Chapter 272 If you have the ability, do it yourself
Three days later, the midday sun was scorching the earth.
The temporary command center built by the human race was bustling with noise, and the sultry air was filled with the mixed scent of sweat and sandalwood.
"Our Kunlun Sect has been passed down for over 1,800 years since its founding by Patriarch Taixu!"
The leader of Kunlun Sect, Yu Qingzi, swung his snow-white whisk, and the silver threads sparkled with a cold light in the sunlight.
He was wearing a white robe embroidered with the pattern of the Big Dipper, and the jade pendant on his waist jingled with his excited movements.
"In terms of seniority and background, this position of commander-in-chief belongs to Kunlun!"
"Heh--" The leader of Tiansha Sect, Xuesha Patriarch, sneered harshly.
His scarlet cloak moved without wind, and the Nine Nether Skull magic weapon hanging on his waist emitted a faint green light, reflecting his face covered with strange lines.
"Master Yuqing, you should keep those old calendars to appease your disciples!"
He slammed the table so hard that a fine crack appeared on the solid wood table.
"Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, it is natural that the strongest person should take command of the overall situation!"
Qingyun Sect elder Dongfang Han stood in the corner with a frown on his face.
He noticed that when the Blood Demon Ancestor spoke, black energy seemed to flow in the eye sockets of those skeleton magic weapons, and it was obvious that they were filled with evil power.
Yu Qingzi's left hand, which was behind his back, was secretly making hand gestures, ready to strike at any time.
"Elder Dongfang!" Yu Qingzi suddenly turned his head, his sharp eyes piercing like a sword.
"Your Qingyun Sect is the leader of the righteous sects in the world. Why don't you tell us who should be in charge of this matter?"
The conference room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Dongfang Han.
He felt beads of sweat on his back, and the fabric of his clothes stuck sticky to his skin.
Dongfang Han cursed in his heart, these old foxes are clearly trying to put Qingyun Sect on the fire.
If you have the guts, do it yourself! Why ask him?
"Everyone..." Dongfang Han cleared his throat, and his voice was particularly clear in the stagnant air.
"Before leaving, the Sect Master specifically instructed us that the most urgent task was to formulate a strategy to resist the Yin Spirit as soon as possible."
He paused, his eyes sweeping over the faces of the crowd, some with sarcasm and some with expectation.
"As for the selection of the chief commander... Qingyun Sect is willing to accept the result jointly recommended by all factions."
As soon as these words were spoken, the two sides, who were originally on the verge of a fight, immediately stopped fighting.
The sunlight shines in through the gaps in the ceiling, outlining mottled light and shadows on the ground, just like the intricate relationship between the various factions at this moment.
Outside the conference room, Wang Lei leaned against an ancient tree and swallowed hard, swallowing a mouthful of saliva that tasted of rust.
The bandage on his chest was soaked with blood, and every breath was accompanied by a tearing pain.
"Here." A fair little hand handed over a warm jade bottle.
Princess Huohuo squatted in front of him, her red skirt spread on the mud like a blooming red spider lily.
"Seventh Senior Sister has just refined the Nine Revolutions Soul Resurrection Pill. You're lucky."
Li Wen struggled to stand up, sweat dripping down his chin.
"Thank you for the medicine, sir." His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against the ground. "It's just... the adults up there..."
"Still fighting for power, right?" Huo Huo sneered, anger dancing in his eyes.
She pointed to the valley in the distance where black smoke was billowing: "See it? That's the Spirit Snake Sect's masterpiece!
Under the pretext of searching for evil spirits, they looted Xuanyin Pavilion.
I heard they even spared the golden statue of their ancestors!"
Wang Lei clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his palms.
He thought of the encounter three days ago, and his fellow disciples who died in the battle to cover the evacuation of mortal civilians.
Their bodies still lie in the wilderness, too late to be collected...
"Human nature is evil." Huo Huo looked at the conference room in the distance where people were arguing endlessly, and his voice suddenly became low.
"During my years of traveling, I have seen too many hypocritical people.
It's rare to find someone like Zhong Hanshang from the Qingyun Sect... but it's a pity there are so few of them."
A gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the camp, blowing up fallen leaves all over the ground.
Wang Lei looked up suddenly and found that thick dark clouds had gathered in the sky at some point.
Strange black shadows could be vaguely seen flowing in the clouds, as if countless pairs of eyes were spying on the earth.
"It's coming..." Princess Huohuo stood up, her red skirt fluttering in the wind.
By the time those bigwigs come to an end of their argument, the army of evil spirits will probably have already flattened half of the Nine Provinces.
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In the demon territory.
The dark purple sky hung low, and scarlet lightning occasionally flashed among the surging demonic clouds, illuminating the barren earth as if it were stained with blood.
Two sword lights cut through the sky one after another, leaving long spiritual marks behind them.
"Brother Zhong, how about you go first? I have a way to get rid of them!"
Gao Huohuo glanced back at the demon cultivator who was chasing her relentlessly. Her red skirt fluttered in the wind like a dancing flame.
Before she could finish her words, a warm hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Zhong Hanshang's palms were a little rough, with thin calluses left from years of holding the sword, but the strength was so strong that it was impossible to break free.
"Stop making trouble." He said in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness, "What did your senior brother and the others say before they left?"
here we go again!
Gao Huo was so angry that he almost jumped off his sword.
Ever since she led a group of demon cultivators away on her own and ended up being trapped for three days, all the senior brothers and sisters in the Shadow Moon Sect looked at her like a porcelain doll.
Especially this Zhong Hanshang, who always uses the words of the senior brother to pressure her.
"Isn't it just for you to look at me?"
She sped up her sword-flying speed as if in a fit of anger, deliberately letting the oncoming strong wind blow her hair into disarray.
"Is the Void Refinement Stage so great? If it weren't for my elixirs and treasures..."
The words suddenly stopped at his lips.
She secretly glanced at the person next to her - Zhong Hanshang's profile was particularly clear in the dim light of the demon world.
His jawline was tense, and only a faint smile was perceptible at the corner of his lips.
She was too familiar with this expression.
Every time she mentioned that incident, he would smile as if he had stolen some of his master's treasured spiritual wine.
The fierce battle three years ago suddenly came to mind.
At that time, in order to protect her, Zhong Hanshang took the full force of the demon general's attack with his back.
She will always remember his white clothes stained with blood, and how he was barely breathing but still smiled and said to her, "It's okay."
In a hurry, she stuffed all the life-saving pills she had saved over the years into his mouth.
As a result, the drug was so powerful that it allowed him to break through from the peak of the Spirit Transformation Stage to the Void Refinement Stage.
"What are you laughing at!"
Her ears felt hot, and she deliberately said in a harsh tone, "If you weren't dying, I wouldn't be willing to give up those..."
"I know." Zhong Hanshang suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes reflecting the ghost fire of the underworld sacrificed by the demon cultivator in the distance, shining shockingly, "So my life is yours now."
Gao Huohuo's breathing stopped.
He said this lightly, but it made her feel inexplicably uneasy.
Just like last time in the Demonic Medicine King Valley, he insisted on trying the mushy spiritual porridge she cooked;
Just like last month at the Demon Tribe's Black Wind Ridge, he silently blocked all the hidden arrows for her;
Just like now, even though his spiritual power had begun to become disordered, he still stubbornly refused to let go of her hand.
She obviously has her own system, so she will be fine even if she gets hit.
But he rushed up again and again, which made Gao Huohuo feel very uncomfortable.
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