This time Prince Wuxin was really doomed, but the old prisoner who was beside the young prisoner suddenly disappeared.
But seeing it appearing in front of Prince Wuxin strangely, the flower vines entangled Prince Wuxin, and at the last moment, rolled it up and threw it out.
"Little prisoner, Huang Zhi's lineage is handed over to you."
The old prisoner's voice was completely buried by a burst of rumble.
"grandmother!"
Xiaoqi Prisontian screamed out at the top of his lungs. It wanted to rush forward, but was held back by Zhu Han and the old patriarch of Zhufeng who reacted immediately.
"Let go of me, I want to save grandma."
Xiao Qiantian couldn't believe it, why did grandma save Prince Wuxin
Although he had already experienced the pain of parting from his relatives, four thousand years ago, the old prisoner left at the last moment to protect the ancient relics, and was slaughtered by the gods of the gods.
But this time, the old prisoner was trying to save the heartless Prince Wuxin.
"Little prisoner, calm down, your grandma did that to protect everyone."
The old patriarch of Zhufeng said with a heartbroken voice.
As the head of the patriarch, it understands the intention of the old prisoner.
No matter how many evils Prince Wuxin did, he was still the eldest son of the Longevity God Emperor and the heir to the throne. If Prince Wuxin died on the Yangquan Ancient Road, the Longevity God Emperor would never spare the Huangzu easily.
The Desolate race, who had been severely injured by the collapse of the galaxy, could no longer bear the wrath of the god emperor again.
The old prisoner chose to sacrifice himself to save the lives of the Huangzu.
"He deserves to die, he should have died a long time ago, and after four thousand years, he will also be a wimp, and return my grandma's life."
Little Prisoner cried bitterly.
It thought that by going back four thousand years ago, it could turn the world around, change the fate of the Desolate race, and save the lives of grandma and her family, but in the end, grandma still left.
It was left alone again.
"Little Prisoner, don't be sad anymore. I, Xiaozhiyo and Xiaowuya are your relatives, you must cheer up, and don't forget the old prisoner's patriarch's last advice."
When Ye Lingyue saw Xiao Prisontian's painful appearance, her heart was also gloomy.
Why didn't she want to change the fate of the Huangzu? She thought that manpower could conquer the sky, but the fact is that what should happen will still happen.
The old prisoner left anyway, not knowing what the fate of the others would be.
"Ye Ling is right, little prisoner, from now on, you will be the new patriarch of the Desolate Clan."
The old patriarch of Zhufeng glared, and glanced at Prince Wuxin who had been dumbfounded by fright.
"Prince Wuxin, the old prisoner saved you. If you still have a little bit of conscience, you should repay your kindness. It is also because of you that we can't even enter the underground area now."
Prince Wuxin swallowed his saliva and collected himself.
"What's the matter with this palace? It's the old guy who is busy with his own affairs. He rushed to save me."
"Things that are not as good as pigs and dogs, come and tie him up."
When the little prisoner heard this, he became furious.
Prince Wuxin is the same as Prince Changsheng, they are all brazen and shameless, he is really worthless for grandma.
"How dare you, how dare you treat Ben Gong like this, be careful, Ben Gong will tell the emperor to let all of you, the Huang Clan, leave no chickens or dogs behind!"
At this time, Prince Wuxin was still clamoring.
"Why didn't I dare? Do you think that we, the Desolate Race, have nothing to be afraid of at this point?"
The little prisoner waved the flower vines, and several angry Huangzhi warriors stepped forward to tie up Prince Wuxin tightly, not forgetting to gag his mouth as well.
The rest of the protoss warriors were only a dozen or so, and they were all staring at each other at the moment, and no one dared to say more.
Xiaolongtian and the old patriarch of Zhufeng cleaned up part of the meteorite.
The old prisoner's body was found.
Ye Lingyue shook her head regretfully after checking.
"The old patriarch has gone."
The meteorite caused by the collapse of the galaxy is extremely harmful, and it also contains a mysterious power.
This kind of power, as soon as it touches the wound, will quickly enter the body, causing blood and muscle necrosis.
The origin of this meteor shower falling from the galaxy is unknown, and its power is astonishing. It is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. When the next round of meteor shower erupts, it is unknown how many people will survive.
Everyone looked at the corpses of Old Prisoner and the Protoss warriors, and fell into silence.
The entire entrance was completely destroyed by this sudden meteorite rain. If you want to enter the underground area, you must first clear the entrance and exit.
But in the situation where the collapse of the galaxy continued to intensify, it was already very difficult for everyone to protect themselves, let alone clean up the scene.
"Patriarch, the collapse of the galaxy is still intensifying, and many nearby roads have been completely blocked, and we have no way out."
Several warriors of the Desolate tribe had serious expressions, and told Zhufeng the bad news.
"The road ahead is blocked, and the road behind is difficult. Are we waiting here to die?"
Zhu Han frowned.
"We must find a way out. Young patriarch, in my opinion, we must clear the passage as soon as possible and enter the underground area. We are running out of time."
Dixin observed the surroundings carefully and suggested.
"Is it too risky? The meteor shower is a little smaller now, but the next round of eruption is possible at any time."
Zhu Han and his son did not immediately agree with Di Xin's suggestion.
"Dixin, I will discuss something with you."
Ye Lingyue secretly tugged at Di Xin's sleeve and pulled him aside.
"I wonder if we should let the remaining members of the Desolate Race enter Hongmengtian and leave after the Galaxy Fall is over. Then we will enter the underground area and enter the Yangquan Temple."
Ye Lingyue said in a low voice.
She was unwilling to let Emperor Xin, Zhu Han and others take any more risks.
Gathering here are the few remaining young and middle-aged forces of the wild plants and wild beasts. If they can't be preserved, it will be too late.
"In this way, your possession of Hongmengtian will be exposed, which is not good for you."
Emperor Xin scanned the surrounding area, after the transfer of the two old patriarchs earlier and the meteor rain, there were not many people left in the two lines of the Desolate race, and there were only a hundred or so people in front of them.
As for Prince Wuxin and the dozen or so protoss warriors, Ye Lingyue didn't intend to take care of them.
But even if there are only more than a hundred people, the emperor still cannot fully trust these people.
For Ye Lingyue, Hongmengtian is the last place to save her life.
And once exposed, it will definitely bring endless harm to Ye Lingyue, especially when the emperor is not sure whether they can return to the situation after four thousand years.
"I believe in Xiaozhiyo, Xiaolongtian and their clansmen. We can no longer make unnecessary sacrifices."
Ye Lingyue also knew that the emperor was doing it for her own good.
"Forget it, but for the sake of safety, I still agree to let a small number of people enter first. It is better to let the old patriarch and the young patriarch select their most trusted subordinates to enter."