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Chapter 1109 Palace Master
South of Yu County.

A tower reaching into the sky in a vast territory.

This place is the land of the Bingfeng clan.

In the Pengtian Xuan Palace.

The panicked monk Bingfeng came hurriedly.

He fell to his knees.

He kowtowed three times respectfully to the figure on the lotus platform before reporting: "Report, clan leader, something bad has happened!"

"Something bad happened!"

Bing Fengxi snorted coldly and shouted in a muffled voice: "What's wrong? Tell the truth."

The monk of the Bingfeng clan quickly held up the jade slip with both hands and said, "Reporting to the clan leader, the underworld has declared war on us. We have one month to make a decision, either surrender or fight."

"What?!" Bing Fengxi was stunned, and took the jade slip and read it with his spiritual sense.
His complexion suddenly changed.
The content of the jade slip is correct and it indeed talks about this matter.

Snapped.

Then he sealed the jade slip with tin.

His brows were furrowed.

Why would the underworld declare war on them so suddenly?

"Zhao... forget it, they can't help much." Bing Fengxi sighed.

He was the only one in the entire clan who reached the fourth step.

Although they are both marquisate cultivators, their strengths can still be seen. It is said that the Lord of Killing Dao who killed the Ancient Immortal Tower on the coast of the East China Sea had attained the Three Flowers sixty years ago.

Even if he tied up his entire clan, they would still not be his match.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the man's true body is the soul of the Supreme Soul Banner, the spirit of the magic weapon. The one who controls the magic weapon is still Yihua Daojun, also known as Guanming Hou.

Once you make a move, even if your magic power is exhausted, you still have a chance of winning.

Bing Fengxi took out the jade slip, and his magic power lit up. Before he could ask any questions, a deep voice came from the other side: "You also got the declaration of war."

"What?!" Bing Fengxi widened his eyes in surprise.

"It seems so."

The deep voice continued, "All the Dao Lords bordering this land have received the declaration of war."

"How much in total?"

"I estimate there are about seven or eight people from the hundred tribes."

"Hades is crazy?"

Bing Fengxi opened his mouth in confusion.

Even if that person is the Three Flower Spirit, worthy of being called an ancestor, with the strength of the Demonic Land, declaring war on hundreds of races at the same time and marching to plunder the land, it will definitely not be smooth sailing.

Unless the Palace Lord Wu Rong appears on the battlefields with the ancestor of the magic weapon.

Otherwise, if you keep wasting time like this, you will end up being a lonely person sooner or later.

"The underworld is not crazy. I thought they would wait another three hundred years. I didn't expect them to unify the northwest so soon."

"what should we do?"

"Allied Forces."

"At the Lushan Alliance."

"it is good!"

And Feng Xi nodded in agreement.

He closed the voice transmission jade slip, looked at the elders of the clan, and said calmly: "The underworld wants to unify the northwest and take the upper reaches of the Styx. This is a way to cause chaos and death. I will unite the eight marquises at the Lushan Alliance. You must gather the saints of the clan and prepare the weapons and armor."

The elder of the Bingfeng clan who reported it showed a change of expression and sang: "Congratulations, ancestor!"

Bing Fengxi stroked his beard and smiled faintly: "Why are you happy?"

Elder Bingfeng said loudly: "Since it is an alliance, they will certainly elect a leader. By then, with our ancestor's great cultivation, we will have great potential. With the nine marquises and hundreds of clans as our foundation, we can integrate them into a force that cannot be underestimated. We may even be able to unify the upper reaches of the Styx and go one step further to become the eleventh clan of the Yintian!"

"Isn't this cause for celebration?"

"That's exactly what I meant." Bing Fengxi nodded with a smile.

Crisis is both a danger and an opportunity.

The underworld does have the Three Flower Spirit in charge, but the power of the ruler is not strong. Secondly, the Underworld has been harassed by the Demon Abyss for years, and is poor and weak, and its foundation is not as good as theirs.

What we need to be wary of is the Taiyi Shengxian Sect far away in the Middle-earth.

However, after that internal strife, the Taiyi Sect was no longer as strong as before, and all forces were watching it. How could the Taiyi Shengxian Sect be able to act calmly?

The weak have weak opponents, and the strong certainly have strong opponents.

……

Lushan.

It is indeed a beautiful mountain.

Thousands of ravines compete with each other in flow, and thousands of cliffs compete in beauty.

The rich spiritual energy turns into a vast mist that often locks the sky and the earth.

Standing on the top of the mountain seems to be standing in the sky and looking down at the clouds.

The heroic spirit in my heart was also released.

The Nine Marquis Alliance.

Bing Fengxi narrowed his eyes and looked at the seat that symbolized the leader of the alliance.

Still no seat.

With his level of cultivation, he could only rank third, as there were two marquises ranked ahead of him.

As for the patriarchs of the hundreds of tribes, the strongest one is only a peak Saint King or a half-step great power.

You can only enter the main hall and take a seat, there is no possibility to go forward.

"The army of the underworld is already preparing. I think they will set out within the month."

Wu Zhaohou sighed deeply.

Bing Fengxi looked over and saw Wu Zhaohou, who had a human body and a beast's head, dressed in a half-civil and half-military robe and armor. His furry paws held the teacup and then put it down, and his huge wolf head was full of sorrow.

The fish eyes of Marquis Chunhan were full of solemnity: "If not, we should ask the royal court to mediate. Marquis Guanming is pushing us into a dead end. Every family is rich and powerful. Without spiritual veins, it is difficult for us to practice. Can we really become his ministers in the underworld? We are marquises, powerful people with titles of marquis!"

Gui Yuan Hou slammed the table fiercely: "The royal court doesn't care. I think the royal court's strength is shrinking day by day. What else is left except the name?"

