Zeshan.

Ji Hong looked calmly at the direction of the sky stream, expressionless.

Xiangliu circled on the mountain, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

Or, a little thankful.

Fortunately, the lunatic chose the golden eagle, not himself.

"Ha, no matter what the price this battle cost, the human race will eventually lose a Moge old man forever."

"This kind of peak master is far lower than that of the demon realm."

"Not a loss."

Ji Hong suddenly spoke and said with a faint smile.

"There are also the Ten Thousand Gods Cult, who have repeatedly smashed the matter, and even used my demon realm as a gun."

"It's time to teach them some lessons."

Ji Hong continued.

"You can do this, I need to sleep in the next period of time."

"You can do the big and small business in Zeshan."

Xiangliu's voice was low, and the nine snake heads slowly closed their eyes.

It's like snakes hibernate.

Ji Hong shook his head with a smile, carried his hands on his back, and walked into the deep mountains.

But at the moment of turning around, my face turned a little pale, my body shook slightly, and I clenched my fists.

It soon returned to nature.

...

The demon-suppressing seal.

Silent.

Zhong Yushu slowly stood up, stared at the demon realm in the distance, took a deep breath, his eyes covered with bloodshots: "Jiujue endured the mountains and forests, and Bajue presided over the situation..."

"Oh..."

"A pathetic era."

Turning around and looking at a somewhat sad warrior, Zhong Yushu yelled: "What are you doing?"

"Everyone laughs for me!"

"In this battle, our human race will win!"

"The ten elders of Mo Pavilion, destroy the monsters of three mountaines, kill the mountain master of one mountain, attack the sky stream, smash the core corner of the demon domain, and kill the ninth-level dragon."

"This is a rare good news for our human race in the past ten years!"

"What a cry!"

Zhong Yushu's voice kept echoing on the city wall.

Sun Yingxiong, who was standing on the other side, sighed as he looked at Zhong Yushu's figure.

perhaps...

This is the sorrow of the frontline generals.

Step forward, step out of the city wall, floated in the void, staring directly at the deepest part of the demon realm, suddenly opened its mouth, energy surged, and the sound spread thousands of miles.

"In this battle, the demon clan did not comply with the convention."

"Take all the consequences yourself."

"With two years, a full war will not be attacked."

"otherwise..."

"Today's scene is just the beginning!"

In the demon realm, roars sounded, with anger and irritable voice.

Looking straight into the sky, a calm sound came.

“One year.”

The sound fell, and the demon realm was silent.

"good!"

Sun Yingxiong did not hesitate at all: "With one year, your demon clan, you must not be within four levels and ten miles of our human clan."

"Otherwise... the fish will be defeated!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The advantage of this negotiation... was exchanged for a human pioneer's life...

The human race suffered heavy losses this time. Without this year's time to breathe and continue to fight at high intensity, it will inevitably lead to a disobedience.

Human race...it takes too much time.

A war that was triggered by the Gods and eventually became increasingly fierce, ended.

Of course, at least it seems...the human race won.

The Demon-Suppressing Pass rarely recovered its peace, cleaned the battlefield, and picked up countless corpses of monsters.

With these resources, the human race may be able to rise up some excellent juniors in the next year.

Day after day, year after year.

It took a year to delay.

Unconsciously...

149 years have passed.

The next day, the whole country mourned.

All the human cities and the streets are white.

Mourning the ten elders of Mo Pavilion, Wan Bo.

He even mourned the retrogrades who died at the Demon Suppression Pass.

In this battle, the number of reserve registrations surged.

And Mocheng...

At the deepest point, there is a low mountain.

Sun Yingxiong climbed the mountain alone.

On the top of the mountain, a very ordinary small house.

"The human palace, everyone yearns for it."

"But did they know..."

"This so-called palace is such a scene in front of you."

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Organize your clothes.

Meticulous.

Finally, gently push open the door.

The room was simple and without a trace of dust.

Empty room...

The wall was hung with wooden signs with a personal name on it.

He was holding a few new signs in his hand, hanging them carefully on the wall, filling the blanks.

Finally, erase a number in the corner.

Added again.

In 149, more than ten million people died in the battlefield.

That number is shocking.

He looked solemn, bowed to the wall, and bowed.

"The human race has not yet broken."

"The mountains, rivers, sun and moon are still there."

"Everyone..."
To be continued...