"The outcome of the Bet on the Other Side and Huangquan will be announced on the second day."
"The winner is the Celestial One camp."
"The loser will be punished, and one-tenth of the participants in the guardian camp will be randomly expelled."
Almost at the moment when the words of the six-star tower weapon fell, the gathered cultivators from the Immortal Cultivation Continent suddenly moved.
They rushed towards the center of Qingcheng Army and Liangchen Army in unison.
With all the magic weapons in his hands, he wanted to wrap dozens or hundreds of people and throw them on the barrier.
The six-star tower tool spirit said that it will give priority to expel those who are close to the barrier.
They just throw the others over.
If they make up one-tenth, they will be safe.
However, the magic weapon of these people has not yet touched the people in the Cultivation Continent.
I felt a biting cold all over my body.
The golden-red cassock covered the sky and swept over.
Wrap them all in a ball, leaving only the head exposed.
This cassock is a sacred weapon.
It clearly engulfed thousands of people, but it still looked only a few meters in size.
And these thousands of people struggled with all their strength, and their breath exploded, but they couldn't break free from the shackles of the cassocks at all.
And as the few people struggled, the cassock ball rolled and slowly approached the barrier.
The faces of these monks changed drastically, and they screamed loudly.
"Master Jingyuan, what are you doing?"
"I threw those low-level monks next to the barrier, hoping to reduce our casualties."
"That's right, Master Jingyuan, we used to fight against ghouls together, and we are regarded as comrades. Are you going to attack us for the sake of a few outsiders? Shouldn't monks be merciful?"
Jing Yuan frowned and didn't speak yet.
Li Weiran came forward with a smile on his face, kicked his foot, and said with great interest, "Little monk, your cassock is really interesting, and you can tie these dregs into a ball? It's so fun to kick? Who made it?" Yes, can you give me one."
Jing Yuan said expressionlessly: "I am older than you, and besides, I am no longer a monk."
"Understood! I understand! I want to join Xiaoyaomen!" Li Weiran replied with a smile.
Then he looked at the few people who were bound into balls by cassocks.
"Thank you so much for jumping out yourself, otherwise, I would really hesitate to choose who to be the ration of the ghouls!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, there are so many, it's a waste to send them all out at once!"
Li Weiran said while shaking his head, "You said if I divide you into dozens of pieces now, can each person count dozens of pieces?"
The faces of hundreds of monks changed drastically, and their eyes were full of horror.
"No, Li Weiran, you can't do this. I'm Xuanxian! The Daoist camp still needs my strength."
"There are so many low-level monks coming to the Cultivation Continent, even if you send out one-tenth, there are still many. Why do you want us to die!!"
Hundreds of monks screamed loudly.
"Save us, fellow daoists, save us! Otherwise, it will be our turn next! We are fellow daoists from the Cultivation Continent, why should we die for these trash?!"
All the monks in Xiuxian Continent turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
At this time, they felt the sadness of the death of the rabbit and the fox.
If they had a choice, of course they hoped that the ones who died were outsiders, cultivators of strength and status.
But…
"Senior Li, should we discuss this matter again? Is it too much to send these fellow Taoists out to be devoured by ghouls? At least... at least it should be fair, and some of them should be sent from the Cultivation Continent..."