The wind in the wilderness stopped blowing and blowing, blowing and stopping, and the vicissitudes of the ancient crossing of the drinking horse once again ushered in a new group of caravans.

For the savage Terrans, the lives of monks and ordinary people were completely separated. The monks practiced day and night, just to gain greater strength, to defend themselves, their homeland, and the human race.

As for the goals of immortality and ascension, for most monks, they were just extravagant hopes and never dared to think about it. Not to mention that the Great Dao is at a loss, ninety out of ten monks are destined to have no chance with the supreme of the Great Dao, and the wilderness has always been in a war situation, and the various ethnic groups are eyeing each other and wary of each other.

In such an environment as the jungle eats the strong, chaotic and savage, for the Terran monks, the so-called peace of mind cultivation never exists, they are more like warriors in the Terran race, born to exist for battle, under the leadership of the holy land and spiritual leader of the Terran Race, Momen, protecting the homeland of the Terran and the right of the Terran to survive and reproduce in the wilderness.

In contrast, ordinary people seem to be better, although poverty and disease have been spreading among ordinary people, claiming many lives, but ordinary people only need to do all that is to live and live their lives.

Of course, the common people were also indispensable for the annual worship of the tribe and the Momen, and at least half of the grain they grew and the game they caught were used to pay taxes. This burden seems heavy, but compared with the tax payment of ninety percent of grain and other taxes before the establishment of Momen, this is enough for most ordinary people to be satisfied and live and work in peace and contentment.

In this era, it is not friendly to Momen, Momen as a whole is weakening, stormy, and the eyes of foreign people are becoming more and more cold, lurking in the dark at any time to watch, I don't know when I will pounce on it and bite hard.

But for ordinary people, this era can be described as one of the best, because there have been no more wars for hundreds of years.

Without war, without killing, without the fear and pressure of war, the wild human race was able to develop freely and multiply rapidly at a rate greater than ever before. In a stable environment, agriculture developed rapidly, more and more new farmland was developed, and grain and other food piled up, which was followed by an explosion of commercial trade.

Over the years, with the rapid development of commerce, this ancient road has also been revitalized and more and more active, and several caravans go back and forth on it every day, tirelessly carrying out trade between the barbaric tribes.

The prosperity of the Ancient Drinking Horse Road has created the prosperity of the Ancient Drinking Horse Road, which was originally ordinary and the merchants on the ancient road generally used to rest and rest, and in less than a hundred years, it has developed into a prosperous town, and the scale has expanded at least 100 times.

"Did you hear, the war ahead is getting more and more fierce, the monks of Momen have suffered heavy casualties, and yesterday I saw a new batch of supplies of Momen monks, hurrying to the front line!"

"Alas...... You're hearsay at best, but I've been to the front lines and seen mountains of corpses, some of which are underage ......."

"It's all to blame on that damn traitor Zou Dui! If he hadn't let go of the leaders of the various races, our Terran army would have already leveled the entire wilderness!"

"Who says it's not! That person tipped Zou Dui and let go of these strong men of all races, and as soon as they turned around, they joined forces to fight against the army of our Terran race, causing huge losses to our Terran race!"

"This damn traitor, he should be arrested and cut with a thousand knives!"

"Hey...... You think too much, this Zou is cunning, after letting go of those strong people of all races, people will disappear without a trace, and the ghost knows where he is now free!"

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In a humble roadside tea shop outside the mouth of the Ancient Horse Road, several merchants from a caravan discuss current affairs indignantly while eating simple food.

In a corner where no one was looking, an elderly beggar suddenly rolled over and sat up against the big tree beside him. His hair was unkempt, and his animal skin clothes hadn't been changed for an unknown amount of time, and he was so dirty that he couldn't see the original color.

At this time, the old beggar listened to the discussion of several merchants, his eyes showed a trace of confusion, and he muttered in his mouth: "Did I do something wrong......

This old beggar is Zou Dui after using the soul clone technique to disguise. Since Zou Dui made the decision to release the strong people of all races and successfully achieved it, the situation in the wilderness did not develop according to Zou Dui's intentions, but became worse and worse, Yang Qingfeng was desperate and frantically launched a war against the barbarian tribes.

Yang Qingfeng is the only "god-level peak" powerhouse in the wilderness at present, even if the powerhouses of all races basically return to their own clan smoothly, but Yang Qingfeng and the Terran army led by him still put huge pressure on all races, and they have to join forces to fight against the Terrans.

As a result, the situation of the unity of the barbarian races to fight against the demons outside the sky was not seen, but a full-scale war broke out instead, and the army of the human race attacked the allied forces of the various races under the leadership of Yang Qingfeng, a powerhouse at the "peak of the god level".

This devastated Zou Dui, feeling a sense of loss and confusion, he disguised himself into an old beggar, began to wander in the wilderness, and always paid attention to the news of the war ahead. He wanted to see if he had really done something wrong, and he was worried about the consequences of all that he had caused.

On the surface, it looks very domineering and majestic, the Terrans attack with the strength of one race, and the coalition forces of each race can only shrink back to defense. The human race has endured swallowing their anger for hundreds of years, looking at the faces of foreign races from time to time, and now they can attack so domineeringly, which makes all the human races feel angry and raise their eyebrows, and they support Yang Qingfeng more and more fully.

But in fact, the war has been fought so far, and the situation has become a stalemate.

It is true that Yang Qingfeng is the "peak of the god level", but there are countless strong people in all races, especially the existence of the "pseudo-god level" powerhouse of the Wheel King, plus in addition to Yang Qingfeng, the overall strength of the Momen and the human race is far inferior to the alliance of all races.

As a result, the war has formed a stalemate, with heavy casualties on both sides, but it still has not changed the territory and situation of the wilderness.

Every day, strong people fall in the war, and the young monks have countless casualties, and the strength of the wilderness is quickly weakened in the civil war, which makes Zou Dui's heart more and more heavy, and he suddenly feels that he has really done something wrong......

"But what can I do about it......"

Zou Dui muttered in his heart, although he admitted that he had done wrong, but he was alone, and he was powerless to prevent such a war situation, and it was okay for the strong people of all races to say, because after all, there was a favor to save them, but Yang Qingfeng's side was not at all.

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