"Huh?" Yin Fusheng glanced at Fatty Wang.

Although he didn't deliberately suppress it with his realm, it made Fatty Wang tremble with fear and his knees almost broke!

Jiang Heng used the power of his spiritual consciousness to resist the overwhelming pressure from Yin Fusheng, and relieved Fatty Wang of most of his strength.

"Headmaster Yin, this is what I mean. As we all know, my master is in retreat at the moment. The Holy Son of the Yintian Sect, calling me the headmaster... doesn't that mean he is putting me on the fire?"

Hooray!

Fourteen Holy Sword Hall disciples lined up in two teams to form two seven-star world-destroying sword formations, protecting Jiang Heng and Fatty Wang in the middle.

Fatty Wang let out a big breath and refused to admit defeat, "That's what I mean. No matter who it is, whoever dares to offend my Blood Fiend Sword Sect will never let him go!"

"I think what Jiang Heng said makes sense." Zhou Zhen walked over with a dark face and moved his shoulders slightly, blocking all the power of Yin Fusheng's consciousness.

"Of course you think what he said makes sense! No one in the world knows that you want to take this kid as your disciple day and night!" Crazy Wu came forward and stood with Jiang Heng and others.

"That seems to be the case!" Yin Fusheng's eyes suddenly disappeared with murderous intent. He chuckled and pressed down with his hands.

Deep down in my heart, I had a deep fear of Jiang Heng.

Ever since this kid was born like a comet in the Blood Fiend Sword Sect, his cultivation has soared like a flying star, so we have to guard against him!

"Everyone! I have been entrusted by the Holy Demonic Sect to summon everyone here today to listen to the holy teachings!"

After Yin Fusheng said this, he waved his sleeves and tapped his white fingers in the void.

A blood-red phantom of a heart, about ten feet in size, jumped out and hung above everyone's heads.

Boom, boom, boom!

After the thunderous heartbeat, an old man's vicissitudes of voice came from the heart.

"On behalf of the Twelve Holy Sects of Demonic Dao, I would like to announce two things to my colleagues in Xiaojiezhou."

"The first thing is, according to the exact information we have received, the various sects of the Immortal Way have been secretly working together and seem to want to plot your territory..."

"The second thing is that the Demon Dao Holy Sect has decided to order you to immediately hold a Demon Dao Conference to rebuild the alliance! In order to deal with the threat of the Immortal Dao, and even counterattack at any time..."

"Master Yin, what do you think?"

Yin Fusheng came under the blood-red heart, bowed and saluted, and said humbly: "I obey your orders! You must carry out the will of the Holy Demonic Sect!"

The old man smiled with satisfaction, and his voice gradually became deeper.

"Three days later, whoever becomes the leader of the Xiaojiezhou Demonic Alliance must remember to send a message to the Holy Sect here. We will give you the benefits we have prepared for a long time!"

"It's up to you to decide how to choose the alliance leader!"

After counting the interest.

The huge blood-red heart phantom also gradually disappeared.

On the altar, after a period of silence, there was suddenly a small discussion.

"The Demonic Saint Sect said that no matter who becomes the leader of the alliance, there will be benefits... What do you think they will be?"

"Who knows? I only know that after becoming the head of my family, the head of my family came here to receive a teleportation talisman..."

"Isn't it the magic pill that will lead to immortality?"

"What are you thinking about? Well, people in the Holy Sect said, no matter who becomes the leader, what does that mean?"

"It means fair competition, right?"

This question, which was neither big nor small, rang out at the altar, making everyone stunned.

Yin Fusheng's face turned ugly.

According to his opinion, why does this alliance leader need to be elected?

Let him, the head of the first demon sect, be the right thing!

"Ahem! Since everyone has the idea of ​​becoming the leader of the alliance, please share your opinions!"

"Master Yin, I mean martial arts competition!" Tu Ming, the leader of the Black Killing Sect, smiled and held his hands, "As the leader of the alliance, you must have absolute strength, otherwise how can you lead the heroes?"

The head of the Moyin Sect is still in retreat, and the representative sent this time is still Lu Qizi.

"My dear, Lu Qizi of the Demonic Hidden Sect, I think we need to compare! As the leader of the alliance, your absolute strength is only one aspect. It also has to test your ingenuity! Well, I recommend Jiang Heng and fellow Taoist Jiang to be the leader of the alliance!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"How many spiritual stones has Old Demon Jiang spent, and there are actually people who are willing to advocate for him in public!"

"Damn it, I also want to be the leader of the alliance, why doesn't anyone recommend me?!"

