The ancestors of the demon gate will pass through

Chapter 58

"Does the True Monarch Wanmo have a good opinion?" Zhang Qingquan's smile looked so approachable to others, but Wang Yuan could sense the full of malice in it.

Slowly standing up from the center of the front row, Wang Yuan casually bowed his hands to the rostrum as a greeting, then he turned to face the group of immortals, and stopped looking at the representatives of those famous sects.

"This is the 'No. [-] Golden Immortal'? It turned out to be a casual cultivator of the demon sect!" Those true immortals who were neither good at divination nor had the channels to collect information all focused their eyes on Wang Yuan, looking at Wang Yuan as if he was curious. with him.

This is not surprising. After all, before the high-level immortals evacuated, golden immortals were still very common. True immortals would have respect for golden immortals, but it took time to cultivate fear.

"Only with such an identity will you fight for your life!"

"Who says it's not, but now that they have fought out, their status is just below those of the seven major sects!"

Qunxian didn't shy away from the discussion, but Wang Yuan didn't care, after all, he couldn't follow the connection between the projection and the main body, could he?
In the short time when Wang Yuan got up, cupped his hands, and turned around to speak, he already had a plan in his mind, not to worry about why Zhang Qingquan treated him like this, whether it was an unknown hatred or using him as a stepping stone, Since he had no choice but to show his face in front of the gods of the heavens, so what if he, Wang Yuan, simply made a splash?
"This seat is Wang Yuan, the true king of all demons! There are no high opinions, but there are three ways to solve the problem!" Wang Yuan now has big fists, and his authority has also grown. The prestige is still shaking.

Otherwise, it will be troublesome for cats and dogs to see the opportunity and bully them!

Hearing Wang Yuan's "crazy words", Zhang Qingquan couldn't help showing an embarrassed smile. The plan to suppress Wang Yuan was the common will of the seven factions. Although he is the head teacher of Heming Mountain, he is only an executor.

Whether it is in the door or in the "alliance", constraints exist and cannot be ignored. This is the system and rules.

"If you are honest, you will definitely have less trouble!" Zhang Qingquan, who sat back in his seat, looked at Wang Yuan's back, and said with regret in his heart.

But he was also curious about the "method" that Wang Yuan said.

"The method of this seat, first, is to sort out the land from the edge of the Yuan continent. The Shanhe Sheji formation is different from the magic circle arranged by the magic treasure formation. In addition to the will of the people, it also relies heavily on the aura of the mountains and rivers. Protection, the Great Zhou Dynasty is obviously not good at it!" Wang Yuan's projection said here, the main body was on the other side of the Bone Cave, released a circle of light, and through the transmission of the holographic projection, a huge PPT appeared in the group In front of the fairy.

This PPT temporarily produced by Wang Yuan shows exactly the defense situation of the large formation nodes collected by him on the way to escape. Although there are only a few cases, it also proves that what Wang Yuan said is true.

Witnessing the transformation of the immortals from casual to serious, Wang Yuan's confidence increased greatly, and he did not delay, and immediately introduced the follow-up methods one by one.

"Second, send people to assassinate important officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty. A dynasty can be powerful, but it is composed of countless people after all. As long as there are problems at key points, it will soon fall into chaos. At the same time, it can attract attention……"

"Third, under the cover of the second point, contact the imprisoned prince, contact the civil revolutionary party, contact all those who resisted Emperor Anqing, do not use these people to overthrow Emperor Anqing's rule, as long as they can consume the luck of the emperor , is our victory!"

Putting away the round light technique, Wang Yuan once again looked around the entire venue. He now needs a cooperative audience, which is also known as "Tuo" as the saying goes, to "guide" out deeper and more attractive conditions.

Not in vain of the hasty message from the main body, a reliable audience quickly appeared, and the ghost scholar Zhang Jiye who was sitting in the back row suddenly got up and asked questions with a voice that could be clearly heard in the entire venue.

"With the power of the Shanhe Sheji formation, all the immortals who set foot on the One-Yuan Continent can be greatly reduced in strength. With the ubiquitous humane law net, any immortal who wants to complete your plan will have to bear huge risks!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Jiye paused for a while, and then he waved his arms wildly like a showman, and said provocatively in an impassioned tone: "I don't think anyone here is willing to take that risk by themselves. , so how can these plans be realized?"

"This plan is not your fantasy alone, it is a conspiracy by a big force against casual practitioners!" Zhang Jiye's outstanding acting skills turned Zhang Jiye into a "fighter", and his revelation also excited the casual practitioners who occupied most of the seats in the venue.

"That Golden Immortal must have taken refuge in the Seven Great Sects!"

"That's right, that's definitely the case. It's really disgusting to use the flesh and blood corpses of us loose cultivators to pave the way for them!"

"The True Monarch of Myriad Demons is still a casual cultivator, but he shamelessly fell to the big faction, he really has the essence of how the Demon Sect handles things!"

"I'm ashamed to be a demon cultivator!"

……

Just when the discussions among the casual cultivators were raging against Yingtian, the representatives of the seven major factions on the rostrum were at a loss in their hearts. They looked at each other quietly, as if they were all asking their allies whether there was really Such an arrangement, but I don't know it.

Just when Zhang Qingquan was about to use coercive means to maintain the order of the venue, Wang Yuan, who was in the center of the storm, spoke quietly.

"Immortals can't go, don't there be mortal disciples?" The cold and indifferent voice seemed to carry boundless blood evil, and once it spread in the venue, it instantly silenced other voices.

Everyone's eyes focused on Wang Yuan again, but Wang Yuan ignored the pressure. He released the fairy-tale version of the PPT again, pointing to a few key points and said: "The Great Zhou Dynasty didn't pay much attention to that mortal monk. , as long as the plan is proper, whether it is a mountain node or a high-ranking official, mortal monks will have the opportunity to approach and take corresponding actions. As for contacting rebels, let alone monks, mortals can easily do it."

"Do you have any questions? There are no disciples of yours here, so if you ask them, you won't be afraid of hurting their sincerity!" Wang Yuan pushed the hypocrites back to their seats with one sentence.

"Amitabha, disciples are also resources. If they are wasted in vain, the Buddha will cry." It was not a casual cultivator who spoke out, but the representative of Liuli Pure Land on the rostrum—Monk Xiaochen.

Looking back, Wang Yuan showed a smile, which seemed to be admiration but also disdain.

"He is such a rare great monk. He doesn't make any twists and turns when he speaks, but directly points to the core of the problem!" Wang Yuan glanced back and forth on the rostrum, as if admiring the different expressions and words of the representatives of the seven major sects. After a short pause, he continued.

"It's a pity that wisdom is a bit off. Of course, the lives of the disciples are not thrown in for nothing. Merit is our reward!"

　Thanks to the book friend Zhongming in October for the reward, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)