Chapter 630 This is a deal.

Wu Chong is the great protector of the Qianmen. He will handle all the big and small affairs in the door. It can be said that he is the biggest power controller under Jingping.

But now even he said such a thing. All the senior officials suddenly understood that things were not good, and the leader must have been seriously injured, or even deadly.

At this moment, the high-level officials in the hall are all direct figures in the Qianmen. They are old people. Their idea of Jing Ping is very simple, that is, the pillar of a sect. Now there is a crack in the pillar, and there seems to be signs that they can't stand it. This makes them rush to pay, worried.

"No, we're going to see the leader!"

"Yes, we must go and see what serious injuries the leader has suffered. Let's find him a panacea!"

"That's right, I have a ginseng of tens of millions of years! With this, the leader will be lively immediately!"

"What, it's so great to have this thing! Let's go, let's dedicate it to the leader!"

"Shut up!" Although Wu Zhongzhong was very happy with the loyalty of the middle and high-level officials, his face was still heavy. He said coldly, "Guys, what kind of person is the leader? He is unparalleled in the world, shocking the past and the present! If it were a normal injury, would it be so weak? He must have suffered a very serious injury! If not, the leader will say what he needs directly, and how can he remain silent!"

As soon as this word came out, all the senior officials were shocked, and there was a trace of despair in their hearts.

"Wu Hufa, what do you think you should do! We can't just wait like this."

"Yes, the leader is in danger now. You are now the biggest power in the Qianmen. You must think of a way!"

"This is reasonable."

Wu Chong took a look at these high-level officials and said with a gloomy look, "Guys, there is only one way. You can go to the alliance you manage to find items or medicinal materials that can supplement the soul. No matter how much, take them all back for me! But one thing to remember is that you must not divulge the news that the leader is injured! ;”

"Yes, I'll take the order!" The rest of the senior officials immediately agreed with a serious look. When they heard the items that needed to be replenished, their hearts were thumped, and the injury was unclear.

The most important place for a monk is the soul. If the soul is injured, the image department is an all-round thing. Not only the body, but also the mana, spirit and everything will be weakened. Just by Jing Ping crushing the souls of several immortal monks, these immortals will turn these immortals into fools. It can be seen that this soul is important to monks.

But they didn't talk nonsense. They went back to the alliance they managed, offering rewards and searching.

As soon as the alliance was established, it began to search for this kind of thing, which will indeed make many sects complain, but there is nothing they can do. For these direct sects, Jing Ping is their heaven.

As long as there is Jingping, no matter how big the foundation can be brought back, but without Jingping, even if they have a foundation, they will not be interesting, and they will be divided in a long time.

For a while, the treasures and elixirs that supplement the soul of various sects began to be expropriated. Some sects have just joined and are very stubborn, but the managers in the Thousand Alliance are not playful. If you don't give it, you can grab it, and if you dare to fight back, you can kill!

In the short short film, there was a bloody storm in the world, and countless beings really hidden in the dark gathered together at this moment, secretly discussing something.

"Brother Wan, what the hell did you think of this thousand alliance this time? How dare you search for items to treat the soul?" Just then, a middle-aged man in yellow suddenly spoke and looked at a man shrouded in light, really asking him.

"I got the news. I heard that Jing Ping was ambushed by the true fairyland and seriously injured his soul. He couldn't even speak." The man covered in light said, and his words were full of the smell of gloomy.

"What!"

"Is that true?"

"Haha, here's our chance!"

"Yes, I thought I had to wait for a long time, but now it seems that it's only a month."

"Take this opportunity to go to the immortal world and kill Jing Ping!"

As soon as the monk surnamed Wan spoke, he immediately aroused the surprise and surprise of a large group of people. This group of people is the real people with ulterior motives.

"The news is good news, but I don't know whether it's reliable or not." The monk in yellow said, "Even if it is reliable, we can't go directly to the fairyland to kill. You know, there are many masters and mythical beasts. Besides, Jingping is not a fuel-saving lamp. Even if he is really seriously injured, how can we be him? His opponent, he killed a fairy in the realm of Mahayana!"

With this series of words, the whole field was suddenly silent, and no one knew what to say.

That's right. Thinking about Jing Ping's fierce means and strong power, they are all as bold as fighting, and their scalps are numb and their hearts are frightened.

"Gentlemen, this is not an ordinary person. If we go forward, we must be 100% sure. We will kill with one blow, otherwise we will die!" When the monk in yellow saw his words, he said again and said to the monk shrouded in light, "Brother Wan, what do you think?"

"That's right. We must be careful, but this is our only chance! We must grasp it well. Don't forget that we are all the inheritors of all factions of the true fairyland. The ancestors of the true fairyland have sent us a message. As long as we can kill Jing Ping, we will immediately instill immortal power, so that we can all become immortals, enjoy the great cause of immortality and freedom! There are not many opportunities!" This ten thousand brothers said, "We are all the leaders of all factions in the lower world, all of whom are the cultivation of Mahayana. If we are united with the Great Thousand Alliance forever, can we be promoted to the real immortals, and can we soar?" In the end, it's better to make cows and horses! In the end, ten thousand years of cultivation turned into ashes!"

These words are very demagogic. When all the monks in the field heard this, their eyes turned red. Yes, they were originally Mahayana monks. The road of cultivation can be said to be the end. Thinking about the difficulty of the ascension disaster, they were all frightened one by one.

But now they have a chance to become immortals. How big is this **? They must work hard to get a blog!

"Okay, how to solve the problem of the two mythical beasts?" The monk in yellow also agreed to the proposal and asked immediately.

"It's true that the masters in the Qianmen are like clouds, but we don't have to fight head-on at all. Our purpose is just Jing Ping, and the rest just needs to be delayed! My plan is very simple. I can't lurk in and kill it if I can't lull in! Anyway, hold on to the master, let's go straight to kill Jing Ping! As long as you kill him, Daqianmen will decline! And we can all become true immortals!" Ten thousand brothers said viciously.

"Don't be more meticulous? Do you still want to take some disciples with you?"

"Yes, it's good to become a true immortal, but we should also make a good plan."

"Recklessness will only lead to our demise!"

This group of leaders are not fools. As soon as they heard this, they immediately said.

"You are wrong. It's useless for us to calculate this kind of thing. It's just killing! You can only attract attention when you bring people forward. You must seize the opportunity and make a thunderous blow! Simple tricks are the most direct and effective! You should know that our fundamental purpose is just Jing Ping alone. There is no need to ask about the rest at all, even the life and death of the disciples! If you kill it, you can become a real immortal. This is a deal! But if you don't, you will die!"

The ten thousand brothers said coldly, and his words were full of ruthlessness.

"I... I quit."

But at this moment, a monk suddenly said that this is a young man. At a glance, he knows that he is not old. He has only practiced for more than a thousand years. He is a genius.