In fact, they also knew that if Bai Mo really wanted such a seat, even if he didn't exchange the so-called jade seal, who would dare not give it to him to make a face with his own face.
It's just polite to ask.
"This vote is for the Mortal Empire."
"You really want to do this?" Kirkov was puzzled.
Also wondering, there are other people, even Ramdo himself.
Because the supporters behind Mortal Empire are the True Cultivation Group headed by Ramdo.
They think that immortals are different, and monks should break away from the mortal society and not disturb each other.
And everyone knew that the relationship between Ramdo and Bai Mo was extremely bad, almost to the point of life-and-death enemies. Based on emotion and reason, Bai Mo would not even send this vote to him.
"He just hates me, but I don't hate him."
"..."
When Bai Mo said this, they felt a little unbelievable.
For a long time, Bai Mo has always been a cold and crazy image in the minds of all people in the Federation who still know of his existence.
To achieve the goal, use any means.
Either digging holes for people, or on the way to dig holes for people.
For a moment, everyone suddenly realized that Bai Mo could forgive such an enemy.
But in an instant, they understood the true meaning of Bai Mo's words.
"He has always beaten people unilaterally, and he has never been beaten at all."
Those who are familiar with the history before the Dao Yuan Era recalled the grievances and grievances between Bai Mo and Ramdo, only to realize that Bai Mo was suppressing Ramdo to fight...
"You..." Ramdo was very angry, but he didn't know what to say to get over this embarrassing scene.
A big enemy in my own eyes, I didn't place him as an enemy from the beginning to the end.
"You haven't hurt me, and you haven't caused me to lose anything, why should I be hostile to you?" Bai Mo made a quick fix.
"On the contrary, I quite appreciate your talent. You are the most talented person I have ever seen in Shinto cultivation."
"..."
Bai Mo's words made Ramdo completely speechless.
Others were also lost in thought.
Not because of Ramdo, but as "refugees" who were forcibly driven out of the earth by Bai Mo, they were more or less hostile to this tyrant.
As a result, I saw it today, come on, I, who was abused unilaterally, didn't even have the qualifications to be an enemy.
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Of course, some people breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is the elector's token I left to the Mortal Empire." Bai Mo ignored their thoughts, put his left hand on his right shoulder, and gently "detached" his right hand.
On the right hand that was removed, there was no trace of blood at the fracture, only some faint blue electric lights flickering.
Or using the word fracture to describe it is not very appropriate, because the fracture is actually very smooth, and it is completely impossible to see what was connected to the body a few seconds ago.
The severed right hand seemed to have a life of its own. The five fingers began to close together and stretch, and slowly turned into the tip of a sword. Stretching together, the forearm was also transformed into dehumanization. As for the big arm, it shrank inward, and soon turned into a sword hilt.
In less than two seconds, the right hand that fell off Bai Mo's body completely turned into a sword with a cold light.
Bai Mo held the sword in his left hand and waved it casually twice, not paying attention to the empty sleeve on the right.
"Just call it the Cold Light Wave Sword."
Faced with this strange scene that ordinary people see, Kirkov and the others didn't think there was any problem, because after reaching the level of a true fairy, missing a hand and a leg is similar to losing a hair of an ordinary person, let alone this It's just projecting a hand.
What's more, the lack of hands alone does not affect the fighting power of the real immortals. Even the martial arts immortals who are most accustomed to physical attacks, they can grow eight hands and four legs at any time to make an eight-armed arhat as long as they want to move.
Ordinary martial arts designed according to the normal human body structure are meaningless to a guy who can grow ten or eight hands at any time.
Two fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone eight hands, sixteen hands.
…
"Give it to him." With a thought in his mind, Bai Mo's cold light fluctuating sword lightly held in his left hand turned into a wave and disappeared, and then reappeared beside Ramdo.
"A sword without an attack trajectory?" Ramdo grabbed the Cold Light Fluctuating Sword with his hand.
After a few seconds of adjustment just now, he has once again completely controlled his emotions.
No matter how much annoyance and regret there is, it is meaningless at this time and will only affect important decisions.
When the Cold Light Wave Sword is moving, it will approach at super high speed in the form of a wave, and then re-transform into a material form, appearing in the most vulnerable position of the opponent.
There is basically no possibility for a monk under the true immortal to be able to block it.
Only a fairy-level existence that can change its body shape at any time can completely block attacks from all directions of the cold light wave sword with ever-changing postures.
The Mortal Empire is a force controlled by Ramdo behind the scenes, so Bai Mo threw the sword to him and asked him to pass it on to the appropriate person.
…
"Give mortals a world, let's call it Huafanxing." Bai Mo started the random naming mode again.
"I'll give them twenty Daqian leader ships," Kirkov said.
"Each of you arranges some people, and twenty ships are about the same."
Hearing the words Huafanxing, Yun Jie remembered the conversation they had in the cafe.
They suggest that every monk who wants to be promoted to the fifth level should find a time to temporarily seal off his psychic power, and experience the life of an ordinary person who is "transformed into the mortal".
"From now on, Huafanxing is forbidden to display extraordinary power, and it will be treated as a monk's Huafan area." Yun Jie added.
According to Kirkov's plan just now, the name of Huafan Star is a star, but in fact it will be a world composed of the internal spaces of twenty Daqian leader ships, and its area is about the same as ten Earths.
As for the Mortal Empire, it will only be one of them, temporarily in charge of the Cold Light Fluctuating Sword representing the votes of mortal electors.
In the future, if the power of other mortals grows stronger, the qualifications for the election of the emperor will also have a chance to change hands.
…
Taiyin Phaseless Sword.
Scarlet Blood Mysterious Light Sword.
Haotian Thunder Fire Sword.
Qiankun Good Fortune Sword.
Underworld Night Emperor Sword.
Tianhe tipped his sword.
After Bai Mo's cold light undulating sword was born, the swords representing the power of the other six electors were also born one after another.
They have already discussed how to distribute the remaining six electors.
Everyone knows the operation of Bai Mo's hand-to-hand sword, and in a blink of an eye, all other swords have been adjusted.
After all, it will be a symbol of power that will be placed at the core of one's own power in the future. Only by casting it by oneself will there be no messy backhands in it.
"Then, who is going to be the first emperor?" Bai Mo gently took off his head with his newly grown right hand, and rubbed it into an imperial crown indifferently.