Chapter 1245 (1/2)

Then we can train a group again!

However, how could the roar of thousands of quantum cannons only cause the death of some ordinary practitioners?

There were countless strong people who died on the ground. At this time, when he Feng and his disciples left, all the major sects came in a hurry and began to count the casualties under the leadership of Zhuge, who was ready to save people. This is a great job, because at this time, it is still unknown how many more than 100000 practitioners died and how few survived

So we can't get a specific number for the time being!

Zhuge walked around the Tianxin pavilion with a dignified face. At this time, a disciple followed him picked up a beautifully printed leaflet from the ground. These are the scattered small round tubes thrown down by He Feng. Inside, there are curled and solid leaflets.

And the little black tube landed at a certain height!

The small motor installed inside will rotate rapidly and shoot a leaflet out of a small hole on the side, flying everywhere, so that this land just ravaged by quantum cannons can be seen everywhere

After seeing the leaflet, the cultivator under Zhuge hurriedly put it away because he was worried that Zhuge would be angry when he saw the fun, but he never thought that when he was in a hurry and planned to put the leaflet into his sleeve, Zhuge next to him picked up another leaflet on the ground.

Modern people use simplified characters. He Feng naturally will not print leaflets or simplified characters for ancient people. Considering the audience of people on Penglai Fairy Island, he Feng has printed several fonts for them, which is also painstaking, and Zhuge himself is not an ignorant person.

He knew all kinds of fonts on it. When he saw the above content, it was different from what others expected. Zhuge Fei was not angry, but plain as water. He stuffed the leaflet into his sleeve as if nothing had happened. His people were afraid to say a word when they saw this situation.

We can only follow Zhuge carefully and continue to move forward.

During the step, the people walked in front of the huge pit. The diameter of the pit is estimated to be one or two kilometers. It looks like a wide lake, but there is no water or fish in it. On the contrary, there are active practitioners in it.

Standing next to the big pit, as soon as you step on it, pieces of soft soil fall from the top to the bottom. Along the falling soil, Zhuge frowns and looks down. After seven or eight seconds, the soil finally falls to the bottom and falls on the head of a practitioner searching in the pit.

”Have you found it?” looking at the small practitioners like ants inside, but in front of the big pit hundreds of meters deep, Zhuge asked. The people next to him shook their heads and reported: ”I can't find it. There's nothing in the Tianxin Pavilion, and the bones of master xuanxu can't be found...”

”It seems that it's really gone!” ZHUGE sighed helplessly and said. The nearby cultivator nodded silently, which can only be the result.

At this time, the specific loss figures were also counted, but the head of a sect looked bleak and said to Zhuge: ”Last night, we had more than 73000 practitioners, including eight sect elders, two leaders, one clan leader, eight strong practitioners of scattered cultivation, and more than 1000 strong practitioners of various sects. As for the low-level practitioners, the number is countless. There are still some data that can not be counted. According to my estimation, there will be at least another 30%...”