"Hundreds of thousands of imperial guards and imperial city guards were scattered when they couldn't help at all! It's not as good as the demons who are brave and good at fighting, and they are not afraid of death. This kind of waste is a waste of food. Is it?"
Both Han Ye and Ying Mei lowered their heads and clenched their hands tightly.
Not the anger of being ridiculed, but the unspeakable guilt.
Chang Lao sighed, patted Han Chujiu on the shoulder, and didn't answer his words.
He is too aware of his Xiaojiu Daozi's mouth and tofu heart.
It's hard to say, but it's just a heartache for Di Ming Jue's painstaking efforts to be ruined just like that.
Chang Lao glanced around and saw monks appearing in this area one after another.
Some of them are acquaintances.
For example, the head, suzerain and elder of the Yin Yang sect.
There are also Jiyu elders who rushed to the ancient battlefield with Han Ye and the others to rescue them.
There were even many generals and soldiers of the Imperial Guard Army and Imperial City Guard who had been separated from Han Ye and the others before, and gathered towards them excitedly.
But in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of people gathered in the polar region army that was originally scattered and fled.
Han Ye and the others were overjoyed.
However, this joy only lasted for a moment before it turned into solemnity.
The merged Yanwu Continent is now divided into three parts.
The guardian camp and the heavenly camp occupy two huge areas, one east and one west.
There is a strong, regular barrier between the two areas.
But you can see the situation on the other side.
On the side of the Daoist camp, one figure after another appeared, and the extreme army of tens of thousands of monks gathered again.
It may seem like a lot.
But on the other side separated by a barrier, there were already crowds of people rushing in at this moment.
Dingchan Palace, Fuxi Gate, Qianji Mansion, Yueyage Pavilion...
There were even several sect families who had been helped by Muyan at the Demon Clan's Heavenly Charm Banquet.
At this time, they all chose the [Spiritualist camp] without hesitation.
Among these people are a large number of golden immortals and profound immortals, as well as hundreds of immortal kings.
There are even a few who have reached the peak of Immortal King.
Coupled with an army of countless human puppets, they surrounded Emperor Beixuan who had reached the realm of Immortal Emperor.
Fill up the [Area of the Celestial Beings] to the brim.
There is a cultivator who knows how to flirt, and has already exorcised the magic weapon of mustard space.
This area has been remodeled.
On the throne, Di Beixuan was sitting high on it, looking at the direction of the [Guardian camp] from a distance, with contempt and contempt on his face.
Below him, the monks were seated in order according to their level of cultivation.
Looking at the other end of the barrier one by one, some people couldn't help laughing.
"Tao protector? Just this few people, what kind of way do you protect? Do you protect the way to seek death?"
The man's words sparked a burst of laughter from the Heaven-reaching camp.
Sang Rao, the former elder of the Nether Region, came out in a crowd, and said with a smile: "Everyone, do you think that the little girl Jun Muyan can restore this continent to its original state by inheriting the Dao of Heaven? But don't you think about it, what is there in this continent?" Okay? Only by opening the gate of the sky and leading to the world of the gods in the heavens can we improve our strength and enter the realm of eternal invincibility?"
"This Yanwu Continent, open your eyes and see... what is there to miss? Such a useless and cowardly way of heaven, what is there to protect? Guard them, and in the end you may only welcome destruction and death!"
Sang Rao pointed to the raging and roaring ghouls in the [Six-Star Enlightenment Area].
"I'm afraid you don't know yet, do you?"