The impact of the war was swift and profound!
Just like in this super war involving the two major ethnic groups, the human race and the monster race, all kinds of new things in the world are developing rapidly, and backward and decadent things are constantly being eliminated.
For example, ordinary people!
Seven days later.
A ray of red light appears on the horizon, the sun wants to break free and climb up, mist lingers in the mountains and forests, and the water vapor is misty.
Finally, the red sun burst out, and a few rays of soft light appeared, falling in the forest, giving the mist a golden edge and giving it a cheerful vitality.
It was at this time that the demon cultivators crawled out from the dark caves underground one after another.
Their eyes were blank, staring blankly at this mountain forest that was obviously very ordinary, but at the moment it was extremely precious.
Among them, there are the descendants of wealthy families who once wore gorgeous robes and rang bells and pans for food, and there are also ordinary people who are dressed in coarse linen and run around for three meals.
this moment.
The clothes of each demon cultivator are in tatters, and their energy and blood are sluggish.
Those who were noble in the past no longer have the glory of the past, and those who were humble in the past are as before. They are all in extreme despair, and the distinction between classes is no longer clear.
"Woooo..."
"嘤嘤嘤..."
I don’t know who started crying first, but then it triggered a wave of unspeakable suppressed emotions, causing the demon cultivators to lower their heads and weep.
He finally managed to save his life in the battle for the Ten Thousand Realms. However, within a few years, the war between the two clans resumed. The war continued, and his family and life were completely unable to be freed.
Who should I talk to about the grievances in my heart?
now.
In front, the disciples of Tianzhi Holy Land were making a fire and distributing meat and mixed elixirs to these ordinary demon cultivators who had not yet been able to live without food.
"Eat, girl, you will get better."
An old fox cultivator with disheveled white hair and an extremely curved spine came to his untransformed little granddaughter, holding a stone bowl filled with broth in his slightly trembling hands.
But the little fox that used to be lively and jumping around now is just lying motionless under the shade of the tree, with a cold body.
"Nanny..." The old fox cultivator felt the breath of his little granddaughter dissipate. With a shake of his hand, the stone bowl immediately fell down and the broth spread all over the floor.
But at this time, the old fox cultivator could no longer care about anything. He picked up the little fox in panic and rushed to the disciples of Tianzhi Holy Land. He knelt on the ground and asked the disciples of Tianzhi Holy Land to save him.
"The cold marrow penetrates into the bones, the soul dissipates, and there is no way to save him. Let's make arrangements for his funeral."
After feeling the pulse for a while, the Tianzhi Holy Land disciple shook his head with regret, but that was all.
At first, she couldn't bear it, and she did not hesitate to use her demonic energy to save her, but she always failed.
She has experienced this kind of thing a lot, and she has become accustomed to it.
Life is inherently fragile.
"boom!"
The old fox cultivator suddenly felt the thunder bombardment and became dizzy.
He suddenly fell to the ground, two lines of old tears wet his face unknowingly.
But the little fox in his arms was still cold and motionless...
the other side.
Eastern Wilderness Continent.
Luoshuang Town in Pengcheng.
In a remote corner of the courtyard, a group of three or five big men gathered together to slaughter a green bull that was as big as two people.
"Brother Xiaocao, it's a good thing you joined us, otherwise our hunting team would have suffered heavy losses and we don't know what to do."
"Sigh~ If the price of meat and food hadn't soared again, we wouldn't have gone to the inner reaches of the Yunyue Mountains. All in all, we still have to thank you more, Brother Xiaocao."
The sturdy man, who was called Brother Xiaocao, shook his head slightly and did not take any credit.
Where the hunting team didn't notice, Brother Xiaocao's eyes wandered and looked in the direction of Fengxi Sect.
Brother Xiaocao...is the embodiment of Hong Yuan's power!
Ever since the human race's battle for destiny began, Hong Yuan had used his body to lurk in Fenghe Town.
And when the nine Big Dream Seeds were eliminated one after another, Li Shen left silently and lurked in Luoshuang Town, hiding his name and playing a secret chess game.
But right now, due to the huge changes brought about by the war between the two races, the mortal side of the human race is also in very short supply of supplies.
Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. After all, the saints casually reveal a little treasure, which is enough for the common people to enjoy it for a long time, but this is the fact!
According to Hong Yuan's speculation, this is due to the fluctuations in human luck, which has caused fluctuations in the world!
"The world is in chaos... No, the world has always been in chaos. It's just that my position is not deep into this broken world."
Feeling the strength, Hong Yuan lowered his head, picked up the iron knife for slaughtering cattle, and swung it down boldly.
The Nine Heavens, Five Continents and Endless Seas can only be dominated by his Hongyuan.
Dongzhi Sheng and other senior officials of the Human Celestial Palace want to slaughter his demonic body, Xuanguang Bridge?
Have your daydreams!
Click——
He raised the knife and dropped it, and the cook untied the ox.
"Okay, Brother Xiaocao is awesome!"
"As expected of a great chef who started his career at Shunxi Restaurant, Brother Xiaocao is really capable!"
…
No matter how miserable and unbearable the bottom of the two races is, in the end, it is still the top leaders of the two races who decide the direction of this war.
Demon clan and demon court!
Human Heavenly Palace!
In order to cope with the coming of the next war, both sides have laid out their plans and made every effort.
Qinglian small world.
The sky is high, the sea is vast, the land is vast and there are many mountains.
It is filled with rich traces of wooden paths and is the holy land of wooden cultivators.
The most peculiar thing is that in the center of the small world of Qinglian, there are lotus flowers planted one after another.
After careful counting, there were actually ninety-nine and eighty-one flowers!
And the appearance of these eighty-one lotus flowers is colorful, some are holy, some are aloof, some are cold...
A terrifying aura exists, as if there is life.
"Tianzhi, next time the human race invades, wake up the seniors."
"We need their power to protect Tianzhi Holy Land and the demon clan. They will definitely help us!"
Looking at these lotus flowers, Lord Dragon God said in a deep voice.
The name of the Holy Dragon Lord is Hantian Dao, and he is a direct descendant of Taiyin Saint Han Jiuming and a close ancestor by blood.
His strength is the ultimate quasi-emperor, and he looks like an extraordinary middle-aged man.
In terms of cultivation alone, he is not inferior to Longyang Emperor Zidong Zhisheng.
Unfortunately, due to the gap in bloodline, imperial weapons, etc., he is not enough to compete with the Eastern Saint.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Some people may think that blood is a prison on the road to success, but that is for the Great Emperor.
Unless you are an emperor, the blessing of your bloodline should not be underestimated!
Not to mention, there is also the blessing of an imperial weapon~
"Well, maybe this is God's will."
"Five hundred years ago, we finally found Qinglian Small World. Three hundred years ago, we were able to gain the recognition of Qinglian Small World. I didn't expect that the foundation of Qinglian Small World would be used now."
To be continued...