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Chapter 763 The best strategic window has arrived
"You, for your own selfish reasons, start a war early, and you will ruin the Immortal Sect!"

"How can I bear it?"

In the murderous intent that filled the sky, countless old Lord Nascent Soul stared at him, and Lord Bo Ming roared.

Jiang Ding fell into thinking.

Lord Bo Ming is also an old Nascent Soul. He is also eager to get the opportunity to become a god. This is the strong instinctive desire of life to survive.

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

"Bo Ming!"

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

Zhenjun Dinghai snorted coldly: "Seniors must have considered the reasons you mentioned. Since they have been passed, it means that now is the best time to start the war. How can we get a little Nascent Soul monk to make noise!"

"Yes, that's it!"

In the hearts of many True Lords, the survival of the Immortal Sect is as important as their own life and death. Regardless of the murderous intent on their faces, they may have given up in their hearts, or even been persuaded by True Lord Bo Ming to start resisting the war.

It was probably Lord Bo Ming who stopped the guards from coming just now. It was probably because the monks were making trouble. It was normal for many high-level monks to exchange ideas with each other from time to time.

"Don't say you don't have these!"

Zhenjun Dinghai understood his student and waved his hand: "The person who is beating Zhenjun Boming is Zhenjun Bibo. He has made great achievements in the application of water wave magic and can be called one of the founders of wave magic in the immortal sect. one……

A guard flew in from a distance. He was stunned for a moment and then retreated.

"How can things in this world be as perfect as one wishes..."

"Zhenjun Bo Ming has too much contact with the Immortal Sect outside the world, so he doesn't realize that he is threatened by them. How stupid is he?"

"I dare not answer directly,"

Attacking others in the Xianmen Military Hall is a serious crime!

"Deserve it!"

The real princes around him spoke one after another, ranging from the state of inter-territorial relations, to the natural appeasement tendency of the foreign affairs department, to the contempt for the liberal arts. All kinds of arguments and rhetoric added up to a detailed liberal arts paper.

In this regard, although Jiang Ding was filled with murderous intent and thought of Daozi, he still didn't say anything.

"I just want to ask one question. Do you dare to answer it?"

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

Lord Bo Ming sneered.

"I see!"

"This one……"

But this crude ban...

True Lord Bo Ming turned his eyebrows coldly to the noisy True Lord Nascent Soul below and snorted: "Since the development speed of the Immortal Sect is faster than that of the Eight Immortal Sects, why not try your best to postpone the war to gain the greatest advantage?!"

The old man didn't care about anything. He grabbed his collar, raised his fist and beat him randomly. He beat the Lord Bo Ming until he screamed and was speechless.

There was silence.

Jiang Ding could tell at a glance that they hesitated.

True Lord Bo Ming screamed in agony and couldn't speak a complete sentence, but he still kept talking. If he couldn't speak with his mouth, he spoke with his spiritual consciousness and spread his views to the surrounding Nascent Soul monks.

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

Jiang Ding frowned inwardly, unhappy.

Lord Bo Ming must have the right to speak!
This is what the law of the Immortal Sect has given him. He can argue, unite more people to oppose, and drown out his voice with more voices.

"You bunch of selfish monks...ah!"

No matter what, you can't get your father in and lock him up for dozens or hundreds of years, right?

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

"I'm sick!"

Zhang Junsheng gloated.

The important thing is that he is the father of Lord Bo Ming. "

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

"Why are you making such a fuss?"

"The guards were not bribed by us."

Jiang Ding was stunned.

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

"what……"

But these are not important.

"It won't be good for a long time..."

Even Zhenjun Dinghai and the three of them were sighing secretly and thinking about something.

He walked into the military hall, found his seat, closed his eyes and meditated.

His life was too short, he was only sixteen years old, and he didn't know many things at all, and it was difficult to make correct judgments in the face of the general trend of the realm.

Three days passed quickly.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes and looked around. Thousands of Yuanying True Monarchs and nearly a hundred God-Transforming Heavenly Monarchs had arrived and were sitting in their seats.

So many strong men gathered in this small space, unintentionally emitting coercion and filling the great hall. The air was almost solid. The Golden Core Foundation Establishment monks could hardly speak or think in this environment.

"...This military meeting has officially begun."

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

"be opposed to!"

"I am against this battle!"

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

A voice appeared, and everyone turned their attention.

As expected, it was Zhenjun Bo Ming.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was a spell in the scar that could not be healed. He was very embarrassed, but his voice was firm, even when facing the god-transformation monk.

"In accordance with the procedures, I, with the authority of the Minister of Foreign Affairs who has not yet resigned, apply for a re-vote on whether to implement this campaign!"

Yuan was stunned.

Countless looks came over, including many surprised looks from the God-Transforming Heavenly Lord.

"I always think that the time is not mature enough!"

True Lord Bo Ming said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, comrades, why can't we continue to wait? A hasty war will put our Immortal Sect in danger of extinction!" Many True Lords of Nascent Soul clasped their hands and stared at them. he.

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 stronger than the eight major 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 Great 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 every time the life span of the Void Refining Power is reduced by one year, their danger will increase by one point, and every thousand years that pass, the danger of the Void Refining Power 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 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, and 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."

The Divine Master bowed slightly.

"Senior, you are serious."

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

"Do you still have questions?"

Lord Shen Ji looked at Lord Bo Ming.

"No, no more."

True Lord 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."

(End of this chapter)