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Thousands of miles of ruins.

The powerhouses of the whole realm have dispatched countless times, and they can't complete the cleanup, let alone reconstruction, in a short period of time. In order to clean up the periphery, a hundred strong people have died.

After much consideration and consultation, the Wan Clan finally decided to keep it and move the center to another place. This is to be used as a cemetery and will be preserved forever.

Seven days had passed since that earth-shattering battle, and almost all the clans who had received the news had gathered on the wall formed by the impact, looking at the shocking ruins from afar.

Just by looking at the ruins, you can imagine what kind of war it was. The apocalyptic scene cannot fully describe the scene at that time.

All the tribes crowded together, and in a rare event no conflict broke out. All the clans put aside their past grievances and looked at this battlefield with great solemnity, and there was nothing else in their hearts at this time.

Towards the end of the night, countless torches were lit and formed a long dragon on the wall of thousands of miles. There were countless flames standing in the ruins, like daylight.

The tribes on the wall began to walk down, towards the center of the ruins, and the whole process did not make much noise.

If it weren't for the Demon Emperor's use of big means to evacuate the aftermath here, the powerhouses of the entire realm would not be able to set foot in a few years, and it would be very dangerous from a distance. This is a battlefield created by countless immortal law collisions, how can ordinary powerhouses be allowed to watch?

Even though it has been cleaned up for seven days, this place is still full of dangers, and the slightest carelessness will fall into a catastrophe, and the Divine Hidden Realm will be swallowed up.

The most powerful clansmen are at the forefront, but the foremost are either the old men who have passed their old years, or the weathered women, and there are very few strong men.

Almost all the strong people have been buried under this ruin, and there are not many strong people left in the group.

This is a funeral for all races, and it has buried most of the combat strength of all races.

The hope of every race dies here.

There are no more races left in the desolate pasture, all of them are gathered here, mighty and moving slowly. From time to time, explosions broke out in places, and the aftermath of the battle has not completely disappeared. However, no one screamed, and they all tended to their wounds in silence, carrying the dead on their backs, and moving on.

The torches began to converge and move closer together, and eventually became dense points, illuminating the entire land for thousands of miles. The ground beneath their feet was still flowing with magma, burning people's skins, but there was no panic among the demons, they endured the pain in silence, their eyes firmly looking ahead.

The huge demon beasts were full of tribes, and in order to be able to better see what was happening in the center, they wanted to watch the funeral go on.

The Demon Emperors did not rise to the sky, they stood on the ruins, watching the firelight converge and listen to the footsteps converge.

It took the whole half of the night for all the races to complete their assembly, and the groups that were usually irritable and abnormal were also quiet at this time, just looking towards the center.

Under the firelight, there were quiet and solemn faces, without any expression, only bright eyes.

Fu Qian glanced around at these ethnic groups and said slowly, "All ethnic groups have never gathered together like today. Originally, when we rushed out of the wilderness, we could stand together. But now we stand together for the saddest thing in the world. ”

"On the ground beneath our feet, there is blood left by our loved ones, which has dried up or even evaporated, but it still exists. Our dear relatives died here, but only a trace of blood was left, some of them did not even have a trace at all, and they did not have a single corpse left!"

"It's a funeral that doesn't look like it! It's a funeral that we're sorry for! It's a funeral that we can't do anyway......! Shame on them!"

Fu Qian paused and continued: "The heroes who belong to all races, they are all buried here quietly. And all we can do is mourn in silence, we can't build a cemetery for them! I know what it is like, and I know how deep the grief is, because my son, who also died here. ”

In the solemnity of all the races, there was already the sound of sobbing. Although all the tribes are warlike and murderous, they are not all cold-blooded and ruthless. They also have heartache and they cry.

Fu Gan paused and said: "They are all heroes, and they are all worth remembering! The deeds they have made will never be erased and immortal! Even if you have heard this matter thousands of times in the past few days, I still have to say it again now, and I will say it thousands of times in the future!"

Fu Qian walked up excitedly among the crowds, looked at every face in the firelight, and spoke passionately about the thrilling battle.

"The Terran named Wang Shi has invaded my desolate ancient world and wants to seize our demon queen with the power of the Emperor. When the strong man of my tribe saw that he was strong, he let him participate in the battle together. If he is defeated, he can take the demon queen with him, and if he fails, my ten thousand tribes can also let him go! If I want to defeat the human race, I should have such a mind!"

