Lord Huo Yao smiled and did not answer, but looked at the person further ahead.

Dragon head and body.

A strong and powerful opening.

"It's a pity that Brother Long Ren will not be the leader of the alliance." Feng Xi shook his head with regret.

"I think the senior should be the leader of the alliance."

When Marquis Guiyuan heard what Feng Xi had said, he immediately pointed out that among the nine tribes, only these three people were in the realm of two flowers.

Everyone knows that Long Renxuan doesn't want to be in the limelight, and Huo Ya Daojun is a bit crazy, so Bing Feng Xi is the best choice.

"I am a latecomer in front of the two seniors. How can I take on important responsibilities?" Feng Xi waved his hand quickly.

The dragon man shook his head and said: "I will not be the leader of the nine tribes."

Taoist Lord Huo Ya turned his eyes slightly, glanced at He Feng Xi, and said calmly: "Brother Long Ren has a reason not to be the leader of the alliance, and Taoist friend Bing Feng also feels that he cannot take on the big responsibility..."

Ling Fengxi's face darkened, and he interrupted Taoist Master Huo Ya: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to recommend yourself?"

It's not that he doesn't want to be the leader of the alliance, it's just that he can't go up so openly.

If Mr. Huoya Tao really borrowed the donkey from Poxia and Fengxi, he would be very angry.

Lord Huo Yao chuckled:

"No."

"Since fellow Taoist disciples don't intend to be the leader of the alliance, what are you doing?" Feng Xi continued to ask.

He saw the expressions on everyone's faces and realized that he was too obvious, but he had no choice but to fire the arrow. It would be better to say that this question would solve the problem. Dragon Renxuan withdrew, and Fire Crow Taoist Master did not intend to participate.

He was the only one left in the field, Erhuado-kun.

Lord Huo Yao said calmly: "I want to recommend someone to be the leader of the alliance."

"who?"

"I!"

The young monk stepped forward.

The person who came was wearing a flat crown and a dark red robe, with a handsome face and an aquiline nose.

He walked slowly until he reached the leader's chair, sat down unceremoniously, held the armrests with both hands, and said calmly: "None of you can sit on this seat."

And Feng Xi shouted angrily: "Who are you?"

"My name is Wu Rong."

Wu Rong seemed to be feeling the comfort of the seat. From his slight frown, he could tell that the seat was not comfortable.

So he stood up, kicked over the leader's chair, looked at everyone and said: "From now on there will be no leader, only the Lord of the Underworld!"

"How brave!"

And Feng Xi shouted loudly.

Don't say that Wu Rong is the master of Laoshizi's underworld, he doesn't take it seriously at all.

A mere Ichika Dao-kun cannot survive ten moves in his hands.

Just when he was about to take action, he suddenly saw the faint mist standing next to Wu Rong.

It looked like a tall figure.

However, why did he only notice it now? With his strength, he shouldn't ignore it at all.

then.

A pair of samsara eyes that contain life and death slowly opened in the void.

Just one glance.

And Feng Xi was covered in cold sweat on his forehead.

Plop.

Fall back into your seat.

Lord Huo Yao looked helpless.

He didn't want to recommend the other party, but the other party came to him.

He will never forget the horror of that day. He only went through three rounds in the hands of that gray figure, and the first two rounds were just given to him by the opponent.

How desperate this is.

The other party wants to kill me, but I can't resist at all.

Only then did he finally realize the difference between Daojun.

What southern expedition?

It's just to give them face.

As of now, there is only one opponent in the underworld.

Hades.

He even suspected that the Yin soldiers of the underworld were using the passage to block the Blood Sea Hades from interfering with the upper reaches of the Styx River.

Feng Xi squeezed out the words through his teeth: "We rush forward in a swarm, but you... may not be able to kill us all."

"As long as his mana is exhausted, we have a chance of winning!"

Wu Rong smiled and said nothing.

The Marquis of Guiyuan held down the magic weapon and stood up in shock.

The mist turned into a cloak and was draped on a tall monk.

Like the icy peaks of distant mountains, the face is glowing with a faint cyan color, and the fangs make the lower jaw look even sharper.

bite.

Purple-black thick nails touched Guiyuan Hou's forehead.

The coolness made Marquis Guiyuan shiver.

The demon god standing in front of him looked sternly.

Speak slowly.
Chapter completed!