Opening Reward 100 Million Lives Chapter 1705: Feixingtang

Latest URL: The Mingzai Domain is separated from the Xiaomang Domain by a full seven domains, and the front line here is quite tight.

Although Tiangong only sent a heavenly army and three gods to attack here, it was enough for the major sects of Mingzai domain to drink a pot.

Moreover, the sects here are even more scattered than Xiaomangyu, with numerous camps and factions.

In the face of this critical global war, each camp has its own plans.

"The lottery is drawn!"

"White signs are reserved for defense, black signs are for the next round of attack, and red signs are for scouting the enemy!"

Continuous camps, this scene is being staged in many places at the same time.

For those sects with Taoist saints in charge, 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 their strength has improved a bit, most of them also have part of the qualifications to decide the task.

The fate of those small and medium 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 sects as there are sands in the Ganges River.

Ming Zaiyu also has an alliance similar to Zhuxian Palace, which is organized by Jingqin Xianfu, the ruling sect here, called Mingyatian.

However, unlike Zhuxian Palace, Ming Yatian is only eligible to join the sects with more than ten Taoist 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.

"Facing the attack of Tiangong, every sect has the obligation to fight with their lives!"

"If the Ming Zai domain falls, your sect's orthodoxy will also be lost!"

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

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

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

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

He paused deliberately, creating a moment of tension.

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

"You can try."

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

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

They really have the idea of ​​going to Xiao Mangyu for a while.

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

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

As the leaders of the sect, their cultivation bases are generally Daoist and Supreme.

Some of them are just gods.

Where can you beat Mingyatian?

The other party can really do what they say.

"The lottery starts now!"

Accompanied by the yelling of two Taoist 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.

"Crimson Frost Sect, black lottery!"

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

Other people on the side also gave him sympathetic looks.

Whoever gets 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 one's own formation.

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.

"Smasher Rain Fort, black sign!"

Another sign was signed, and there was another sad person in this world.

"Changyang Wuzu, black sign!"

"Thousand blade family, black lottery!"

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

"To Luo Palace, sign for nothing!"

"Hahahaha, great!"

Compared to the mournful expressions of those who had just drawn the black lottery, 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 be defended on the fort.

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

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.

It's just that there seem to be many more black signs than white signs on the scene, almost a ratio of five to one.

After drawing hundreds of sects, only about twenty white lotteries were drawn.

Each of these sects is ecstatic, rejoicing that they survived the catastrophe.

"Golden Soul Temple, sign for nothing!"

"Yeah."

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

On the contrary, he shook his head regretfully and sighed.

"Hey, I 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, but 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 lottery is just for show."

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

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

The ceremony of drawing lots continues.

Under Ming Yatian's threat, 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 words of the red sign, all the eyes of everyone present gathered.

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

Everyone's eyes were full of sadness.

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

"Friend Weiheng, my condolences."

As for Weiheng Daoist himself, he trembled slightly, almost losing his footing.

His hands trembling ~IndoMTL.com~ took 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.

Follow others to attack together, be smart, let others stand in front, and still have a chance to survive.

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

Tiangong is impeccable in this regard, and the spies coming from the opposite side almost die 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, thousands of sects draw lots 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.