Opening Reward 100 Million Lives Chapter 1706: Go to the head of Jiang

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"Weiheng, congratulations!"

"You guys are so lucky, it's really enviable."

Everyone knows that he is deliberately mocking Weiheng with a strange ambiguity.

After all, the gates of Jinpo Temple and Flying Star Hall are not far away, and the two sects had conflicts before.

Although the Flying Star Hall has only one Daoist, Weiheng, it has never been at a disadvantage in the face of the Jinpo Temple, which has two Daoist.

It's just that who would have thought that they would not be able to tell the winner in a direct confrontation before. Now on this front line, life and death are separated because of the lottery.

Gritting his teeth, Wei Heng ignored Daoist Yang Gong's ridicule.

But looking at the elder Ming Yatian on Gaotai with eyes full of grief and indignation.

"The first three draws in our Flying Star Hall were all black draws!"

"Every time, we have disciples killed!"

"And this time, we got a red ticket again, isn't that too much?"

Even if you want to operate in secret, even if you use us as cannon fodder, you still have to give people some hope now and then, right?

He clenched his fists tightly and said indignantly, "Isn't this forcing us to die?"

"Bold!"

The elder's expression darkened.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you saying that we, Ming Yatian, did things unfairly and did something secretly?"

"That's what he thinks, and his heart is terrible!"

Yang Gong was still fanning the flames.

"Wei Heng, you are so courageous, you dare to question Ming Yatian and disrespect all Taoist saints!"

"What should you do?"

"I don't!"

Daoist Weiheng is not stupid, he knows that even if this is the truth, he can't say it outright.

Because of this crime, I can't bear it.

He could only change the wording.

"I just think that this task is too difficult."

"Our Flying Star Hall only has more than 30 disciples, and we are too weak to take on such a heavy responsibility..."

"There is nothing unaffordable."

The elder waved his hand impatiently.

"The higher-ups won't dislike you for being incompetent, the premise is that you try your best, understand?"

"What's more, if you don't go, then who is suitable?"

"Yes!"

Yanggong Daoist once again helped out.

"Others can get a red ticket, why can't you go to Feixing Hall?"

"Could it be that the disciples of your Flying Star Hall are more expensive than others?"

Wei Heng wanted to strangle him to death.

But in the end, he could only leave the camp with a red sign under the gazes of everyone sympathetic or grateful.

Back in the fairy boat of Flying Star Hall, the 35 second and third generation disciples who were waiting inside immediately surrounded them.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Master, what lottery did you get this time?"

"The first three times we got black tickets, and six senior brothers died. It's our turn to get white tickets this time, right?"

"Haha, according to common sense, it's our turn to rest at the camp."

Facing a pair of expectant eyes, Daoist Weiheng suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Especially facing the man and woman at the head, his heart ached even more.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang, this brother and sister, he met by accident when he was traveling in a land of extremes 30 billion years ago.

Before that, Weiheng had been struggling alone.

After meeting this pair of brothers and sisters whose cultivation was only in the realm of the Immortal King, he was inexplicably moved to accept disciples.

Gradually, the Flying Star Hall came into being.

Although they did not recruit as many people as most sects did, every disciple here is like his nephew and descendant.

Although the lowest level of cultivation among them is only at the fifth level of the Emperor Realm.

As for Ye Ming and Ye Tang, the only two supreme beings in the sect, he devoted countless efforts to it.

He couldn't imagine that one day, they would die in front of him one after another.

However, some things cannot be escaped even if they are not said.

"This time we... are red cards."

"What?"

"Red sign!"

"How could this be?"

Several disciples in the room seemed to suddenly lose all their strength, and sat down on the ground.

"My God, this is asking us to die!"

"There are still 20 juniors and juniors among us who don't even come to the Venerable. Isn't it child's play to send us to spy on information?"

"Don't think about it, three consecutive black signs, and this time a red sign, someone is deliberately targeting us!"

"It must be the instigation behind Jinpo Temple, after all, they know Tang Miao Daosheng!"

"That's right, they have ten thousand ways to kill us..."

All the disciples were angry and sad, and could not accept this ending at all.

Ye Ming and Ye Tang performed much better than others.

After three seconds of astonishment and unwillingness, he quickly calmed down.

Ye Ming said in a deep voice: "For the current plan, I can only think of a way to survive as much as possible!"

"It is not without tactics to go to the front line to spy on intelligence. We can consider passively executing orders and not approaching the camp on the Tiangong side."

"It's useless."

Wei Heng shook his head.

"After accepting the red sign, Ming Yatian can know our location at any time in the rear."

"Once the foreign workers are found, they will be executed when they come back."

Ye Tang pursed his lips, then lowered his voice.

"Then let's go to Xiaomangyu."

"On the way to spy, leave this **** Mingzai domain directly, as long as you enter there, you will have a way to survive!"

"This way doesn't work either."

Wei Heng shook his head again.

"Ming Yatian will hunt us down, and we will be killed before we reach Xiaomang Domain."

"If it weren't for this reason, I would have taken you there long ago, you know..."

He sighed softly, his gaze became firm.

"Forget it, we've reached the end of the mountain, we can only count on that one."

After speaking, his eyes swept over every disciple present.

"Each of you will leave 35 hairs, or 35 drops of blood, and give them to others for safekeeping."

"Huh?"

All the disciples expressed their puzzlement.

"Master, what does this mean?"

"Yes, master, what's the use of this?"

"You're a bit of a **** old man. Could it be that you also know witchcraft?"

Daoist Weiheng smiled slightly.

"This is a chance to save everyone, you just do it."

When everyone had 35 other people's hairs or blood drops, Wei Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the future, if any of you are lucky enough to survive this great battle and leave Mingzai Domain alive, remember to go to Feixianmen."

"Feixian Gate?"

All the disciples were shocked.

"You mean the Flying Immortal Gate in Xiaomang Domain?"

Since the last battle of Rouyue Leader~IndoMTL.com~Feixianmen is now well-known in the entire Yuanxian world.

Jiang Cheng's name is even more shocking to countless immortals.

However, to these disciples in the arena, it was like a legendary sect, and it was too far away from them.

"Yes."

Weiheng smiled and nodded.

"It's the Feixian Gate that shocked the entire Yuanxian world."

There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"When you get there, ask to see the head of Jiang, and then hand over this thing, and he will naturally understand everything."

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