Chapter 1705 Feixingtang

Latest website address: The Mingzai Domain is separated from the Xiaomang Domain by seven realms, and the front line here is quite tight.

Although Tiangong only sent one heavenly army and three divine kings to attack here, it was enough for all the major sects in Mingzai Domain to drink.

Moreover, the sects here are even more scattered than those in Xiaomang Domain, with many factions and factions.

Facing this dangerous battle across the entire territory, each camp has its own plans.

"The lot has been drawn, the lot has been drawn!"

"The white sign will stay for defense, the black sign will attack in one round, and the red sign will scout out the enemy's situation!"

This scene was happening at the same time in many places in the continuous camps.

For those sects with Dao Sages sitting in charge, what they should do in the next round can be decided through discussion.

And those who have multiple Taoist priests in charge and whose strength has reached a certain level will probably have some qualifications to determine the mission.

The fate of those small and medium-sized sects with only one or two Taoist priests, or even no Taoist priests, depends on this lottery.

In the entire Mingzai domain, there are as many small and medium-sized sects as there are sands of sand in the Ganges River.

There is also an alliance similar to Zhuxian Palace in Mingzai Domain. It is organized by Jingqinxianfu, the dominant sect here, and is called Mingyatian.

However, unlike Zhuxian Palace, only sects with more than ten Taoist masters in Mingyatian are eligible to join.

Therefore the number of members is small.

At this time, a Taoist-level elder who had joined Ming Yatian was presiding over the drawing ceremony of a camp.

"Faced with the attack from the Heavenly Palace, every sect has the obligation to sacrifice one's life and fight!"

"If Mingzai Domain falls, your Shanmen orthodoxy will also be gone!"

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

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

"So, anyone who dares to disobey the results of the draw will be killed without mercy!"

"Anyone who defectes from the Ming Zai Domain will be the enemy of Ming Yatian. All members of his sect will be killed, and the entire sect of the mountain sect will be annihilated!"

He paused deliberately, creating a tense atmosphere.

"I know that many of you now want to go to Xiaomang Territory and regard it as a paradise."

"You can try it."

"Let's see if you can get in there alive under Ming Yatian's pursuit."

As soon as these words came out, the little heads and clan leaders below fell silent.

These days, they all really have the idea of ​​​​going to Xiaomang Territory.

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

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

As the leader of the sect, their cultivation levels are generally still Taoist and Supreme.

Some of them are even just deities.

Where can I beat Ming Yatian?

The other party can really do what he says.

"Let the drawing begin now!"

Accompanied by the shouts of two Taoists on the side, a cylindrical fairy weapon appeared in the field.

What color this thing can appear, you can't detect it with your soul in advance, you can only judge the character.

A famous leader and clan leader, with the mentality of going to the execution ground, moved three steps at a time and formed a long queue.

"Red Frost Sect, black sign!"

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

Others on the side also cast sympathetic looks at him.

Those who draw a black lottery will go with the army during the next attack.

Everyone knows that attacking the fortress of Tiangong is much more dangerous than sticking to one's own formation.

This is considered a sign.

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

"Shattering Rain Castle, black sign!"

It’s time to sign the lottery again, and there is another sad person in this world.

"Clan Yangwu Clan, black sign!"

"Thousand Blades Family, Black Sign!"

After four black lots, a white lot finally came out.

"Come to Luo Palace and sign in vain!"

"Hahahaha, great!"

Compared to the expressions of those who just got the black lot, the leader of Zhiluo Palace jumped three feet high and almost danced on the spot with excitement.

That performance was like winning the jackpot.

Others cast their eyes with envy and jealousy.

White Lotto only needs to defend this side of the fortress.

Not to mention the Tiangong attack, this side will be prepared in advance, with large formations and restricted assistance.

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

It is ten times safer than a black sign that can only move forward but not retreat.

However, there seemed to be much more black signs than white signs at the scene, with a ratio of almost five to one.

After drawing hundreds of sects, only about twenty white lots came out.

Each of these sects was ecstatic and thankful to have survived the catastrophe.

"Golden Soul Temple, white lottery!"

"Um."

Yang Gong, the master of the Jinpo Temple, nodded and did not look as excited as the others.

Instead, he shook his head regretfully and sighed.

"Oh, I originally wanted to lead my disciples to attack the enemy formation and fight in the most dangerous place."

"However, the four consecutive draws were all for nothing."

"It's so sad..."

Those at the back who had not yet drawn lots were all cursing in their hearts.

"You're so fucking good at being so cheap!"

"Tsk, if the Jinpo Temple hadn't been related to Taoist Saint Tangmiao from Mingyatian, how could there be such good luck?"

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

They can easily spot some tricks.

"It's just a behind-the-scenes operation."

"No matter how we are drawn, we are all cannon fodder. Drawing lots is just for show."

On the surface, the result of this draw is shown by the magic weapon and depends entirely on character.

But in fact, the immortal weapon was provided by Ming Yatian. If they really had to make some arrangements in advance, it would be easy and simple.

The drawing of lots continues.

Under Ming Yatian's intimidation, no one dared to resist.

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

"Feixingtang, red sign!"

Upon hearing the word "red sign", everyone present gathered their eyes.

It fell on the face of Dao Zun Weiheng, the leader of Feixingtang.

Everyone's eyes were full of sadness over the death of a rabbit or a fox.

The man behind Dao Zun Weiheng couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.

"Fellow Taoist Weiheng, my condolences."

Dao Zun Weiheng himself trembled slightly and almost lost his footing.

He trembled with his hands and took the red talisman as if he were mourning, as if he had received a death sentence.

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

Follow the others in the attack, be smart and let others take the lead, and you still have a chance to survive.

If you go to the other side to gather intelligence and detect the enemy's situation, there is a high probability that you will not be able to come back.

Tiangong is impeccable in this regard, and almost every one of the spies coming from the other side is killed.

Those who got red draws three times before came back and failed to save one out of ten.

This is an out-and-out death mission.

Usually, among thousands of sects drawing lots in each camp, there will only be two red lots.

It can be seen how unfortunate Dao Zun Weiheng is.

Taoist Master Yang Gong, who had just drawn a white lottery, burst into gloating laughter.