"Phoenix!"

"Phoenix!"

"Phoenix!"

The sound of calling kept coming from afar, and Phoenix felt that he had seen many faces.

Some of them he knew, while others he didn't know more.

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People called his name, prayed to him, begged to him.

Some people are also insulting him and accusing him.

He despised him and taught the way of demon-sealing men to those strange people.

The boundless darkness shrouded towards Phoenix, and he was like a little light that was trapped in the darkness, about to be completely swallowed up.

At this moment, a special glory suddenly shrouded in the endless darkness.

It enveloped Phoenix and fixed it in the darkness, and the spread of darkness failed to completely devour Phoenix.

But if he gives up himself, then that special glory will be broken.

Above the rushing sea of ​​rage, a large number of ships lined up, heading towards the giant Leviathan carrying the New World.

At the fort built on the shore, monks belonging to the City Alliance were looking at the distant sea with telescopes.

The big ships were filled with people, and everyone had the confusion of leaving their hometown, the desire for a new life, and the unconcealed hatred and anger.

In the huge waves in the deep sea, one scale and half claws that leak from time to time can be seen that these large ships were escorted by the envoys of the giant beasts.

"Elder! Do you want to fire a cannon?" A monk from the Imperial Arts Sect flashed in his eyes, and then he whispered to his elders.

Bang!

He slapped hard in the face and threw it on the monk's face.

"Whose disciple are you?"

"Tell me...Who is your master?" The elder of the Imperial Vessel Sect's face was covered with frost.

If they fire at this time...what is the difference between them and the Demon Sect and Demonic disciples?

An elder of the Xinghe Sect said: "According to the original plan, we should disrupt and separate these people as much as possible and then send them to various city-states. Those who take the lead in causing trouble will arrange the most dangerous work to them and let them die in battle. This is an opportunity. After digesting so much population, our new continent will completely become the center of this world."

Obviously, this elder of the Galaxy Sect is still optimistic about the problem.

The first ship docked and then began to land.

The monks of the righteous sects who have been prepared have tried to make a smile on their faces.

At this time, the righteous disciples who are responsible for reception and arrangement are all those with good tempers, patience and relatively peaceful minds.

This will prevent conflicts from breaking out at the landing ports as much as possible.

boom!

A cannon was suddenly ignited.

The roaring artillery hit a cruise ship full of refugees.

In the huge storm, the already overwhelmed cruise ship began to tilt.

A large number of refugees were squeezed into the sea.

The monsters wandering under the sea will chew away the refugees who fall into the sea in an instant, even the bones will be left.

"Who fired the cannon... Who fired the cannon...?" The monks of the City Alliance went crazy.

The monk who fired the cannon stood in confusion and then started to tremble all over.

He can't bear this responsibility... This is not just a responsibility in another world, it will definitely affect reality.

"Don't make things difficult for him. He was controlled by some means similar to heart-calculating. Someone hid among us, with other intentions... But at this time, we cannot search and investigate with great fanfare. All the artillery was removed and then restrained the offensive weapons. Everyone... retreated five hundred meters and believed that those disciples responsible for reception would handle it properly." The elder of the Xinghe Sect said in the group of monks.

But, as if he was against him, his words have not yet been fully implemented.

There was another conflict at the dock where I landed.

While pushing, a monk from the Beast Control Sect accidentally pushed an old man holding a child into the sea, becoming the fuse of the conflict.

The angry crowd overturned the righteous monks who wanted to communicate with them kindly.

For many ordinary indigenous people, Yiren is Yiren, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

It was Yiren who drove them away from their homes, it was Yiren who destroyed their lives, imprisoned the Giant of Light, and made Phoenix City a ruin.

Such hatred has been circling in people's hearts and has never been relieved.

The riots began to hit the dock under the maintenance and inspiration of those who were interested.

Those monks who were originally responsible for maintaining public order and guiding and arranging were attacked by angry people and were cruelly killed.

People carried the monks' heads, hung them on high wooden poles, and then shouted various slogans.

The righteous monks who were looking away from afar changed their faces one after another.

Although they basically won’t die, how can they bear to see their fellow disciples being killed like this and even hanging a wooden pole on their heads?

Those monks in charge of reception are all good-tempered and good-character people.

Such people often have no bad popularity in the sect.

"Damn... I'm against these untouchables, do you really think I dare not kill them?" A monk from the Beast Control Sect said angrily.

He was expressing the voices of many monks.

No matter how whitewashing and disguising it, in the Urban Alliance... those immigrants from the Old World are untouchables.

"Everyone... I want to avenge my Senior Brother Zhao... Who will go with me if you are still passionate about your passion?" A monk from the Sword Sect completely ignored the scolding of his elders and roared.

This is how sword cultivation is correct. If you have the intention in your heart, you must express it directly.

"Let's wait! I'm willing to go with my senior brother!" A large number of young monks responded in the crowd.

"Damn it! What do you want to do?"

"Does the plan of the City Alliance be ruined and those despicable demon thieves of the Ten Demon Sect steal our achievements?" Amid the huge scolding, the impulsive young monks were stopped by the elders of various families.

The ground was filled with soil.

A flesh-colored and fleshy flower bloomed in the earthen bun, and a human face actually grew out of the flowers.

"After the decision of the senior leaders of the City Alliance, all cities will refuse to accept these immigrants."

"At the same time, they refuse to provide food, drinking water and cold-proof clothing."

"At most, there are five days left, the giant Leviathan will completely enter the polar region. The cold will make these people honest."

The human face dissipates among the flowers.

But the flesh-colored flowers that originally looked beautiful began to decay.

In the blink of an eye, it turns yellow and yellow.

"Since that's the case... Then let nature devour them!"

"These ungrateful immigrants from the old continent who may think that this is a good place?" Some monks sneered.

But more monks have complex expressions.

Morality, interest and the same desire to unite against the enemy who were killed were all mixed up.

Pity and disgust, hatred and hatred and sympathy for pitifulness... constitute a complex emotion.

Echoing around.

The Sword Sect cultivator who had risen up before and wanted to lead the young monk out roared and broke the sword in his hand.
Chapter completed!