My Old Father (1)

The Qianyuan Sword Saint and the Ascending Dragon Priest were not afraid of the demonic beasts of the Thousand-island Lake, but the Kunlun Sect still had tens of millions of elite cultivators. They were afraid of these demonic beasts.

They were focused on protecting the cultivators in the sect while enduring the corrosion of Zhu Wuwan's poison. They couldn't hide in the magic weapon to get rid of the poison. No matter how powerful the Qianyuan Sword Saint and the Rising Dragon Taoist were, they still felt a little uncomfortable at this moment.

The Thousand-island Lake was vast and boundless. It would take at least ten days to cross it to the Eastern Islands. The Sword Saint of Qianyuan and the Rising Dragon Taoist were also afraid.

However, there was nothing he could do. How could he give up on tens of millions of elite Kunlun Sect cultivators?