I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Cold night you stupid, what are you still standing around for?

I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what I'm doing, and I'm not sure if I can do it.

But still, the order was given to the army of the Polar Regions to throw the people bound by the surplice to the barrier.

But at that moment, the six-star tower apparatus in the sky suddenly spoke up, "There is something peculiar about the way the Guardian's camp expels, for in your camp, there are thousands of mortals."

It's true that the Bew Ghosts like to devour human flesh and blood, but what they like more is actually the aura and immortal energy contained in the flesh and blood of monks.

This was especially true of the second-rank or higher homunculus ghosts.

The higher the cultivation, the more delicious it is to the bungees.

All the fallen ones in the continent of performing martial arts are all first-grade fowl, and there are so many of them that mortals are eaten almost all of them.

But in the Xiujin Continent, because the Kuo-Ghosts have a better food - the cultivators.

Therefore, the number of mortals surviving in the Xiujin Continent is far greater than the number of cultivators.

But why did the Six Star Pagoda spirits suddenly mention these mortals?

"The expelled members you may choose from among the cultivators or from among the mortals. But the number of mortals must be ten times that of the cultivators."

In the void, the Six Star Pagoda Spirit, with white hair flowing and a look of indifference and compassion, slowly said, "The mortals are in the same camp as you, but placed in different areas. Now begin to choose."

"Will it be the expulsion of the cultivators, or the expulsion of the mortals?"

The almost desperate monks immediately brightened up with a surprised expression.

"Li Wei Dye, Jing Yuan, do you hear me, you can let those mortals die instead of us!"

They almost caught a straw when they were drowning.

The monks from Xiujin Continent are useful, and may be related to Jun Muyan, who protects them from the Dao.

So they could not be killed.

But mortals are different!

In the eyes of cultivators, mortals are like ants.

If you die, you die!

Moreover, these mortals aren't even here yet.

Even if we throw tens of thousands of people out and feed them to the surrogate ghosts, that is just a number without any guilt or anxiety.

This six-star tower artifact, as expected, is biased in their favor!

At this time, even the monks on the Fluxus side of the camp heard this and became indignant one by one.

Eccentric!

Right! The Six Star Pagoda is simply outright eccentric to the Protector camp!

If they also have tens of millions of people as scapegoats, how can they worry about not winning?

The cold-blue eyes of the untouched swept over the few people who were excitedly clamoring, and slowed down to say: "Cold night, my order is not effective without Di Ming Jingyu?"

The cold night was startled, and in his heart he said, "Isn't this nonsense?

How can you, a pervert, compete with the emperor?

It was only after the slander that I slowly reacted to what Li Wei Dye meant.

He ...... he still wants to throw these monks out!

In fact, Cold Night despised these selfish, shameless and greedy monks and hated to see them die.

But he was afraid that if he really threw them out, it would chill the hearts of the other cultivators of the Immortal Continent.

On the other hand, the battle strength of their side of the protector camp was not as strong as that of the generalist camp.

As a result, the next few days wouldn't be even more difficult.

However, just as Cold Night was hesitating.

The Shadow Phantom had already walked forward with a cold face and lifted his foot to kick.

The thousands of people tied together flew straight into the barrier.

Bang-!

Almost as soon as they hit the barrier, the Shadow Phantom said, "Selectors!

The Shadow Phantom said in a deep voice, "Selectors!"