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Chapter 1705 Flying Star Hall

The Ming Zai domain is separated from the Xiaomang domain by a full seven domains, and the front line here is quite tight.

Although Guan Tian Palace only sent a celestial army and three gods to attack here, it was enough for all major sects in Mingzai domain to drink a pot.

Moreover, the Sect here is more scattered than Xiaomangyu, with many factions and factions.

Facing this critical global war, each camp has its own plans.

"The lottery is drawn!"

"Stay with white signs for defense, black signs for the next round of attack, and red signs for scouting the enemy!"

The continuous camp, many places are performing this scene at the same time.

For those Sects who have a Daoist seat, what to do in the next round can be discussed and decided.

And those who have more than one Dao Zun sitting in the town and have a higher level of strength, most of them also have some qualifications to decide the mission.

Those small and medium-sized Sects with only one or two Taoist priests, or even no Taoist priests, their fate depends on this lottery.

In the entire clear field, such small and medium Sects are like the number of sands in the Ganges River.

Ming Zaiyu also has an alliance similar to that of Zhuxian Palace, which is organized by the master here, Sect Jingqin Xianfu, named Mingyatian.

However, unlike Zhuxian Palace, Ming Yatian is only eligible to join sects who are above ten Daoist priests.

Therefore, there are not many members.

At this time, a Taoist-level Elder who joined Ming Yatian was presiding over a lottery ceremony for a camp.

"In the face of Tiangong's attack, every Sect has the obligation to fight with their lives!"

"If Ming Zaiyu falls, your sect's orthodoxy will also be gone!"

He coldly looked down at the heads of the small sects and patriarchs of the small families in front of him, as if training prisoners.

"Ge Xiangyu's yesterday may be your tomorrow!"

"So, whoever dares to disobey the result of the lottery will be killed without mercy!"

"Anyone who defected from the Ming Zai domain would be Ming Yatian's enemy, and all his sect members would be wiped out, and the mountain sect's orthodoxy would be wiped out!"

He paused deliberately, creating a moment of tension.

"I know that many of you want to go to Xiaomangyu now, and you all regard it as a paradise."

"You can try."

"See if you can enter there alive under Ming Yatian's pursuit."

As soon as this remark came out, the little sect masters and patriarchs below fell silent.

These days, they really have the idea of ​​going to Xiao Mangyu.

As long as you escape there, you can stay away from the flames of war.

But hearing the warning and threat from the Mingyatian Elder on the stage, many people could only bury this thought deeply.

As the leader of the sect, their Cultivation Base is generally Dao Zun and Supreme.

Some of them are even just Tianzun.

Where can I beat Ming Yatian?

The other party can really do what they say.

"Start drawing lots now!"

Accompanied by the shouts of the two Daoist priests, a cylinder-shaped fairy artifact appeared in the field.

What color this thing can appear, you can't perceive it with your soul in advance, you can only fight for character.

A well-known head and patriarch, with the mentality of going to the execution ground, moved three steps at a time, and formed a long line.

"Red Frost Sect, Black Sign!"

The face of the head of the Scarlet Frost Sect suddenly turned pale, as if he had heard the bad news.

The other people on the side also gave him sympathetic looks.

Those who get the black lottery will go out with the army when they attack next time.

Everyone knows that attacking the fortress of Tiangong is much more dangerous than sticking to the big formation of Own.

This is a sign.

When he walked out of the line with heavy steps and his head bowed, the second in line also started to smoke.

"Rainbreak Castle, black sign!"

Another signing, another sad person in this world.

"Changing Yang Wu clan, black sign!"

"Thousand-blade family, black lottery!"

After a full four black signs, finally a white sign was issued.

"To Luo Palace, white sign!"

"Hahahaha, great!"

Compared to the mournful expressions of the few who had drawn the black lottery just now, the head of Zhiluo Palace jumped three feet high, so excited that he almost danced on the spot.

That performance was like winning the first prize.

Others cast envious and jealous eyes.

The white sign only needs to defend on the fort.

Not to mention Tiangong's call, there will be preparations in advance, with the help of a large formation and Restrictions.

Even if you really can't stand it anymore, you still have a chance to react if you run away.

It is more than ten times safer than a black sign that can only move forward and cannot retreat.

However, there seemed to be many more black tickets than white tickets on the scene, almost a ratio of five to one.

After drawing hundreds of Sects, only about twenty blank draws were drawn.

Each of these Sects is ecstatic, rejoicing the rhythm of surviving catastrophe.

"Golden Soul Temple, white lottery!"

"Um."

Daoist Yang Gong, the lord of the Golden Soul Temple, nodded, not looking as excited as the others.

Instead, he shook his head regretfully and sighed.

"Hey, I originally wanted to take the disciples of this hall to attack the enemy's formation and fight in the most dangerous place."

"However, the four consecutive lottery draws are all blank."

"It's so sad..."

Those in the back who hadn't drawn the lottery all cursed in their hearts.

"It's so cheap and good-looking!"

"Cut, if the Golden Soul Temple had no connection with Ming Yatian's Tang Miao Daosheng, how could there be such a good fortune?"

There are all immortals present, and who is a fool.

They can easily see some routines.

"It's just a black box operation."

"No matter how we draw, we are all cannon fodder, and the drawing of lots is just for show."

On the surface, the result of the lottery is displayed by the fairy artifact, and it depends entirely on character.

But the actual Immortal Device was provided by Ming Yatian, and they really had to make some arrangements in advance, which was easy and simple.

The ceremony of drawing lots continues.

Under the threat of Ming Yatian, no one dared to resist.

After dozens of black and white signs, something different finally appeared on the scene.

"Flying Star Hall, red sign!"

Hearing the two words of red signature, all the eyes on the scene gathered.

It landed on the face of Daoist Weiheng, the head of Feixing Hall.

Everyone's eyes were full of the sorrowful color of rabbit dead fox.

The person behind Daoist Weiheng couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Weiheng fellow daoist, sorry."

Daoist Weiheng himself trembled slightly, almost losing his footing.

With trembling hands, he accepted the red fairy talisman as if mourning, as if he had received a death sentence.

If the black sign is the next sign, then the red sign is the next sign.

Attack with others, be smart, let others stand in front, and still have a chance to survive.

And if you go to the opposite side to spy on intelligence and scout the enemy's situation, there is a high probability that you won't be able to come back.

Tiangong was impeccable in this regard, and the spies who came from the opposite side almost died one by one.

Those who got the red lottery three times before came back with ten out of ten.

This is an out-and-out death mission.

Usually there are thousands of Sect draws in each camp, and there will only be two red tickets.

It can be seen how unfortunate Taoist Weiheng is.

Daoist Yang Gong, who had just drawn a white lottery, broke out into a gleeful laugh.

(end of this chapter)