Snake of Destiny Starting from American Comics

In the Qingyu Pavilion, in the elegant rooms on the third floor, a depressing atmosphere filled the air. Dozens of people with different temperaments and clothes were distributed in every corner of the room.

Among them are Confucians, Taoists, Buddhas, beggars, men, women, old and young.

Although everyone is different, their temperament, appearance and appearance are completely different from ordinary people, which all means that they are not ordinary people. But at this time, the gods and immortals who were so high in the eyes of ordinary people all had a gloomy look on their faces.

Just when everyone present fell silent, an old swordsman with a three-foot green sword on his back, two long eyebrows dropped to his chest but his waist was still straight, put down the teacup in his hand and said: "The Emperor Qian has already taken action. Why don't you all hurry up and make preparations as soon as possible. Instead of going to rescue your own disciples, you are drinking tea here. Don't you know the truth of lips dying and teeth cold, and you end up in a dangerous situation? "

The atmosphere at the scene gradually eased due to the words of the old swordsman. Several people who thought they had insufficient strength, confidence, and backup options, and were not completely sure of their escape, breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, the atmosphere just now was really scary, and there were quite a few people who had a deep hatred for each other. If a fight broke out, they would inevitably be hurt.

But now that someone has taken the initiative to pick up the conversation and find a way for everyone, then they can naturally relax a little.

Of course, most of the people who think this way are those who are not strong enough. Several main conveners of the party couldn't help but feel dissatisfied when they saw the old swordsman taking the lead in breaking the deadlock. They felt that this guy ruined their own plans.

After all, they are all veteran sixth-level figures, who can be called the ultimate in the world, otherwise they would not dare to plan and command everyone.

But when one of the old men in black robes with sinister eyes turned around, he wanted to sneer at the speaker.

But when he saw the menacing light cyan sword behind the old man, his face twitched, as if he had seen something terrifying.

No one else knows the identity of this old man, but he, an old guy, knows it all. His strength can be said to be the best among the people. He follows the dharma lineage of the Immortal Avenue and the Three Pure Paths. His pure swordsmanship is among the top figures in the entire Jiujiu Divine State and the Thirteen Immortal Islands overseas.

Young people may not know how powerful he is, but old guys like them dare not forget it at all.

He was the chief Taoist disciple of the Chunyang Sword Sect two hundred years ago. If he hadn't injured his origin by forcefully fighting for the Four Nine Heavenly Tribulations when he was young for his loyalty, he would have never been able to enter the ascension realm of the Celestial Immortal Dao.

Even though he failed to overcome the tribulation, he still relied on the power of the tribulation to fight a seventh-level human immortal. In the end, he managed to escape back to Chunyang Sword Sect, which made him almost famous in one battle that year, and he was praised as the sixth level invincible.

One after another young heroes worshiped Chunyang Sword Sect because they admired his reputation of fighting fiercely at the 6th level and fighting at the 7th level, making the Chunyang Sword Sect almost the leader in swordsmanship for nearly a hundred years. Even when he was young, he had thought about joining the Chunyang Sword Sect and becoming an invincible boy for the rest of his life.

He was the previous head of the Chunyang Sword Sect. He had three direct disciples under his sect, two sixth-level Mahayana Sword Immortals, who were extremely vicious. One of them has successfully ascended into the cave left by ancestor Chunyang and became a seventh-level true immortal. It can be said that his status in the Chunyang Sword Sect is no less than that of the seventh-level ancestors.

He was Li Changfeng, who was called "the number one guest of the Sword Immortal" 200 years ago.

And not only is the disciple powerful, but his own strength cannot be summarized by the general sixth-level concept. According to legend, when he overcame the catastrophe, the Qingming Sword in his hand had been successfully promoted to a seventh-level divine weapon, and even his divine soul had been perfected. It was just that his flesh shell was exploded by the martial arts immortal, causing his heart, sword, and body to become incoherent.

His true combat power can be said to be that of a seventh-level true immortal, but he is only capable of one battle because of his incomplete attainment. He can be regarded as a semi-disabled seventh-level true immortal.

But I don’t know why, a Mahayana monk who obviously has a life span of three thousand years has become like this when he is just under three hundred years old.

But he has long been a great figure who calls each other Taoist friends with the seventh-level true immortal. If it hadn't been for the birth of Xuanming Tiannu this time, and Daqian's promotion to the Immortal Dynasty soon, how could these people be mixed up with these guys who are trapped in the sixth level and have no hope of promotion.

Jian Qing forced himself to hold back the sarcastic words that had flooded his throat, but he still didn't dare to say anything.

Just because he was swallowing too quickly, he couldn't help coughing twice even though he was already a sixth-level martial saint.

After he finished coughing, everyone looked at him.

The old man in black robe looked at everyone's eyes and opened his mouth to say that he just choked, but he couldn't open his mouth. If he hadn't been able to fully control his own body as a martial saint, he might have performed some eye-catching maneuvers that would make his face turn red.