"Just think about it, you are not qualified enough... A small sect like me can only choose a few major sects above and act in line..."

"If you can't write two magic words in one stroke, it's better not to fight or kill!" Zhou Zhen, the head of the Tuxian Sect, spoke eloquently after careful consideration.

"Well, I also think Wenbi is good! I recommend Jiang Heng! Jiang Heng will be the leader of the alliance, I'm relieved!"

Although Zhou Zhen didn't know who was more suitable to be the alliance leader, he knew that as long as the alliance leader was not Yin Fusheng, the status of their Immortal Slayer Sect might be able to rise again...

"The literary competition is great! The Blood Clothes Sect also recommended Jiang Heng." Madman Wu smiled carelessly, stroking his hands.

He supports Jiang Heng simply because he likes this boy's decisive and decisive character.

As for Yin Fusheng, he is just an old scumbag who can only take action in secret. I will not support him!

Yin Fusheng blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Senior nephew Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Heng remained silent, looking like he was thinking.

After he heard the decree of the Demonic Saint Sect, he immediately established contact with Chen Wuxian through the elder token of the Holy Sword Hall and asked what Chen Wuxian meant.

Not long after, Chen Wuxian's tired voice came from the Holy Sword Hall elder's token, "You decide for yourself. No matter what, I will support you as a teacher."

Jiang Heng nodded and raised his head suddenly, "Headmaster Yin, I also think that I am very suitable to be the leader of the alliance!"

He and Yin Fusheng and Tianxie Sect have long had a serious feud. Even if they give in at this time, they will not live in peace with each other.

Instead, it would be better to compete.

It would also be good if you could become the leader of the alliance and get more benefits from the Demonic Saint Sect!

After all, the spiritual energy in Lingbao Continent is still too thin compared to his previous life, and it has seriously affected the speed of his cultivation!

There was just one thing that Jiang Heng wasn't sure about.

He had previously killed two brothers, Murong Huai and Murong Changsu, from the Rakshasa Holy Sect.

At this moment, the Demonic Saint Sect may be aware of the existence of someone like him.

I don’t know if Yin Fusheng was secretly instigated to stumble him.

Suddenly Jiang Heng remembered something and looked around.

He discovered that among the sects he was familiar with, there were actually several sects that did not come here to listen to orders!

For example, Hehuan Palace and Blood Cherry Sect...

"What a great ambition! Junior nephew Jiang deserves to be a young hero for having such an idea!" Yin Fusheng smiled sinisterly and turned to face the many small sects behind him.

"What do you think?"

Those small demonic sects that had long been bullied and feared by the Tianxie Sect, each pondered and had no choice but to express their stance.

"We... hope that the head of Yin will follow suit! We think it is better to compete with each other in martial arts!"

Yin Fusheng smiled and looked at the crowd on the other side, "What choice do you have?"

"Martial arts competition!" The heads of the small sects secretly observed Jiang Heng for a few times and said hesitantly.

Jiang Heng turned around and looked calmly at the remaining leaders who were struggling internally.

"Seniors, what do you think?"

"Uh, let's wait, I think Wenbi is better!" The heads looked at each other helplessly and had no choice but to line up and come to Jiang Heng's side.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Feng Ruhui's voice, the head of the Blood Cherry Sect, came from afar.

Madman Wu laughed and waved to Feng Ruhui, "Old Feng, come here quickly! I tell you..."

After a moment, the leader of the third sect in line gave Jiang Heng a meaningful look, "On behalf of the Blood Cherry Sect, I recommend Jiang Heng! I choose Wenbi!"

"Elder Jiang, when did you come back?" Yang Ying, the master of Hehuan Palace, came to the crowd.

"Uh, disciple, pay homage to Master Yang!" Jiang Heng smiled awkwardly and bowed his hands.

"Is that elixir useful?" The elixir Yang Ying said naturally meant something.

"My disciple used it, but he didn't know the effect... Later, my master came over..." Jiang Heng said honestly.

"A traitor to the immortal way has the nerve to bring back the Bloody Sword Sect. I think your master really doesn't want to lose face..." Yang Ying was so angry that she stared at Jiang Heng and wanted to get angry.

"Uncle Yang, you didn't think about going to the Blood Demon Sword Sect yourself and directly questioning my head master?" Jiang Heng said to Yang Ying, with a face full of indignation.

"That's fine! Now that the matter is over, I'll go there in person!" Yang Ying was very satisfied with Jiang Heng's attitude of sharing the same hatred.

"What are you choosing?"

"We are choosing the alliance leader." Jiang Heng quietly sent a message to inform them of the current situation.
To be continued...