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In the 556th year of the Bright Age calendar, in the late autumn season, the land was desolate and bleak, and the once powerful Elven Empire finally came to the end of the sunset.

The remnant sun is like blood, and it is prosperous like a dream!

As the sun sets, the once imperial city is now in flames, and the sky is gloomy with black smoke rising into the sky. As far as the eye could see, there were collapsed treehouses, blood splatters, shattered ground, and crumbling corpses.

These scenes after the tragic war rendered the Elven Imperial City, which was originally full of flowers, trees, and magical buildings, full of natural atmosphere, lonely and withered.

It was the late autumn of an empire, and the era of a race dominating the continent was coming to an end.

Today is October 21st, the late autumn of the blue lotus, and the season of falling leaves.

After half a century of war, the allied forces of various ethnic groups finally broke through the capital of the Elven Empire - Tia City, and with the cheers of the victors and the landing of the flag belonging to the Elven Empire, it symbolizes that the once magnificent and dominant elven era will be gone forever.

In the city, from time to time, there was the sound of low crying, mixed with roaring and roaring, and a bit of rampant laughter.

The wind gently blew away the smoke and dust of the war, but it could not blow away the thick blood in the air, and on a street, dozens of elves tied together were being escorted to a prisoner camp by a group of coalition soldiers. It is said to be a captive camp, but in fact it has been reduced to a beast field where dark desires are vented.

The elves stared blankly at the sky, letting the soldiers hold the ropes around their necks, like herding a herd of livestock, and they did not know what fate awaited them.

War is brutal and there are no ifs, especially when the victor treats the loser. On this blue lotus star, which does not speak of law and does not have the Geneva Convention, the cruelty of war is even more bloody and flesh-and-blood.

Five hundred years of pride, five hundred years of oppression, the elves who are high above have finally fallen from the clouds, and they have been despised by them. Once disdained for racial ravage.

There is always a perverted mentality of blasphemy and desire to destroy things that are better than themselves, and the same is true of these races.

They have unleashed their desires and accumulated five hundred years of dissatisfaction in order to embody the pleasure of turning over and crushing the ruling class under them.

Wanton slaughter, frenzied looting, all the atrocities that can be spoken, all the atrocities that cannot be told are manifested in this city. The darkness revealed by the ugly side of the soul made all the ethnic groups watching this scene above March silent.

Hundreds of years of peace have made the new generation in March have long forgotten the cruelty of war, but now looking at the tragic defeat on the screen, it is no longer just a few words in textbooks, not their own empty imagination! Every person, every tribe understands that there are no ifs and ifs in war. And the secret enemy they may have to face may be more ravaging than the flesh. Pure life and death are even more cruel!

The sun has not yet completely sunset, and in the city of Tia, a withered yellow ancient tree holds up the sky, and the scorched leaves fall from the dry branches, depressed and decayed, once upon a time. The totem of the elves, the ancient tree of life of the elves, died like this.

The branches of the ancient tree are still facing the sky, dry and scorched, like a thin and faded powerless old man, trying in vain to hold up a piece of the sky. But in the end, there is nothing to be done.

This ancient tree is not a blue lotus species, it is a biological weapon developed by the moon elves and goblins above March, but it was thrown a few seeds into the blue lotus by Bai Ye, and was finally found by the wood clan (elf clan) and transformed into an ancient tree of life.

The Ancient Tree of Life, at the beginning of its original design, referred to the idea of White Night, can produce combat weapons (elemental spirits) and provide protection (generate defensive fields), but cannot produce spirits.

White Night cast a total of six tree species, one of which was inaccurate in calculating the trajectory and fell into the Nightmare Swamp, turning into the Dryad King who would make people smell and change color in the future, and five of them went to the hands of the Wood Clan and became the treasure of the Elf Clan.

These six tree species are naturally not the primary products just made by the moon elves and the little goblins, but the mutated products that have been processed by the white night.

One is preserved, four tree species sprout, taking root in the Elven Empire, accompanying the empire through five hundred years of ups and downs, shining with her, and returning to the sunset with her.

Above the ancient tree, deep in the clouds, strong power fluctuations, layers of energy circles rippled, and a pillar of light fell from the sky, smashing into the city, and in an instant, half of the city was glazed.

Take a closer look, the three figures are besieging a woman with long ears and green hair, a graceful figure, and a beautiful face.

"Elven God, surrender, the elven clan has gone, why do you have to fight uselessly?"

In a hazy light, a handsome blond man with golden wings on his back and golden battle armor whispered, his voice extremely soft and full of pity.

"Surrender, struggle?"

The woman in green clothes and a natural atmosphere glanced at the blonde man deeply, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her pretty face was pale, weak and pitiful, and even more provoked the blonde man's eyes full of helpless sighs.

