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After Feng Tingfei and the other person left, Wang Zi withdrew his gaze.

He turned around and looked at the desolate Tianfu Sect behind him, which no longer had its glory, and was speechless for a moment.

As if remembering something, Wang Zi slowly turned around and looked towards the lake under the peak of Tianfu Sect.

"Come up."

The young man's golden eyes lit up and he looked towards the lake.

After a moment of calm, the white dragon in the lake first revealed its eyes.

Wang Zi looked at it with an indifferent expression.

"From now on you will be my mount."

The boy's calm voice reached the ears of the white dragon, and it immediately flew up from the lake.

After a loud roar, he came in front of Wang Zi.

Its bright beast eyes stared at the man in front of it who was filled with demonic energy, and blinked again and again.

Wang Zi reached out his hand towards it. The white dragon was stunned and closed its eyes in panic.

I only felt the boy gently stroke its head, and then whispered:

"Want to become a real dragon? I can help you."

The voice seemed to carry magic, which made Bai Jiaolong stunned.

Wang Zi pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a hint of temptation:

"As long as you become my mount, I will make you the strongest dragon in the world."

The white dragon was delighted and nodded quickly.

"very good."

Wang Zi withdrew his hand, and his figure instantly appeared on the huge dragon head.

A fierce look flashed across his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Go to Baikui Mountain."

……

The Twelve Sects Meeting Courtyard

"The Tianfu Sect was wiped out in one day! Isn't this a reason for you to attack this demon phoenix?"

Yin Zhu, the leader of the Jueling Sect, pounded the table excitedly and glared at the leaders and elders of the twelve sects in front of him.

Jiang Langxing, the leader of the Qinglei Sect, looked towards the Ziji Mountain, then slowly withdrew his gaze:

"Master Yin, I say... Even Tianfu Sect's Patriarch Feng has no solution for this kid. Are we, the little soldiers and generals... rushing to die?"

"Pfft..." Long Chuhui laughed out loud, and the hand holding the teacup shook slightly:

"I'm sorry, I think what Sect Leader Jiang said makes sense, and I agree with him..."

Yin Zhu immediately looked at Long Chuhui and snorted in restraint.

The hall fell silent in an instant. There were eleven sects in total except for the destroyed Tianfu Sect. The representatives of each of the eleven sects had their own ulterior motives and stopped talking.

After a while...

"I have something else to do in Zijishan, so I'll leave first." Li Zhengyun stood up first and walked down from the main seat.

When everyone saw Li Zhengyun leaving, they looked at each other and finally followed him out.

The crowd in the lobby dispersed, and Yin Zhu sat in his seat with a bad look on his face, not moving.

The Tianfu Sect was destroyed, and a demon phoenix appeared. The twelve sects gathered for an emergency meeting, but after discussing it over and over again, no one wanted to take action.

After all, after the battle more than ten years ago, human cultivators were quite wary of the Phoenix Clan.

Although the Phoenix Clan was also cut off, the human race that participated in the war suffered heavy losses, while the Immortal Clan remained at peace and reaped the benefits...

With the lessons learned from the past, no one wants to be the first to stand out.

Anyway, the demons and immortals have been confronting each other for millions of years. The immortals will not sit idly by and will always take action.

"Hey...Master Yin, why haven't you left yet?"

Long Chu stepped forward with a smile on his face.

Seeing that Yin Zhu ignored him with a dark face, Long Chuhui was not angry and continued:

"Alas... With the appearance of the Phoenix Clan, the world will be in turmoil again. Who knows, the demons might even attack the mountain."

He shook his head and said "tsk" a few times, then glanced at Yin Zhu who was sitting upright in his seat, bent down and whispered:

"Master Yin, my Shenji Hall has recently successfully drawn an ancient protective formation, and its defensive power is quite extraordinary!"

Long Chu turned to Yin Zhu and raised his thumb and index finger with a serious expression:

"For the sake of our old acquaintance, I'll give Master Yin a 20% discount! Door-to-door delivery, free repairs and returns... Hey, Master Yin, don't leave! It's a 20% discount! It's very cheap!... Master Yin?!"

……

Beside a mountain

"We seem to be... lost."

Tian Yusi turned his head and looked at Wang Zi.

At this moment, the four of them had changed their clothes and put on black cloaks.

The wide black cloth covered the boy's long dark red hair and half of his face, leaving only his fair and delicate chin exposed.

Wang Zi moved his mouth and said calmly: "Then find someone to ask."

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the woods below him.

"Well, there's a ready-made tongue."

The three of them looked down in the direction the young man was looking, and saw a disciple of the Qinglei Sect wearing a dark blue robe, flying at low altitude on a sword.

Tian Yusi turned around and looked at Wang Zi: "I'll go."

After saying this, he turned into a ball of black smoke and pounced towards the disciple.

He moved quickly, and with the help of his ancient bloodline, he brought the person back in no time.

"You...you are demons...? What do you want to do?"

Tian Yusi held him with one hand, his sharp and handsome features showing some hostility, and said in a hoarse voice:

"If you don't want to get killed, stop talking nonsense and answer the questions properly."

The disciple gnashed his teeth and struggled, his expression disgusted: "Oh... So you want to ask something..."

He sneered, "Then I have nothing to say! You can kill me or chop me up as you please!"

Tian Yusi's face was gloomy and he raised his other hand, ready to take action.

"Wait a minute."

Wang Zi spoke up, interrupting Tian Yusi's actions.

The disciple raised his head and looked at the owner of the voice. He was stunned for a moment:

"The demons... and the immortal cultivators?"

He looked through Wang Zi at Wu Yang and Yan Ting, who were also wearing cloaks, with obvious confusion on his face.

He got angry and shouted:

"Since we are both disciples of the same sect, why would we go along with the demons?"