"That person is the Ancient Emperor after all."

"So what if it's ancient..."

"There is no hope at the royal court."

“Who can I count on?”

"I think the Underworld Clan can provide support." Gui Yuan Hou said loudly.

The expressions of the powerful people at the back were different when they spoke, and Feng Xi was observing without saying a word.

When everyone's emotions got aroused, he smiled and said, "We have received the declaration of war and gathered here. We have to come up with a rule. Should we fight or surrender?" "Of course we can't surrender. We are all vassal states. How can we be his subjects?"

Gui Yuan Hou shouted loudly.

"He is only a three-flower weapon spirit. Since the battle on the coast of the East China Sea, we all know that he relies on the magic power of the master of the weapon. The cultivation level of the Marquis of Guanming is still one flower."

"The nine of us can unite and fight together."

"The saints of the hundreds of races can take this opportunity to stop the army of the underworld, and even break through the land of the underworld."

"Since the royal court doesn't care, then destroy the Demonic Land."

Wu Zhaohou turned his pupils and asked, "A group of dragons cannot be without a leader. Who can be the leader of the nine marquises and hundreds of clans?"

"Of course it's Marquis Ying Wei!" Marquis Chunhan voted without hesitation for the powerful man sitting in the second seat.

He was a mighty man with a crow-head, his golden feathers sparkling, the fire pattern between his brows seemed like the mark of ancient divine fire, and his pair of divine eyes burned with an eternal flame that would never be extinguished.

Taoist Fire Crow smiled and did not respond. Instead, he looked at the person in front of him.

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A human body with a dragon head.

The first word he spoke was deep and powerful.

"It's a pity that Brother Longren will not serve as the leader of the alliance." Bing Fengxi shook his head with regret.

"I think Senior Bingfeng should be the leader."

When Guiyuan Hou heard what Fengxi said, he immediately bowed and pointed out that among the nine clans, only these three people were at the second flower realm.

It is known to everyone that Long Renxuan does not want to be in the limelight, and Huo Ya Daojun is a rather crazy person, so Bing Fengxi is the best choice.

"I am just a junior in front of the two seniors. How can I take on such an important responsibility?" Bing Fengxi waved his hands quickly.

The dragon man shook his head and said, "I will not be the leader of the Nine Clans."

Taoist Fire Crow's divine eyes moved slightly, glanced at Bing Fengxi, and said lightly: "Brother Longren has his reasons for not being the leader, and Taoist Bing Feng also feels that he is not capable of taking on such a big responsibility..."

Bing Fengxi's face darkened and he interrupted Taoist Fire Crow and said, "Daoyou, do you want to recommend yourself?"

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be the leader, but he can’t do it so openly.

If Taoist Fire Crow really took advantage of the situation to back off, Feng Xi would be furious.

Fire Crow Daoist Master chuckled:

"Do not."

"Fellow Daoist, since you don't plan to be the leader, what are you doing?" Bing Fengxi continued to ask.

As soon as he looked at the expressions of the crowd, he realized that he had been too obvious, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. It was better to say that this question solved the problem. Dragon Manxuan withdrew, and Fire Crow Taoist Master did not intend to participate.

He was the only one left in the field.

Huo Ya Daojun said calmly: "I want to nominate someone as the leader."

"Who?"

"I!"

The young monk stepped forward.

The man wore a flat crown, a dark red robe, and had a handsome face with an aquiline nose.

He walked slowly to the leader's chair, sat down without any hesitation, held the armrests with both hands, and said calmly: "No one of you can sit in this seat."

Bing Fengxi shouted angrily: "Who are you?"

"My name is Wu Rong."

Wu Rong seemed to be feeling whether the seat was comfortable. From his slightly furrowed brows, one could tell that the seat was not comfortable.

So he stood up, kicked over the leader's chair, looked at everyone and said, "From now on there is no leader, only the Lord of the Underworld!"

"How brave!"

And Feng Xi shouted loudly.

Not to mention that Wu Rong was some kind of Lord of the Underworld, he didn't even take him seriously.

A mere Yihua Daojun couldn't last more than ten moves in his hands.

Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly saw a faint mist standing next to Wu Rong.

It looked like a tall figure.

However, why did he notice it only now? With his strength, it should not be ignored at all.

then.

A pair of eyes of reincarnation that contained life and death slowly opened in the void.

Just one glance.

Bing Fengxi's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

puff.

Fall back into your seat.

Taoist Fire Crow looked helpless.

He didn't want to recommend the other party, but the other party came to him anyway.

He would never forget the horror of that day. He had only survived three rounds at the hands of the gray figure, and the first two rounds were just given to him by the opponent.

How hopeless this is.

The other party wanted to kill me, and I couldn't resist at all.

He finally realized the gap between the Dao Lords.

What Southern Expedition?
It's just to give them face.

As of now, the underworld has only one opponent.

Hades.

He even suspected that the ghost soldiers from the underworld were passing through in order to block the Blood Sea Clan from interfering with the upper reaches of the Styx.

Bing Fengxi squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "If we rush forward together, you... may not be able to kill us all."

"As long as his mana is exhausted, we have a chance of winning!"

Wu Rong smiled but said nothing.

Gui Yuan Hou held down the magic weapon and stood up in shock.

The rolling mist turned into a cloak draped over the body of a tall monk.

The face is like the icy peak of a distant mountain, with a faint green hue, and the fangs make the jaw look even sharper.
Ding.

The rough purple-black nails touched Gui Yuanhou's forehead.

The coolness made Gui Yuanhou shiver.

The demon standing in front of him looked disdainful.

Speak slowly.

He said hoarsely, "Go back and tell fellow Daoist Xuehai not to hinder the underworld from unifying the northwest."