"how" "It has a very strange aura, which seems human but not human.
It cannot be ruled out that it is a spiritual treasure that changes the aura."
"Could it be the same person from before?"
"No, it's weaker than before."
"Better kill by mistake than let go" "Two Divine Tokens are missing."
In a mysterious space, the seven martial saints had a peaceful aura, and their bodies were no longer shrouded in light.
They were either wearing gorgeous robes or ordinary clothes, each with its own characteristics.
The last sentence came from the mouth of the leader of the Luofeng Emperor Clan.
It was a woman, wearing a long flame dress, and her face was covered with gauze, making it impossible to see her true face.
"Who gives up?"
the leader of the Nine Swords Clan said.
He glanced at everyone, his eyes like swords.
Everyone frowned and said nothing.
Obviously, no one was willing to give up these two spots.
They are all people who have experienced the last opening of the secret realm of gods and demons, and know that there are huge benefits in it.
Although there are many crises, once they survive, their cultivation path will be smooth.
More importantly, they all hope that their disciples will bring back something of significance.
"Let's balance it out," Wentian Clan Leader also spoke.
Although he has been practicing for countless years, he still has the face of a young man.
If Jiang Han were here, he would find that the features of the Wentian clan leader are somewhat similar to his.
As soon as these words came out, the leader of the Nine Swords clan frowned and said: "You mean, let me give up one person."
On the side, the Lord of Netherworld Prison shook his head: "That's inappropriate."
No wonder these two people disagree, because there are eighteen members of the Wentian Emperor Clan, eighteen members of the Luofeng Emperor Clan, and nineteen members of the Nine Swords Emperor Clan.
Similarly, the Supreme Heaven, Wuji Dao, and Shangxu Palace all have eleven places, but Netherworld Prison has twelve places.
"I think it's very good."
The master of Wuji Dao said, "This also just balances everyone."
"We can provide compensation."
The Palace Master of Shangxu Palace spoke softly, her voice was pleasant.
Like the chirping of spiritual birds, it makes people feel clear and clear.
The leader of the Nine Swords clan pondered for a long time, "Well, our clan will give up one person, and we will discuss the compensation issue later."
Everyone nodded, and then turned to look at the Lord of Netherworld Prison.
The Netherworld Prison Lord frowned and pondered.
It is different from the Nine Swords Imperial Clan which has nineteen places.
There are only twelve places in Netherworld Prison, so it is natural to be reluctant to give them up like this.
"Prison Master, although your sect's Bei Mingyu is a genius, his cultivation level is still low after all.
Eliminating him can be regarded as protecting him."
Wuji Taoist Master said leisurely.
The Netherworld Prison Lord's face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "That's wrong.
Look at the Supreme Heaven Sect, Jiang Han, Yan Yumo and Jing Tian.
Their cultivation levels are not high.
I think it would be better to eliminate one of them. " "Oh, I almost forgot."
Taoist Master Wuji slapped his head, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, turned to look at the Supreme God, and said with a smile, "What does God think?"
“Not so much” The Most High God sneered.
He could tell at a glance that this was clearly said by Master Wuji on purpose.
Bringing the topic to him.
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"God, this is for the sake of the three little geniuses of your sect."
Taoist Master Wuji smiled, "It would be a pity if one of them was lost."
"Indeed," the Supreme God suddenly changed his mind, looked at Taoist Wuji and said with a smile, "Who does Taoist think should be eliminated?"
Taoist Wuji raised his brows, a little surprised.
He didn't expect the Supreme Lord to say such words.
However, based on his understanding of the Supreme God, he knew that He would not be able to compromise so easily.
"God really cares about the younger generations."
Taoist Master Wuji laughed, "What if it's not as good as Yanyu Mo?"
"Okay."
The Supreme God nodded directly.
Everyone was stunned.
"Are you serious?"
Taoist Master Wuji was also stunned for a moment, then looked solemn and asked with a frown.
Others are also confused and feel that it shouldn't be so simple.
They have known each other for countless years and understand each other very well.
How could the Supreme Lord give up his place so easily given the character of the Supreme God?
"Of course."
The Supreme God chuckled, "However, I have to remind you that Yan Yumo is the successor of the Killing Saint."
Everyone was shocked, and a look of fear flashed in their eyes.
The Saint of Killing, who proves the Tao through killing, is the saint among killers.
It is said that he successfully assassinated a martial saint at the martial master level and learned the way to kill the saint.
No one is afraid of the Saint Killer "What about Jingtian?"
Taoist Wuji no longer said anything about Yan Yumo.
He did not think that the Supreme God would lie to him and others, and he was unwilling to provoke the Killing Saint.
The Supreme God said calmly: "Bahuang Zhanti is the disciple of a supreme leader of our sect."
Taoist Wuji's pupils shrank slightly.
He instantly knew who Jingtian's master was, and the Supreme Master also understood in his heart.
"Don't tell me, Jiang Han, he is also a disciple of the Supreme Being," Wuji Taoist Master Leng Youyou said.
"That's not the case."
The Supreme Lord shook his head, his face remained calm, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes, "He is just a disciple of Yun Jiuxiao.
Oh, by the way, this kid Yun Jiuxiao is about to break through to the Martial Saint level."
"A mere half-saint is worth mentioning," Taoist Master Wuji sneered.
He was already at odds with the Supreme Lord.
This was not a conflict between the two of them, but a conflict between the entire sect.
"Jiang Han, you can't eliminate it."
At this time, an indifferent voice came from the side, causing the smile to freeze on his face.
Taoist Wuji suddenly turned his head and looked at the Wentian clan leader who spoke, his eyes narrowed, "I don't know what this means."
The meaning behind Clan Chief Wentian's words was naturally obvious.
As for Taoist Wuji, he was actually asking about the position of Chief Wentian.
He wanted to determine what kind of relationship there was between the Supreme Heaven and the Wentian Emperor Clan.
Several other saints also looked at Patriarch Wentian and were very concerned about his answer.
"Jiang Han is my descendant."
One sentence left Taoist Wuji speechless.
It was also at this time that he suddenly discovered that Jiang Han and the Wentian clan leader did have some similarities in appearance.
Calculating this, Jiang Han is equivalent to standing behind two Martial Saints and a Half-Saint who is very likely to break through the Martial Saints.
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It is naturally impossible to eliminate them.
Taoist Wuji felt very aggrieved.
He wanted to make the Supreme Heaven suffer a humiliating loss, but he didn't expect that in the end, he had nothing to say.
"Then, Prison Master, it's time for you to make a decision."
A strange light flashed across the eyes of the leader of the Nine Swords Clan, and he turned to look at the Netherworld Prison Master and said.
The Netherworld Prison Master's expression turned gloomy for a while, and finally he snorted coldly, "Okay, our sect will give up one spot, but it's not Bei Mingyu."
"This can be decided by the prison master."
The leader of the Nine Swords clan nodded.
Soon, the Seven Saints made a decision, but the little commotion just now was normal.
The seven major forces were inherently intrigued.
In the arena, hundreds of disciples were still waiting anxiously.
Except for a few people who were not worried at all, most of them were worried that their quota would be cancelled.
Soon. boom Six small suns of various colors appeared in the sky again.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the Seven Saints eagerly and anxiously, as if waiting for the "sentence".
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