"I'm not going to surrender, besides, do you think you really won?"

The woman lowered her eyebrows, then jerked her up.

She was the former king of the wood clan heavenly realm, and now the main god of the elf clan, she showed a trace of loneliness in her eyes, and soon turned into a touch of firmness, the corners of her mouth hooked, and the core heavenly species circulating in her body ran rapidly, and the vitality around her was gathered and compressed, forming a blue tide lake in the blink of an eye to envelop the three of them.

"What's wrong? That's not going to work? Can you only form such a small field? ”

A creature with a lion's head and a tiger's head easily stepped on the tide lake, and its voice was like a man and a woman, but it was neither male nor female.

The other is indifferent and awe-inspiring, white and shining, almost like an angel woman step by step, she takes a step, there will be white feathers falling, falling on the blue lake, like snow meets the sun, instantly melting.

This is not actually a feather, but a crystallization of high-purity light power, with the power of light to burn and purify.

"Yes or no, you'll soon know!"

The woman smiled strangely, her eyes glancing below the clouds, the former imperial capital had turned into the realm of Shura, and some of the clansmen were being wantonly slaughtered and abused.

Her gaze was fierce, her pretty face was still beautiful, but she looked crazy and hideous, and her body suddenly turned into a big tree, the big tree had green leaves and hanging strips, pieces like jade, covering a radius of dozens of kilometers in an instant, causing vitality fluctuations within thousands of kilometers.

The allied forces of the various clans who were celebrating their victory in Tia City suddenly felt that the sky was dark, and countless vines had grown over an area of thousands of miles, becoming a sky forest.

The Divine Heavenly Realm destroyed the planets, and the Wang Heavenly Realm destroyed the continent, and strength was the foundation for them to be regarded as gods, and when a Wang Heavenly Realm with a will to die broke out, it was enough to cause a desperate domain.

"You're crazy, stop, Tia!"

The blonde man roared, and a big tree in the center erupted with a green light, beam by beam, penetrating everything, she was going to explode the core heavenly seed at the expense of herself, and she also wanted to pull these three people to be buried together.

Trees that emerge from the core are not naturally grown, they are extremely hard and aggressive.

The field of the gods is isolated from the vitality, if it is a level lower, it is impossible to act in the field at all, the three of them are all of the same level, but in a few microseconds, they are also isolated from the external vitality.

The forest exploded, bursting open from the tree in the very center, and the energy of the impact, the ultra-high pressure and the terrifying radiation swept through the sky in an instant.

This is a war of gods, a war of gods in the eyes of ordinary people!

Waves of turquoise light swept across the land, and Tia City, the capital of the Elven Empire, was reduced to ashes in an instant.

The power of this outbreak was too strong, the mountains and rivers within thousands of miles were swept by the light wave radiation, the mountain peaks were broken inch by inch, the rivers were steamed dry, and the countless races involved in the attack on the Elven Empire did not notice it, and they had turned into a pile of white bones.

Thousands of miles of desert, without any life, not even a single bacterium, was killed extremely cleanly.

The power of the wood clan is the embodiment of the vitality of the plants and trees, but on the other hand, this is not the embodiment of the power of death.

Positive and negative, yin and yang, are just two sides of the same thing.

Tens of thousands of miles away in the Hengduan Mountains, the remnants of the elves who fled here couldn't help but feel a strong sadness in their hearts, looking into the distance, the green light that erupted and covered half of the sky made them know that the god of the elves had fallen.

The blue light is like rain, the gray sky, as if there is a seedling growing in favor of the rain and dew, a vision from the sky, the awakened Wang Tianjing all know, and another Wang Tianjing has fallen.

The original site of Tia City, now a desolate ruin, three faint clouds of light rose from the ground, the blonde man was still intact, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but his eyes were a little strange, his wings were blurred with blood, "tick, tick" dripping with golden blood, one of which was even completely broken, leaving only the bare flesh root to be attached there, but his right hand clenched tightly, as if grasping something.

The creature with the head of a lion and a tiger had its head shaved off, its thick carotid arteries gushing blood, and its lion head roared with rage, and the earth shook with a roar.

The angelic woman was now like a devil, half of her body was shattered, and a beautiful face showed half of her flesh and bones, as if she had been eaten by marching ants, which was very terrifying.

The three of them stood there, and there was a sudden feeling of depression and suffocation in the sky, huge vitality fluctuations, ten teleportation channels were built in the Canglan Continent, and the dark, tyrannical, bloody, and lustful demonic qi was overwhelming, just a few breaths, demonizing all the creatures within hundreds of miles of the landing area.

The demons actually landed at this moment! (To be continued.) )