Millions of monks were stunned, just like that, they looked at the old man standing in front of the ancient castle, his head was full of silver hair, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

He looks like an ordinary old man.

But as soon as he made a move, he instantly became a god in people's minds.

Even if Liu Quji is alive, at most, that's it.

Moreover, what Qiao Lao was holding in his hand was just an ordinary steel knife.

Zhao Lindong was also stunned.

I never expected that Old Qiao would make a move at this time, and this century monk battle had nothing to do with him.

However, that's not all.

Qiao Lao raised his knife again, and the wind in the surrounding hundreds of miles suddenly went out, no, it was not the wind that went out, but it was absorbed by Qiao Lao.

Condensed into a single line.

Then the hand rises and falls, and the ordinary can no longer be ordinary.

The dazzling light makes people can't open their eyes.

All they could hear was the rumbling sound.

After a while, look around.

Hiss!

The whole castle turned out to be in half!

In the middle of the castle, there is a ravine with no end in sight, and the ravine is so deep that you can see the underground water inside.

Millions of monks, the ancient castle that could not be broken for half a month, became two halves under Qiao Lao's two swords.

This strength once again refreshed people's views on cultivating immortals.

It seems that cultivating immortals is really out of the realm of mortals, but according to the level of cultivating immortals, there is a merger realm after turning into a god, and there is a realm of tribulation after the merger realm, and after surviving the tribulation, it is a true immortal.

On today's earth, the peak of the god is the pinnacle, and it is impossible to improve again.

Even if it is Qiao Lao, he is only at the peak realm of the gods, and he will never be able to break through to the realm of merging.

However, the strength of the hundred gods combined is not as good as that.

It's like the earth has been banned, and everyone is stuck under the peak of the gods.

Qiao Lao and Liu Quji both said to themselves, don't take the realm too seriously, strength is not measured by the realm.

At that time, Zhao Rindong didn't care much.

After all, he has no realm, if he has to look at it from a conventional perspective, Zhao Rindong is still in the realm of Jindan.

Including Li Qianxun, her realm has also become a mystery, but she can exert the strength of the peak of the gods.

Zhao Rindong faintly felt that this matter could only be figured out when he reached the fairy world.

Now, it's better to end this war first.

After Qiao Lao finished slashing twice, he walked towards the ancient castle with a steel knife, and several six wings rushed forward, trying to stop him.

Click.

With an understatement, Qiao Lao slashed them to death.

It's as simple as slicing tofu.

Only now do everyone understand that in this battle of the monks of the century, 20 million monks were invested in the world, and the fight was vigorous, attracting the attention of the world.

For this old man, it was just a joke, like a child fighting.

He alone can end this big war.

Qiao Lao advanced less than a hundred meters, but the surrounding kilometers were already full of corpses.

That's when everyone reacted.

"Kill!"

I don't know who took the lead in shouting.

Then a million monks rushed into the castle, and the shouts of killing were like a tsunami of mountains, and the crowd was densely packed, and from the sky, it looked like a swarm of ants advancing, and there was no grass everywhere they went.

The last line of defense of the Mi Li family, which is also a historic castle, was completely reduced to ashes in this battle.

It is no longer possible to recover.

In later generations, it may become a memorial as well.

Taking the castle, millions of monks continued to advance, all excited, as if they were completely unaware of the tiredness.

Without a moment's delay, they surrounded Huasheng City.

Here, again, stubborn resistance was raised, but in vain under such a turbulent wave.

One year after the launch of the Homecoming Operation, four months after the Spring Festival Operation.

The group of more than 100,000 super monks finally saw the big white mansion, right in front of everyone's eyes.

If at this time, who gives an order.

This big white mansion, a symbol of special significance on the earth, can be completely erased immediately.

If you want to see it in the future, you can only see the model, or the photo.

Of course, it is impossible for Yan Xia to do such a thing.

Once the white mansion is destroyed, the war may continue further, and it is only right to make them surrender and end the war.

Xu Anhe and Wen Renxiu, as well as dozens of Yanxia Emperors, have all arrived, and they have been in for three hours.

What they are talking about will have a profound impact on the future of the world.

It's not just these monks who are waiting for the result, it's the whole world waiting for it.

Another three hours passed.

In the evening, Xu An and them finally came out.

"You come on." Xu Anhe said to Wen Renxiu.

