greatly improved and they must go out. At the same time, it also expresses the attitude of the Shura clan.

…

"Senior, please trouble me to greet you." Wu Rong came forward with a smile.

"It should."

"please."

Enter the palace.

The saints who were noisy just now shut their mouths tightly.

But they all looked at Luo Manping eagerly.

Luo Manping sighed, it was difficult for him to be the leader of the clan, but he had to try no matter what.

He cupped his hands and saluted and said: "That's right, Palace Master, it was Palace Master Ye who asked all the great powers to hand over their territories and clans. We discussed it, and our Shura clan..."

Luo Manping was somewhat speechless: "Can the Shura clan be allowed to have...independence..."

Wu Rong, who was sitting on the throne, said with a smile: "Clan Chief Luo, don't talk about independence anymore. I can't give the Shura clan such power."

Luo Manping bowed his head regretfully.

"but……"

"I have another idea."

"That is the autonomy of the Shura tribe."

"autonomy?"

Luo Manping looked up at Wu Rong in surprise.

“What is autonomy?”

late.