The helpless old man looked at a few young people among his group who seemed to be about to stand up and say something, while the long-browed swordsman beside him had a plain but energetic expression on his face.

Holding back the heartache and blood pressure in his heart, he took a step forward and said to everyone in the room: "Everyone, although we are not weak in strength, we cannot be so powerful in this capital without the indulgence of the imperial court or the emperor. , but now they have begun to clean up our people and property.

Although no seventh-level true immortal has entered the scene yet, I don’t need to say how powerful the martial saint and his Taoist army are when they arrive. So now in order to negotiate with the court, we need a leader to lead us and let the Daqian court see our determination.

After all, a snake cannot do without a head, and if we want the court to try the Xuanming Witch, it is our common goal. Therefore, I recommend..."

"Okay, Old Ghost Wang. With your strength, you dare to covet the position of leader of the alliance. Don't be embarrassed." A young Taoist with triangular eyes, aquiline nose, and dry lips said sarcastically.

The man known as Wang Laogui didn't pay attention to the young man's ridicule, and just bowed his hands to the people scattered everywhere. He said with a face full of self-effacement: "Although Wang thinks he has some strength, he doesn't have the face to command all the major sects to take action together."

The mean-looking young Taoist felt wary when he saw the self-effacing Wang Laogui. After all, he looked much younger than Wang Moming, but in fact the age difference between the two was less than thirty years, but he came from behind. (I think).

Although Taoist knows this bad guy covered in pus very well, he also knows his nature well. Unless there are greater interests or lack of strength, this old ghost will not give up the fat that is brought to the corner of his mouth.

It's just that not only are there accomplices with him here, there are also some big shots here.

The Taoist had already thought about quitting. Regardless of whether it was his accomplices or the calculations of some big shots here, he did not want to continue to be involved.

Although he had made a decision in his heart, the Taoist still curled up the corners of his dry mouth. He just smiled disdainfully to express his dissatisfaction with Wang Moming, and then silently retreated to the window seat. Hold the magic spell in your hand, ready to run away from here at any time.

Wang Moming saw that the smelly Taoist priest who had always been at odds with him did not entangle with him, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. But he immediately accepted what he just said and looked at Li Changfeng, who had been drinking tea silently. He bowed deeply and said sincerely: "I respectfully ask you, senior, to be our leader."

A group of people who had made an appointment with Wang Moming saw that he did not want to be the leader of the alliance, but recommended the old swordsman who just spoke. Although he was confused, he immediately started cheering according to the plan.

Five or six people in the room agreed, making everyone else frown.

They were all ready to use their spiritual senses to carefully explore the long-browed swordsman who was revered as the leader of the alliance. But before their spiritual senses could explore, they discovered that there was another old swordsman in their field of vision, and there was only one cup. The still steaming sapphire tea was left on the table.

Everyone's eyes changed, and a few people sitting next to the old swordsman seemed to feel a chill down their spines. Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and the down on his body exploded one after another.

The sword fairy can get up and leave when they don't notice, and without being discovered by them, he can cut off their heads and crush their souls in the next second.

Zhao Hujie, who had dry lips, resisted the urge to activate the seventh-level escape spell and leaned against the wall behind him with a dark face.

In contrast to the fear of everyone present, Wang Moming, who had been bowing for a while, sighed with a complicated expression.

He himself didn't know whether he should regret or be grateful.

This alliance gathering came to an end under the complicated eyes of Wang Moming. Wang Moming, who became the leader of the alliance after many games, did not feel the pleasure of having power, but a deep worry flashed in his heart.

On the surface, Wang Moming is nepotistic and gives precious positions to people who support him. Then clearly arrange the places where everyone is responsible one by one.

At night, Wang Moming secretly met with his true allies in the room where everyone was meeting during the day.

As a ray of light appeared, Zhao Hujie with dry lips appeared in front of him.

The two looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then picked up the magic weapon in their hands tacitly.

Wang Moming took out a shabby gray cloth bag from his arms and carefully poured out two small pieces of moist white crumbs. With a face full of pain, he gave a piece to Zhao Hujie.

Zhao Hujie directly grabbed the crumbs in his hand and held them in his mouth. He took out the immortal talisman he relied on most in his hand, opened his lips with the crumbs in his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of jade-colored blood into the talisman in his hand.

Zhao Hujie's already dry lips were almost invisible. The immortal talisman began to bloom with a brilliant white light when the jade blood touched it, and the surrounding space began to shatter.

Before the space was completely shattered and affected the two of them, Wang Moming threw the jade scraps he was holding into the space in front of him. ,

A small space appeared in the originally extremely dangerous space debris, and the two people squeezed in after seeing it.

With a flash of light, the two people disappeared completely.

Alas.

After the two people disappeared, a surprised question came from the room that was originally dilapidated due to space turbulence.