Wen Renxiu nodded, then flew into the air, landed on the top of the white mansion, pulled out the flag of the rice grain family, and threw it to the ground.

Then he mobilized the aura of his whole body and made the loudest sound he could.

"Brothers and sisters, comrades-in-arms, my friends, the war is over!"

Yan Xia participated in the war for two and a half years, and the century monk war, which took a total of three and a half years, was announced to be over in the roar of Wen Renxiu.

The Mi Li family surrendered, and the Ocean Alliance surrendered.

Some people were cheering, some were kneeling on the ground and howling wolves.

Zhao Rindong also had a sour nose, and hugged Li Qianxun in his arms, his eyes were red, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and two lines of tears slipped down.

The cries of millions of people joined in one.

However, the end of the war announced in Huasheng City could not be conveyed to the world for a while, and many places were still fighting.

The Sakura family, in particular, is still resisting stubbornly.

But it's a matter of time before it ends.

A month after the surrender of the Miri family, the Yanxia Monks invaded Dongcheng and the Sakura family surrendered.

After the Sakura family surrendered, the North and South Korean city families also announced their surrender.

This war is the end in the true sense of the word.

Although there are still many places, with some small countries, they are still not convinced by each other and are still fighting, but they can't attract anyone's attention.

Now everyone is concerned about post-war issues, and ordinary people are concerned with nothing more than humanitarianism.

Once again, a war of scolding was triggered.

Everyone doesn't give in to each other.

As for the combatants, everyone was concerned about the issue of compensation for the defeated countries, and they were also required to sign various treaties.

For these, Zhao Rindong didn't care about it.

Instead, he took Li Qianxun to all parts of the world to see, or the two of them hung tens of thousands of meters in the air and watched the sea of stars.

Although the war has spread to the whole world, the earth is still so beautiful and the starry sky is still so bright, which cannot be destroyed by human beings.

After the war was declared, Qiao Lao went straight back to Jiangcheng, many people couldn't find him, and he didn't leave any words, as if he had never come.

Zhao Lindong and Li Qianxun traveled for nearly three months, and the two of them sent an invitation letter in their own name to the eight major forces, as well as Kunlun Mountain, and all the sects participating in this war.

The war is over, and some accounts should be settled.

I just don't know if they're coming.

Hot summer, the imperial capital.

A middle-aged man, sitting at the desk in the office, with a Chinese face, not angry and arrogant, very imposing, ordinary people see him, just like mortals see a true immortal.

I can't even lift my head.

At this point, he, as usual, processed various documents and then had them sent out.

Every stroke he makes will affect Yan Xia and even the whole world.

Just as I was about to put down my pen, my desk shook again and again, as if an earthquake had come.

After a while, the desk no longer swayed.

He looked up and saw that there was a young man in front of his desk.

Bang!

Zhao Rindong kicked the desk with one foot, and then slapped him out with one palm, just hit the wall, Zhao Rindong caught up again, and with a move of his hand, he pressed him against the wall with aura to prevent him from falling.

The noise in the office quickly alarmed the guards outside.

Dozens of people rushed in and surrounded Zhao Rindong.

They were both frightened and angry, how did this person come to the office from their noses down?

Then I looked at the ground, there was a hole that was not small, and it was still blazing.

"What are you, let go of the emperor immediately."

"Do you know what you're doing? Do you want to be a sinner in history? ”

"It's better to be caught, otherwise it will make you look good."

Zhao Lindong glanced at them, then turned his head to look at the emperor and asked, "These garbage are your guards?" ”

After speaking, a substantial killing intent rushed out.

Everyone immediately smelled a strong smell of blood, with such a strong killing intent, how many people did he kill?

Bang!

Zhao Rindong was shocked, and these guards were immediately knocked out several meters away.

"I should have come to you two and a half years ago, I have endured until now, killing people on the battlefield for you, I have killed no less than 200,000 in Eastern and Western Europe, in the Pacific Ocean, I have killed more than 100,000, I have killed more than 100,000 for you in Mi Lijia, you have turned me into a butcher, have you ever thought that the butcher's knife will eventually fall on your neck." Zhao Rindong's eyes were bloodshot, and after enduring it for so long, he finally broke out.

The emperor was very calm, without the slightest surprise, and the only action was to blink his eyelids.

Then he said in a voice that was so flat that it was impersonal: "You won't." ”

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