Some people can't bear to see faces that are very similar to those on the animal skin portraits in the clan.

"Senior! We are the descendants of the Bixon Continent! It's us! ”

"Wake up! Wake up! Look! Look at us as your descendants! ”

"Don't let those spirits dominate you! Wake up! ”

The cry of one person, the cry of all at the end.

It's a pity that the heart-rending sound didn't wake those people up.

On the contrary, the sea that obscured the sky and the sun was planning to break through the last line of defense.

The high-ranking monk who should have gone was almost gone, and Wang Lian couldn't help but shout.

"Shen Daoyou! Walk! ”

A few foreign monks who helped in the battle had already left first, and now there were some low-level warriors left in the barren sea, as well as him and Shen Qingyi.

Zhang Ling and his entourage watched more and more monks come out of the spatial cracks, and they couldn't care about anything else.

It's what the people above want, and even if he dies here, he can't let the things inside go wrong, otherwise...... Thinking of that consequence, Zhang Ling couldn't help but shudder.

"Seal that spatial rift for me! Fast! Seal that spatial rift! ”

Zhang Ling's roar successfully made the rest of the monks react.

Looking at the chaotic scene, the six major tribes couldn't help but be a little panicked, but at this moment, they couldn't care about those angry Bixen Continentals, because they had already fought with the monks from the outer regions.

If they have bullied the people of the Bixen Continent for so long, if the foreign monks are defeated once, they will be left behind......

No way! They must help the foreign monks, even if they ...... Even if you lose in the end, maybe you can take them with you!

Moreover, how could it be defeated ?!

There are countless high-level monks in the outer regions, what does the Bixen Continent have?

Nothing! They made the right choice!

In the world of cultivating immortals, the strong are respected, and obey the strong, what's wrong?

"Seal the Spatial Rift!"

Immediately, the scene became a mess.

There are more and more Bixen Continent monks who are said to be moved.

It's just that the combat power of the foreign monks plus the six major clans is higher than the strength of the warriors of the Bixen Continent.

Shen Qingyi felt that the spiritual power of the talisman was already very small.

The black water was getting closer and closer, and the group of people who remained were almost in a circle.

Feeling that the space has become more and more unstable, the defensive formation has shrunk again and again.

"Three seniors! Let's go! ”

The people of the Waka tribe bowed to Shen Qing and his party.

"The Kawa are happy to meet their seniors! Senior, let's go! ”

"Seniors, let's go! It doesn't last long here! ”

Shen Qing exhaled, glanced at the black sea water that had covered it, and glanced at Lin Yun and Wang Lian.

The two nodded helplessly.

The scarred Tianyuan had already fallen on Shen Qingyi's shoulder, looking at the soft vine, a member of the Waka clan sucked his nose.

He had seen the portrait of this vine, and it was one of the people of the clan who had the portrait enshrined.

One ancestor said that when they were in distress in the mountains, a vine saved them, and then the Waka made their home in the Dasim Mountains.

As if sensing the gaze, Tianyuan lifted the vine.

"Senpai, thank you......"

Tianyuan was stunned.

Looking at the waka-clansmen with burning eyes, Tianyuan didn't know why, feeling that these people seemed to know him and knew that he had spiritual intelligence......

"Thank you for saving us again...... Please take care of yourself and your predecessors! ”