One of the side effects of the Warrior God and Monster Altar is that after being refined into Gu people, they will gradually lose consciousness, but Chen Wannian is an exception, he can control his consciousness by himself.

"No problem!" Gu Chen said with an OK gesture.

Although these Gu people around are very strong, both he and Ji Shixuan can suppress them.

"Thank you very much!" Xu Song said with a faint smile: "Please move the others a hundred meters away, or you will be hurt later!"

"Need such a large scale?!"

A hundred meters away, Gu Chen didn't know whether Xu Song was talking about the need for such a large fighting range or the attack range.

Grandma Bai and Bai Ying cooperated quite well, and drove the clansmen to the vicinity of the three towers. There are generations of heroic spirits guarding here, and evil spirits cannot enter, but they can't stop these altars of war gods and monsters. ,

Occasionally there will be two missed, but the third capital on the left, Sheng Annan and Lan Wancheng can completely resist it.

Bai Ying helped her grandma to hide under the eaves of one of the towers: "Grandma, please rest here first! I'll go to Sun Moon Square to have a look!"

She was still very worried about her mother, saying that her daughter would turn to her father, but looking at her father, the strong group completely took the upper hand.

So Bai Ying was very worried about the situation at Sun Moon Square, but just as she was about to leave, Grandma Bai grabbed her wrist: "Don't go! The water is flooding now, and it's going to rain in the sky. It means that the fight is fierce! What's the use of you going?!"

"Grandma, are you hiding something from me?!" Bai Ying asked quickly when she saw the panic flashing in her grandma's eyes.

"As the saint of Southern Border, the most important thing for you now is to stay here! You are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Grandma Bai said angrily.

At this time, Sheng Annan traveled through space. One second away, he was still twenty meters away, and the next second he came to Bai Ying's side and said in a deep voice, "The saint is the symbol of southern Xinjiang. Anyone can die! But you cannot!"

Her mother was the previous saint, if Bai Meng faced Na Ning Qiu in Sun Moon Square, then Bai Ying would not need to go again.

If the two saintesses were to end up in the Sun Moon Square, then the luck in southern Xinjiang would be over.

This is also the reason why Grandma Bai didn't let her go. Her daughter and granddaughter couldn't all take risks. If it wasn't for her own health, she wouldn't let her daughter take risks.

The three-storied tower of Guming Mountain is the last line of defense in southern Xinjiang. No one knows how much the flood will affect it.

Inside the triple pagoda are three hundred-year-old elders from southern Xinjiang. These three may be the last light in southern Xinjiang. They will only come down from the pagoda unless they really hit here. At other times, they eat, drink and scatter in the pagoda.

"Saint, what does it mean to Southern Border?!" Bai Ying suddenly realized something, and asked in a deep voice.

Sheng Annan directly avoided her gaze: "Ask your grandma!"

"At the necessary moment, making necessary sacrifices is the meaning of the existence of a saint!" Grandma Bai said in a deep voice.

boom!

At this time, the sound of the explosion in the distance caused seven or eight water jets to explode one after another.

In addition, a rare phenomenon of dragons absorbing water appeared on the lake. The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashed, and several water columns connected to the lake from the sky, as if the upper part was continuously transporting water down.

"It's not good! It's not good!"

A young man scrambled and ran over from the front: "The flood below has reached the foot of the mountain! Three villages have been washed away!"

"Grandma, look!"

In the distance, seven or eight water columns appeared in the sky. A normal dragon absorbs water from the ground to the sky, but these seven or eight water columns are more like precipitation from the sky to the ground. JrNovels.com