Chapter 630: Selection

The battle of the thorn bird has just ended.
the other side.
The depths of the 900 million-layer world.
An extremely ridiculous and remote world.
No one, no force will be interested in this world.
After many years of confirmation, the world is considered to be the most ridiculous place.
Because there is nothing in this world, nothing grows, but it is extremely hard and extremely difficult to destroy.
The world is very small and can only accommodate hundreds of people standing at the same time.
Today, however, there are literally hundreds of practitioners standing here.
They came from the world of the various side of the practice and just returned from a battle.
They gathered here and secretly conducted a crucial negotiation.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
An old man stood in the middle of the field and shouted.
People turn a deaf ear.
The clouds of war are in the hearts of everyone.
Many practitioners whispered and talked loudly, blaming each other, and some people almost had to fight.
Contrary to this situation, more practitioners are downcast and sit there without saying a word.
Their eyes are worried, the whole person is motionless, it seems that the soul has left, and only one empty shell is left here.
The old man looked around and his face was deeply lost.
But soon, he revived.
He has to do this, otherwise the entire spiritual alliance will be finished.
The old man took a deep breath and encouraged all the spiritual powers to scream: "Give me peace!"
This screams out, the whole world is shaken, and even the void outside the world has rippled.
The voices of the practitioners are getting smaller.
The old man took this opportunity and said loudly: "I know that everyone is very depressed and frightened now, but now is not downcast, we have more urgent things to do."
After listening to this, some practitioners can't suppress their emotions, and they will speak.
The old man quickly reached out and pointed around the audience. He said: "The wound on my body is about to break out. Do you think that I will leave it alone now, and the soldiers will leave?"
When this sentence is said, the practitioners will have no voice at once.
The audience was completely quiet.
The old man sighed exhaustedly, and he felt a little comfort in his heart.
"As everyone knows, the practice of the magic country has issued an ultimatum, asking us to surrender immediately."
"At such a moment, many forces have fallen into the midst of war, and they are even more likely to lend a helping hand to us."
"But we are true practitioners. In any case, will you surrender to those scums and be slaves of order?"
"will not!"
"no way!"
"I would rather die than be a slave!"
"You are right!"
The practitioners have to sing.
The old man raised his voice and said again: "I must tell you something. The failure of this war is the reason for me alone. It is my command and lack of combat. This has caused the practice alliance to suffer tremendously. Strike."
A middle-aged monk couldn't help but sing: "It's not your problem, we are all clear."
Another monk sighed: "Yes, even though we formed the alliance, we have been passively beaten in the face of the practitioners who have relied on the order of the devil."
"The most important thing is that they have established a country of practice and the aid of the order of the devil. We are both practitioners, but we can't catch up with their speed of practice." Someone shouted.
This is a frustrating fact.
The practitioners finally couldn’t help but broke out again.
As a result, Daojun waved his hand and used the word-for-law method to forcefully suppress the rising arguments.
His laborious voice: "I am going to die, but our alliance is still under the pressure of war."
"The practice alliance needs a new leader to lead everyone to continue fighting."
"You must give your opinion as soon as possible."
When the Tao Jun finished, he took a breath and released the forbidden technique.
He waited quietly for the advice of everyone.
No one is talking.
Everyone is silent.
Suddenly, Dao sighed and said with anger: "You are not willing to be a slave to the preface of the devil, so you will be here, but now how can you choose a leader?"
Someone whispered: "I am arrogant, but I also ask for anger. Of course we are not willing, but we have just lost, even you..."
Suddenly, Daojun immediately responded: "Yes, they are aggressive, and the means are stronger than us. The order of the devil is always assisting them, but please rest assured that I will do something for everyone before I die."
Everyone looked up and showed a look of attention.
Suddenly, Daojun laughed at himself and said: "The old man has a body and a supernatural power, but he can't resist the persecution of the devil's preface. But if the old man fights this life, he can completely destroy most of their army!"
"In this way, for a period of time, the Magic Kingdom cannot start the war again."
"So! You! Now! You must take the time to choose a new leader!!!"
"Otherwise I will die without value!!!"
Having said that, Daojun is almost exhausted.
The practitioners are moving.
In order to fight against the preface of the demon king, Daojun has done his best and died.
These people have clearly survived, what else can be frustrated?
For the time being, they got rid of the shadow of the failure of war, revived their fighting spirit, and began to seriously consider this issue.
Several heads exchanged each other and eventually stood up together and said loudly: "We are at the helm of the world of Lingming, Qingyun Zun."
Their proposal immediately received a response from some practitioners.
"Qingyun Zun's master is a high-spirited person, and he is proud of his arrogance. He has always been inconsistent with the demon country. He is a leader of the alliance. We are very relieved."
"Yes, Qingyun Zun is trustworthy."
"I think it works."
People are talking about it.
But there are more people who are not making a sound.
Suddenly, Dao Wang looked to a middle-aged monk and asked: "Qing Yun Zun, what is your personal opinion?"
The middle-aged monk stood up and sighed.
He smiled bitterly: "I am very grateful to everyone for their love, but I know very well about my own weight."
"In this moment of internal and external difficulties, when the order is approaching, I have no confidence to lead the Alliance."
"In fact, I don't know until now how can we overcome those who are in order."
His words are about the hearts of everyone.
Yes.
In the same cultivation and realm, how should we fight, can we hope to defeat those who are orderly assisted?
This is a dead knot.
If no one can solve this knot, the Alliance will continue to defeat in the future battles until it is destroyed.
This is almost an ending that can be seen.
Everyone is ashamed of it.
Wait a while.
Several practitioners have elected a Sayādaw.
But the name of the sage also gave up.
The sage is for everyone, loudly: "I believe that many people who are similar to my level are the same in my heart."
"Even if you have failed, I don't think I can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Dao. I don't think I can lead the Alliance against the Magic."
"Please don't waste time recommending people like me. Next, everyone must choose a person who can really fight against order as a leader."
Everyone has echoed.
In the past, there may be many people who are willing to take charge of the entire alliance, and even fight for it.
But now is the moment of war. It is the moment when the Alliance will perish and the people will die at any time.
Who dares to take over the league in this darkest moment?
Who can say that he can save the entire spiritual alliance?
In the whole small world, the monks once again fell into long-term silence.
After a long time, there was a sound.

Maybe we can change our mindset and pick someone who has outstanding performance from the previous war.

Everyone is looking forward to it.
The only person who spoke was an old man wearing a robe and half-body still stained with blood.
He is the leader of a certain spiritual world. He has been brave in the previous wars and has been a little lost several times.
This is an admirable practitioner.
Someone agreed: "This method is good."
Qingyun Zun also smiled bitterly: "This time the battle, the entire league was defeated across the board, where to find someone who performed well?"
This is said, the audience is a quiet.
The practitioners unconsciously began to recall the previous war.
"...no." Someone hesitated.
"Yes, not completely defeated."
"It seems that there was an attack and a sound."
"I remembered it too."
"That was the only counterattack."
"And it’s still very successful."
"The loss is small."
"The sorcerer is killed by one person."
"Yes, I have read the battle report, it is indeed killed by one person."
"Is there such a person?"
"Yes, do you forget that the world that did not join the alliance for a long time?"
"What? Is that one?"
"It is that one."
The practitioners have been talking about it.
Suddenly, the king thought for a moment, then looked at the crowd, nodded slightly.
Daojun Lang said: "Now ask everyone to discuss whether the Taoist friend can be elected as the new leader of the alliance."
"This Taoist friend is Xie Daoling, the best performer in the battle."
"Please speak up to this." 8)