Chapter 395 Old Friend
Some people saw a face that was very similar to the animal skin portraits in the tribe, and they felt sorry for it.
"Seniors! We are the descendants of the Bixen Continent! It's us!"
"Wake up! Wake up! Look! Look! We are your descendants!"
"Don't be controlled by those evil spirits! Wake up!"
One person's cry, and finally everyone's cry.
Unfortunately, the heart-wrenching sound did not wake those people up.
Instead, the sea water that covered the sky and the sun was about to break through the last line of defense.
The high-level monks who were supposed to leave had almost all left, and Wang Lian couldn't help but shout.
"Fellow Daoist Shen! Let's go!"
Several foreign monks who came to help had already left. Now only some low-level warriors, as well as him and Shen Qingyi were left in the desolate sea.
Zhang Ling and his group watched as more and more cultivators emerged from the space cracks and no longer cared about anything else.
That place contains what those people above want. Even if he dies here, he cannot let anything go wrong with the things inside, otherwise... Thinking of the consequences, Zhang Ling couldn't help but shudder.
"Seal that space crack for me! Quick! Seal that space crack!"
Zhang Ling's roar successfully made the other monks react.
Looking at the chaotic scene, the six major tribes couldn't help but panic, but at this moment they could no longer care about the angry six people of Bickson, because they had already fought with the monks from outside the domain.
They had been bullying the six people from Bickson for so long. If the foreign cultivators were defeated one day and left behind...
No! They must help the foreign monks, even if... even if they are defeated in the end, maybe they can still take them with them!
Besides, how could they possibly be defeated?!
There are countless high-level monks in the outer realms, what does the Bixon Continent have?
Nothing! They made the right choice!
In the world of cultivating immortals, the strong are respected. What's wrong with obeying the strong?
"Seal the space crack!"
Suddenly the scene became a chaotic mess.
More and more monks from the Bixen Continent were persuaded.
However, the combat power of the monks from other domains plus that of the six major clans is higher than that of the warriors of the Bickson Continent.
Shen Qingyi felt that the spiritual power of the talisman was almost gone.
The black sea water was getting closer and closer, and the group of people who stayed behind almost formed a circle.
Feeling that the space was becoming increasingly unstable, the defensive formation shrank again and again.
"Three seniors! Let's go!"
The Waka tribe members knelt down and bowed to Shen Qing and his party.
"The Kava tribe is very happy to meet you, Senior! Senior, let's go!"
"Seniors, let's leave quickly! We can't hold out here for much longer!"
Shen Qingyi let out a breath, glanced at the black sea water that had covered everything, and glanced at Lin Yun and Wang Lian.
The two nodded helplessly.
The wounded Tianyuan had fallen limply on Shen Qingyi's shoulder. Looking at the limp vine, a member of the Waka tribe sniffed.
He had seen the portrait of this vine, which was the portrait of the one worshipped in the tribe.
An old ancestor said that when they were in danger in the mountains, it was a vine that saved them, and then the Waka people settled in the Dasim Mountains.
As if aware of the gaze coming at him, Tianyuan raised the vine.
"Thank you, Senior..."
Tianyuan was stunned.
Looking at the Waka people with blazing eyes, Tian Yuan felt for some reason that these people seemed to know him, that he had intelligence...
"Thank you for saving us again... Please take care of yourselves, you and Senior Qingyi!"
(End of this chapter)
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