"The winner of the bet on the other side of the underworld will be announced on the second day."

"The winner is - the Tongtian camp."

"The loser will be punished and one-tenth of the participants in the Guardian camp will be randomly expelled."

Almost as soon as the words of the Six-Star Tower Artifact were spoken, the gathered cultivators from the Immortal Continent suddenly started to move.

They moved in unison and rushed towards the center of Qingcheng Army and Liangchen Army.

The magic weapons in his hands all came out, trying to capture dozens or hundreds of people and throw them to the barrier.

The six-star tower weapon spirit said that it would give priority to expel those who are close to the barrier.

They just throw everyone else over.

If they collect one-tenth of the amount, they will be safe.

However, these people's magic weapons have not yet touched the people of the Cultivation Continent.

I felt a biting coldness all over my body.

The golden and red cassocks were overwhelming and sweeping towards us.

Wrap them all into a ball, leaving only their heads exposed.

This cassock is a divine weapon at the level of a holy object.

Although it has wrapped around thousands of people, it still looks like it is only a few meters in size.

But these thousands of people struggled hard and burst out with breath, but they were completely unable to break free from the shackles of the cassock.

And as several 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?"

"We threw those low-level monks next to the barrier in the hope of reducing our casualties."

"Yes, Master Jingyuan, we fought against ghouls together before, so we are considered colleagues. Are you going to attack us just for a few outsiders now? Shouldn't monks be compassionate?"

Jingyuan frowned but did not speak yet.

Li Weiran had already stepped forward with a smile, kicked him, and said enthusiastically: "Little monk, your cassock is really interesting. Can you tie these scum into a ball? It's so fun to kick it? Who made it?

Yes, can you give me one?"

Jingyuan said expressionlessly: "I'm older than you, and I'm no longer a monk."

"I understand! I understand! You want to enter the Xiaoyao Sect!" Li Weiran replied with a smile.

Then he looked at the people tied into balls by cassocks.

"Thank you so much for jumping out on your own, otherwise I would have hesitated to choose who to be the ghoul's food!"

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are just so many, it’s a waste to send them all out at once!”

Li Weiran shook his head as he spoke, "You think if I divide you into dozens of pieces now, can each of you count dozens of pieces?"

The faces of hundreds of monks changed drastically, and their eyes were filled with fear.

"No, you can't do this, Li Weiran. I am Xuanxian! The Guardian camp still needs my power."

"There are so many low-level monks coming to the Cultivation Continent. Even if we give away one-tenth, there are still many left. Why do you want us to die!!"

Hundreds of monks screamed loudly.

"Save us, fellow Taoists, save us! Otherwise it will be our turn next! We are fellow Taoists from the Cultivation Continent, why should we die for these wastes?!"

All the monks in the Immortal Continent turned pale, with cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.

At this time, they felt sad that the rabbit was dead and the fox was dead.

If they had a choice, they would of course hope that outsiders would die, those cultivators with powerful positions.

But……
Chapter completed!