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    Fu Lingsheng has been sitting quietly in the outer circle, silent.  No matter how they discussed how to allocate resources before, he couldn't listen.  The only thought filling his mind was, is Wuxie his sixth senior brother?  The last time this question arose was when the war first broke out. The mysterious master asked him to help Sixth Brother get the magic weapon, the Wind Fire Cruiser Gun and the Black Wind Robe.  He went and got it, and the master came to get it himself.  When he asked Wuxie if he was the sixth senior brother, the master did not answer.  He understands that whoever holds the Wind and Fire cruise ship gun is the Sixth Senior Brother.  In the subsequent battle, he paid special attention to Wuxie, but Wuxie did not use this magic weapon.  He asked about other battles, but no one used this magic weapon.  He was even more confused, where did the Fenghuo cruise gun go?  Now, the traces of the Fenghuo cruise gun finally appeared, with nine human heads hanging on the top of a hill not far from the Tmall tribe.  It seems that there is no need to guess, it can be confirmed that the Wind and Fire Cruise Gun is a magic weapon to prevent evil.  However, the reason why he hesitated was because he couldn't understand. If Wu Xie did this, wouldn't he be seeking death?  Master, aren't you worried?  Just ignore it?  He is confused. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:  Outside the seminar, more trainers were anxious, walking around the room irritably, holding the jade slips given to them by Wu Xie, waiting for contact from the "master".  They are completely different from Fu Lingsheng and Qu Yun. They didn't get the magic weapon last time.  I don¡¯t know if the master is angry.  But they heard from Zui Chenzi that the magic weapon was taken away by other cultivators, and many cultivators came to inquire.  Suddenly, they immediately understood that they had many competitors and many opponents.  Those opponents are all human beings with despicable methods. They will do whatever it takes to get a spot, as evidenced by the fact that they can take the magic weapon one step ahead of themselves.  They don¡¯t know where they heard the news. It must be some bastard who was not selected because he didn¡¯t want others to be selected, so he deliberately leaked the news secretly and muddied the water.  It¡¯s so hateful, so hateful!  They cursed silently and looked forward to the "master" assigning them new tasks.  Never let the master down next time.  The storm of Wu Xie's killing of Jiu Fan has been going on for several days. It is a very lively time. Who knows whether those powerful people will simply take advantage of the current public opinion to erase the Tmall clan as an alien.  But the old man "Master" seems to be more optimistic and doesn't give them any reply, as if he has forgotten them at the end of the world.  They are confused and anxious.  Do you feel that you have lost your qualifications to get started?  Could it be said that this is a test for the "master"?  What does he want to test?  How do I pass the test?  Anyway, no matter what.  They felt that they could no longer sit in their rooms and wait around every day, and they wanted to do something.  But the question arises, what should we do?  ¡­ The discussion continued, and in this harmonious storm, Fu Lingsheng and other trainers were finally attracted by the topic.  Nine lives, how to deal with them!  No need to think about it.  After Jiu Ming learns that his son has been killed, he will definitely take revenge, and the day when the Tmall clan will be slaughtered with blood is not far away.  "Everyone, please express your opinion. We are one, and everything we do is for ourselves. We fight for our relatives, for our sect, for the world of cultivation, and even for the safety of the entire lower world, so please speak freely!" Beiyunmen  The leader stood up. His sect had produced the most heroes and strong men. To this day, he was still the most authoritative holder of the right to speak.  But he doesn¡¯t just rely on his own power to overcome everyone¡¯s opinions.  And the issue of nine lives, for those strong men who are destined to sacrifice, will inevitably produce some pitiful sympathy. If the attitude is tough, it may cause them to rebel.  So as soon as he came to the first sentence, he brought this topic to a higher angle, to the height of all mankind and the sacrificial heroes and saviors. Every word he said in front of such a great realm would remind them that they  What is the ultimate goal and what to do.  What he said seemed very clever, as if he could fool everyone into applause, but it was not the case.  He has not fooled anyone, nor can he play tricks. In the face of the general situation, honesty is the only motivation for mutual cooperation.  Everyone is not a fool.?After all, we are all people who have lived for hundreds of years. How many things do we not understand?  To scare them with just one or two words?  joke!  It is precisely because of this kind of frankness and no scheming that everyone can think more calmly and look at every problem objectively.  And with this tone, it seems that there is no need to talk more about the fate of Jiu Ming and his tribe.  "Nine lives should die." The head of Nantianmen said calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.  "Nine lives, death." The leader of Dongxian Sect spoke.  "If he doesn't go to hell, who will?" The leader of the Sanxiu Alliance smiled.  "I will pay homage to him." Another strong man expressed his attitude.  "I will always miss this friend." A strong man who was destined to die said seriously, but there was no regret in his eyes, only fatigue and vicissitudes of life.  "Nine lives, the great leader of the clan." "He keeps working hard for his tribe. He does an outstanding job. I feel inferior to him." Gradually, more and more voices were expressed, although the words of everyone were not exhausted.  They are the same, but the meaning expressed is extremely unified.  "Nine lives must die!" Fu Lingsheng and others are happy to hear this news. Once Jiu Ming dies, the Nine Snake tribe will also perish. Wuxie and the Tmall tribe will naturally not be retaliated against, and they will have more  time.  But at this moment, a strong man who was destined to be sacrificed stood up and sighed: "The white-haired man sends the black-haired man, this is the most painful, the most revengeful, the most tragic! The nine lives have no chance of survival, for now  Let him take his revenge, and then send him on his way. "One person intercedes, and everyone is sad.  "Yes, the pain of losing his son must have made him despair. It is better to fulfill his wish and let him kill Wuxie and destroy the Tmall clan. That would be fine." "Since he has to sacrifice, this is not the same thing.  Let him avenge Dai Tian." The strong men who were about to be sacrificed all felt compassion and wanted this companion to go away peacefully.  The other strong men shook their heads and sighed. The head of Beiyun Sect looked at everyone and sighed: "Everyone, this matter is still decided by you. The choice is all in your hands." Everyone looked at each other hesitantly.  See the sigh in the other person's eyes.  When a person is about to die, what else is there to say?  This matter is not that unacceptable. Anyway, the Tmall clan and Wu Xie will be wiped out sooner or later.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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