The war finally ended after three days and three nights.

The combined army of more than one billion on both sides was slaughtered by a full 300 million.

A large area of peach forest under Peach Mountain was flooded with blood.

A thousand dragon-blooded warriors stood in the sky with the porcelain vase in their hands, and when they turned the porcelain vase downward, a thousand blood fountains rushed into the sky, and then they were sucked into the porcelain vase.

With so much martial blood, Yechen naturally couldn't waste it, although it was not as precious as the dragon blood collected at the beginning, but these blood were refined into pills, and they could also be refined into countless intermediate-grade pills that were conducive to cultivation.

In the course of the massacre, many people also took the opportunity to escape. There are still many people who understand Heywood's intentions and try to leave a spark behind so that they can rebel against Yechen's rule in the future.

None of this matters to Yechen.

The rest of the stalls can be handed over to their subordinates to clean up, every prince and king is the existence of controlling the vast territory, and now that so many people are following the transfer of Yechen, it is not difficult to deal with these things.

Next, there will be a wave of immigrants, according to Ye Zixuan's meaning, the future grassroots management will all be handed over to the people of the Martial God Continent, so that after a hundred years, the newborn children will be slowly led back to the right path, so that they can have self-esteem, self-love, and self-pride.

In the void, there were colorful streamers converging and sprinkling on Yechen's body, but this time the colorful light was very dim, far inferior to the one in the Martial God Continent.

"The power of luck!" Yechen murmured and said softly, "It seems that this continent, the cancer is still there, and it should only be completely recognized by this star if it is completely aware of the influence of the gods, like the Martial God Continent." It's just that it doesn't matter, for me, the Martial God Continent is the foundation, whether it is the origin fruit here, or the place where I have experienced, it is all for the Terran compatriots in the Martial God Continent, followed by the Tianheng Continent. ”

There is a difference between relatives and relatives, and it is impossible for Yechen to be as selfless as a saint, he has to consider his relatives first, then his subordinates, then the Martial God Continent, and finally the Tianheng Continent and the Starry Sky Battlefield.

Then, Yechen held Yemo and stepped back into the Thunder Cave.

Yemo has become a little bloody man, in this battle, Yemo charged ahead, killing countless powerhouses of the light camp, for killing, the little guy is used to killing.

Looking at the surrounding void and the dense wall of golden thunder and lightning not far away, Yechen said softly, "The next time you go out of the Thunder Cave, it should be a few years later. ”

Yechen decided to go on a long retreat.

Yechen put the night ink next to him, put the night ink next to him, and then took out the Martial God Tablet.

The Martial God Monument floated in the air, exuding a hazy luster, and even a hint of blood.

"Huh!" Yechen's eyes slowly widened, and then he stared at the Martial God Monument, and at this moment, he felt that the Martial God Monument seemed to be a little different.

There seems to be a little more connection between himself and the Martial God Monument, and the Martial God Monument seems to have become a part of Yechen.

Yechen grabbed the void with his right hand, and grabbed the Martial God Tablet in his hand, and the colorful light on the Martial God Tablet flowed, exuding the aura of various laws.

Yechen closed his eyes and slowly revealed his soul power, flowing towards the Martial God Monument.

Suddenly, a spirit woke up in the night, and found himself in a vast land, where the dense qi continued to appear and disappear in the void, and in the far distance, there was a stone tablet looming in the smoke, and there was a colorful light faintly flowing in the smoke.

It was as if an ethereal voice sounded slowly in the distance: "Mixed ...... Monument ......"

It seems to sigh, and it seems to be singing.

Yechen wanted to hear it for real, but the sound was too ethereal to be heard.

Then, the scene changed, the stele disappeared, and countless bodies floated and fell in the smoke, their clothes shattered, as if they were already rotting.

But the aura emanating from their bodies made Yechen's soul tremble, and a fragment of a corpse floated from a distance.

It was just a fragment of tattered clothes fluttering in the wind, but in Yechen's eyes, it was as if the sky had fallen, the void in front of him was crushed piece by piece, and the top of Yechen's head suddenly turned pitch black, so that Yechen could not have the slightest power to resist.

A small fragment of decay was terrifying, hundreds of millions of times more powerful than all the strengths that Yechen had ever encountered. Yechen couldn't imagine how there could be such a terrifying power in this world.

Seeing, he is about to die.

Suddenly, Yechen woke up and found himself in the void of the Thunder Cave, as if he had had a dream just now.

Yechen, who woke up, found himself sweating profusely, and Yemo on the side looked at Yechen in surprise and said, "Daddy, what's wrong with you." ”

Yechen frowned, recalling the scene just now, he still had palpitations, and then asked Yemo, "What did you see just now?"

Yemo said: "Daddy fell asleep just now, and then he kept shaking, did Daddy go crazy?"

Yechen shook his head, it was definitely not that simple.

"Daddy is fine, Mo'er cultivates well!" Yechen gently stroked Yechen's head, and then the breath on his body moved slightly, crushing the beads of sweat on his body, and his body became clean again.

After appeasing Yemo and cultivating well, Yechen paid attention to the Martial God Monument again, looked at the Martial God Monument and said softly: "Do you want to tell me something?

The Martial God Monument was still the same as before, exuding the power of clear laws.

"That's it, stop!" Yechen let go of the Martial God Monument and let him float quietly in front of him, then calmed down and silently comprehended the power of thunder.

Time flies, and the night seems to have turned into a stone sculpture.

A month later, the Tianheng Continent completed the unification, with Yunxiao Wang Yunxiao temporarily serving as the emperor of the Tianheng Continent, and a hundred princes and kings from other empires to jointly suppress small-scale rebellions.

Although the Tianheng Continent has been unified, the drama of the gods calling on warriors to resist the rule of the Great Demon King has been constantly staged in various places. Especially in the Empire of Light, many young geniuses have been tempted by the birdman to regard themselves as saviors and challenge Yechen for the sake of the God of Light.

For these people, Yunxiao's methods are very aggressive, as long as they are caught, they will all be killed, especially those birdmen who are hiding behind the scenes and controlling the human race, and they will not be spared if they are caught and killed one by one.

Subsequently, there were many more stories in the Tianheng Continent, that is, the stories of the devil enslaving the human race and the human warriors rising up to resist, these stories were rendered by the rulers, comparing the gods to the demon kings who were going to invade the Tianheng Continent.

The cultural confrontation is also unfolding in the Tianheng Continent.

Before you know it, two years have passed.

Nightshade awoke from its slumber.

"After two years of penance, my perception of the power of thunder is finally on par with other forces!"

(End of chapter)