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"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Weiheng, congratulations!"

"You are so lucky, it's really enviable."

Everyone knew that he was deliberately mocking Weiheng.

After all, the gates of the Golden Soul Temple and Feixing Hall are not far apart, and the two sects have had friction before.

Although Feixing Hall only has one Dao Venerable Weiheng, it has never been inferior to the Golden Soul Temple with two Dao Venerables.

It's just who would have thought that there was no winner or loser in their direct confrontation before. Now on the front line, life and death are divided because of lottery.

Weiheng gritted his teeth, ignoring Yang Gong Daozun's ridicule.

Instead, he looked at the elder Ming Yatian on the high platform with grief and indignation.

"The first three draws in our Feixing Hall were all black draws!"

"Every time, we have disciples killed!"

"And this time, we got the red lottery again. Isn't that going too far?"

Even if you want to operate behind the scenes, even if you use us as cannon fodder, you still need to give people some hope occasionally, right?

He clenched his fists tightly and said angrily, "Isn't this forcing us to die?"

"Bold!"

The elder's face sank.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you saying that we Ming Yatian did something unfair and secretly did things?"

"That's what he thinks, and his heart can be punished!"

Yang Gong was still fanning the flames.

"Weiheng, you are so courageous, how dare you question Ming Yatian and disrespect you Taoist saints!"

"What are you to blame?"

"I do not have!"

Dao Zun Weiheng is not stupid, he knows that even if this is the truth, he can't say it clearly.

Because of this crime, I can't bear it.

He could only change his words.

"I just feel that this task is too difficult."

"We Feixing Hall only have more than 30 disciples, and we are weak and can't afford such a heavy responsibility..."

"There's nothing I can't afford."

The elder waved his hand impatiently.

"The above will not despise you for being incompetent, as long as you do your best, understand?"

"What's more, if you don't go, who should go?"

"that is!"

Daozun Yanggong was helping out again.

"Others can go to the red lottery, why can't you go to Feixing Hall?"

"Are your Feixing Hall disciples more expensive than others?"

Weiheng wanted to strangle him to death.

But in the end, he could only leave the camp with the red sign under the gazes of everyone either sympathetically or fortunately.

Returning to the fairy boat in Feixing Hall, the 35 second- and third-generation disciples who were waiting inside immediately gathered around.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Master, what sign did you draw this time?"

"Our first three times were all black draws, and six senior brothers died. It's our turn to draw white draws this time, right?"

"Haha, according to common sense, it's our turn to take a rest at the camp."

Facing a pair of eyes full of anticipation, Dao Zun Weiheng suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Especially in the face of the man and woman at the head, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang, these brothers and sisters, he accidentally met when he traveled to the Land of Dao 30 billion years ago.

Before that, Weiheng had been roaming alone.

After meeting this pair of brothers and sisters whose cultivation was only in the realm of the Immortal King, he was inexplicably moved to accept his disciples.

Gradually, the later Feixing Hall came into being.

Although they did not have as much income and scale as most sects, each disciple here is like his son and nephew.

Even though the one with the lowest cultivation level among them is only at the fifth level of the Emperor Realm.

And the only two supreme leaders in the sect, Ye Ming and Ye Tang, devoted his countless efforts.

He couldn't imagine that one day, they would die in front of him one after another.

However, some things cannot be escaped even if they are not said.

"We're... a red sign this time."

"what?"

"Red sign!"

"how so?"

Several disciples in the room seemed to have suddenly lost all their strength and sat down on the ground.

"God, this is for us to die!"

"There are 20 junior brothers and sisters among us who can't even come to the Venerable. Is it not a child's play to send us to spy on intelligence?"

"Don't think about it, we have been signed three times in a row, and this time with a red one, someone is deliberately targeting us!"

"It must be instigated by the Golden Soul Temple, after all, they know the Taoist Church Miao!"

"Yes, there are 10,000 ways for them to kill us..."

The disciples were angry and sad, completely unable to accept this ending.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang performed much better than others.

After three seconds of shock and unwillingness, he quickly calmed down.

Ye Ming said solemnly: "For today's plan, only think of a way to survive as much as possible!"

"Going to the front line to spy on intelligence is not without tactics. We can consider passively executing orders and not approaching the camp on the Tiangong side."

"It's useless."

Wei Heng shook his head.

"After receiving the red sign, Ming Yatian can know our location at any time at the back."

"Once the miller is found, he will be executed when he returns."

Ye Tang pursed her lips and lowered her voice.

"Then let's go to Xiaomangyu."

"On the way to spy on, just leave this **** Mingzai domain, as long as you enter there, there will be a way to survive!"

"This way doesn't work either."

Weiheng shook his head again.

"Ming Yatian will chase and kill us, and we will be killed before we reach Xiaomang Domain~www.wuxiaspot.com~."

"If it weren't for this reason, I would have taken you there long ago, you know..."

He sighed lightly and his eyes became firm.

"Forget it, I've reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and I can only count on that one."

After saying that, his eyes swept across every disciple present.

"Each of you is left with 35 hairs, or 35 drops of blood, to be handed over to others for safekeeping."

"what?"

The disciples expressed their incomprehension.

"Master, what does this mean?"

"Yes, Master, what's the use of this?"

"You've been a bit rambunctious, could it be that you still practice witchcraft?"

Dao Zun Weiheng smiled slightly.

"This is a first-line opportunity to save everyone, you just do what you want."

Weiheng breathed a sigh of relief when everyone had 35 other people's hairs or drops of blood.

"If any of you are lucky enough to survive this war in the future and leave Mingzai Domain alive, remember to go to Feixianmen."

"Fei Xianmen?"

The disciples were shocked.

"You're talking about the Feixianmen in Xiaomangyu?"

Since the previous battle of the Rouyue Leader, Feixianmen is now very well-known in the entire Yuanxian Realm.

Jiang Cheng's name made countless immortals feel like thunder.

But for these disciples in the field, it was like the legendary sect, and it was too far away from them.

"Yes."

Wei Heng smiled and nodded.

"It's the Feixianmen that shocked the entire Primordial Immortal Realm."

There was a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

"When I got there, I asked to see the head of Jiang, and then handed over this thing, and he would naturally understand everything."

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