Yes, why, so many people are sacrificed in every hunt in the Wild Sea? And some of the warriors who went out will still be in a trance after returning to the clan? Will there be people from the Upper Domain or the six major tribes guarding it?

Nominally, people who went into the barren sea to hunt saw too many fierce beasts and killed too many fierce beasts, but is this really the case?

So why do so few of their people enter? And the treasures obtained from hunting in the barren sea are not like ordinary treasures, with them seven or three or eighty-two, but five or five?

Is there really such a good thing?

Seeing the various expressions on the faces of some people in the Bixon Continent, the old monk knew that his words still had some effect.

It's just that some people still don't believe it.

"Nope! Don't listen to their nonsense! How many of the words of the Outlander monks can be true? How many of them are well-intentioned? No! They're all in this together! They just don't want us to get the baby! ”

"That's right! Right! ”

"Let's not take the word of the Outland monks! Think of our people who were mutilated by the Outlander monks! ”

Looking at the Bixen Continent monk who was about to be instigated again, the old monk was a little helpless.

Although I know that the evils created by the foreign monks here, I have to say that the backwardness of the Bixen Continent, although it is sometimes a kind of simplicity that is rare in the immortal cultivation world, also reveals too much ignorance.

Seeing their appearance, after all, some monks couldn't help it.

"Joke! What do you think you are?! How many of you have made us figure it out?! Those things can really make those big sects who are used to seeing good things keep an eye on them?! That's us! Those of us who don't have the strength and no background will enter your low-level interface of spiritual power! ”

"I tell you, in the eyes of the people of the Upper Regions, you are only in their eyes, there is only a difference between useful creatures and useless waste!"

The people of the Bixon Continent were red-faced and red-eared.

"We are no longer good, but we live on our own territory! What about you? Is the aggressor justified ?! ”

The argument between the two parties became more and more intense.

Shen Qingyi, who was on the other side, didn't have time to pay attention to the quarrels of the crowd, and when his outstretched hand touched the black and gold cover, he felt a sense of righteousness.

It seems that this cover is used to intercept these wraiths.

But at this moment, the hood has been dyed too much black, and the original righteousness has gradually been entangled by evil anger and resentment.

Shen Qingyi could imagine that if there was a little more time here, and there were more innocent beings buried, then this place would definitely become a hell of resentful spirits!

And although the cover was infected, it did not mean to be broken in the slightest.

It's more like an obsession, to be one with the resentful spirits in the barren sea, living and dying together.

Seeing that the last bit of strength of the sword qi splitting was about to dissipate, Shen Qing couldn't care about the hard-won heartache of the sword talisman.

The sword talisman in his hand struck another blow towards the place where he had just chopped.

"Boom!"

A loud noise spread, and all kinds of ships floating on the sea swayed and swayed.

Seeing that the hood was rippling again.

The old monk's face turned ugly.

"Don't quarrel, everyone! Come and help! Come on! ”

Seeing that some people were still arguing, the old monk's face turned blue and white.

Ada and his party glanced at everyone, and then looked at Shen Qingyi.

His eyes grew firm.

"I believe her!"

Ada no longer hesitated, raised the weapon in his hand and slammed it towards the cover.

(End of chapter)