"Who knew that the human race was strong outside, and he didn't have any ability at all, and he couldn't even block Rong Cang's blow! Just when he was killed, he suddenly threw out countless spiritual weapons and escaped a catastrophe. Unexpectedly, he took advantage of this opportunity and quickly sacrificed the space-time magic weapon and directly constructed the space-time channel. ”

"It turns out that the Terran clan is to invade my ten thousand races, so he deliberately sent such a Terran to infiltrate my ancient wilderness!"

"The human race has been planning for a long time, just for this moment, countless Heavenly Demon Realm powerhouses have come in, and they even have ancient magic weapons, they are still holding ancient magic weapons with the strength of the people, suppressing the Demon Emperor, and preparing to wash my ancient desolate with blood!"

"What I didn't expect was that Emperor Xiong suddenly rebelled, attacked the Demon Emperor, and caused the defense line to collapse directly, and the Terran army rushed quickly, about to enter the Ancient Wilderness, and cast an ancient magic weapon for a bloody bath!"

"At this critical moment, the powerhouses of all races stepped forward, blocked several powerhouses of the God and Demon Realm, and terminated the ancient magic weapons, and a tragic battle began......

"The strong people of the human race have been killed countless times by the strong people of our ten thousand races, and they have almost all been wiped out! However, the despicable king of the human race actually wants to take the ancient magic weapon and die with us! In the end, in order to protect the ancient people from being slaughtered, the strong people of all the ten thousand races pounced on it......

"Rongcang, Tongqi, Kunzhen, Kui...... There are also 3,672 strong men of all races, all of whom were buried in that great battle! I am incapable of saving them! I am ashamed of all races!"

With Fu Qian's affectionate undulating voice, the Wan clans were sometimes angry, sometimes sad, but in the end they just became solemn, and they all watched the battlefield quietly.

"We did not destroy this battlefield, just to leave it behind, so that our children and grandchildren can remember these heroes who saved all races, and even more so remember the shame we suffered!"

"We, the ten thousand races, must not become the domestic animals slaughtered arbitrarily by the human race!"

"We, the ten thousand races, are bound to kill the ancient and come to the world again!"

"We are the true masters of all races!"

All the clans standing here burst out in an astonishing roar, and all their grief and anger were vented at this time.

The solemn funeral ceremony lasted until the second half of the night, when the tribes cut open their limbs, released blood, sprinkled it on the ground, took out their hard bone knives, and carved the totems of the tribe or the names of the deceased on the newly formed rocks.

Blood filled every nick, gathered together, and flowed towards the abyss in the center.

"Pity my people, thunder!"

"Sad for all my races, blood is rolling!"

"Think of my race, the night does not stop!"

"I will kill all the human races and come to the world again!"

All the clans here erupted in a roar, which echoed in the land for three days and three nights.

......

There are still too many things to deal with after the memorial, but Fu Qian has undoubtedly become the backbone of the entire ten thousand races. After such a great mourning, the cohesion of the entire race is unprecedented, and no one knows what kind of power will burst out.

There were five Demon Emperors standing in Fu Gan's team, and the other Demon Emperors were watching coldly from the sidelines, and they were not in the company of Fu Gan.

This war can be said to be a shame for all races, but after Emperor Fuqianlong's words, it has become a just battle for heroes to defend all races.

The Demon Emperor has lived for so long, of course he knows this simple trick. After all, history is only written by the living, and the dead will only become material for use.

For the sake of such a big lie, Fu Qianke secretly killed many real witnesses. Many of the tribes who share the same hatred here will never know that their enemies are in fact Fu Qian.

However, there is no criticism of such an approach.

All the Demon Emperors agreed with this approach, but they were a little dissatisfied with Fu Qian's taking over power like this.

At least in the next hundred years, it will be difficult for geniuses like Rong Cang and Tongqi to appear, and even one or two like Kun Zhen may not appear.

This blank century is a great time to accumulate resources. Powerful races have to lay the groundwork and lay the foundation for the interests of their own race.

Fu Qian commanded half of the ten thousand clans, once there is any genius among the dragon clan, he will definitely get the best resources, and then the growth rate of the other party will far exceed that of the strong people in the same period, and it will become a situation where the dragon clan dominates in the future.

The demon emperors were aware of such a thing, and they were silently planning countermeasures in their hearts.

After thousands of years of evolution, it is no longer as simple killing as before, and it has gradually become an intriguing human race, but the skin is a little different.

An old era has passed, and the demon emperors are not too immersed in grief, and even immediately forget the death of the strong man in the clan, and start planning the current situation again, they need to start a new era that is more beneficial to themselves.