Terran Residency. Thousands of Terran monks stood in the air, under the leadership of the Suiren clan, holding on to one person.

The Suiren trembled all over, his face pale, his eyes full of boundless sorrow crossed his feet, his palms clenched, his palms were pricked with blood, and drops of red slid down the joints and fell from the air.

Beneath his feet was supposed to be the Terran station, a lush valley. But now, it's a basin.

The basin is a standard, perfectly rounded shape that seems to have been measured by a tool, and its surface is spherical and smooth. The glassy colors and the light smoke swarming outwards clearly express what happened here: high temperature evaporation.

A sun suddenly fell from the sky and smashed down here, turning this Terran valley, which was only fifty miles away, full of life, into a dead basin of three thousand miles.

In just one moment, all the millions of Terrans died. They didn't even have a chance to wail and cry, they just turned into a wisp of light smoke, no, they didn't even have a light smoke, they just turned into nothingness and disappeared from the desolate world.

Disaster from heaven. It is also a disaster for man.

Heaven is the Emperor of Heaven. Man is the One.

The Suiren's eyes were blood-red, and the red color seemed to flow out of the corners of his eyes, and his pale lips squeezed out a trace of coldness, as if he was muttering from under the netherworld blood sea: "Taiyi ......"

This voice has not only the hatred that cannot be erased by thousands of reincarnations and immeasurable eons, but also the remorse that cannot be washed away even after pouring out the water of the nine heavens.

A hundred years ago, the plan he and Bai Ye had set up began to be implemented. Thankfully, perhaps the heavens and the earth favored it, and although there were problems of one kind or another after the successful implementation, the effects were all according to the pre-imagined ones.

The ancestral dragon was resurrected and turned into the Eastern Luck Holy Beast Canglong, although the dragon clan collapsed, but with the existence of Canglong, with the luck he had extended, even if Emperor Jun Taiyi wanted to destroy the dragon clan, it was no longer possible: they did not dare to face the punishment of heaven again.

In this incident, the action of the Taishang Sage shocked countless races: the desolate heaven and earth are indeed respected by the saints!

This shock came so suddenly, but it became a lever to pry the entire flood wilderness: the attitude of the Sage Supreme towards Emperor Jun Taiyi, needless to say.

The unexpected defeat of the Lich War, the Pangu God easily slashed through Zhou Tianxingdou's axe, the heavenly punishment triggered by an edict of the saints, and the collective rebellion chosen by the East China Sea Dragon Clan...... These events were connected one after another, and in an instant, they turned into monsters that devoured the foundation of the Heavenly Court!

The demon master Kunpeng reopened the altar in Beihai to preach and gather thousands of demon clans; the great sage of Fuxi quietly left the heavenly court and returned to Buzhou Mountain to retreat and practice penance; and the demon gods of many races returned to their stations to recuperate...... Demon Heavenly Court, it's messed up!

Under this chaos, Emperor Juntai was furious, but he couldn't think about it.

The demon clan is too big and too wide. When they move forward together, it's a disaster for others, but when they are divided and collided, it's a disaster for themselves—the colossal power of this multitude of races can crush all power to ashes, and it can blow itself to pieces!

So Emperor Jun Taiyi could only watch the luck of the demon clan after being cut off by heaven, and once again had a tendency to collapse in a sloppy manner!

Unthinkable, Emperor Jun Taiyi could only stop recovering from his injuries, rushed out from the depths of the Sun Star, and regained control of the Heavenly Court, not daring to relax for a moment!

The purpose of the Suiren clan and the white night has been achieved!

At the same time, the changes of the Wu clan are also constantly occurring!

The Twelve Ancestors led by Dijiang undoubtedly passed the decision to merge with the Terrans, and most of the Terrans moved to live near the Wu tribe. Under the protection of powerful shamans, they lived comfortably. And because of the Wu clan's bold surname, the human race has a great affection for this race that is willing to help them. More and more Terrans began to migrate in the direction of the Wicans.

In fact, if it weren't for the conscious control of the Suiren clan, the clansmen who were still stationed in the Terran garrison would not even be half of the Terran!

Under such circumstances, what the ancestors and witches were looking forward to naturally happened: the intermarriage between the human race and the Wu clan began!

In the expectation of the ancestors, their guess really came true: the speed at which the Terran and the Witch Race were produced by the hybrid blood of the Witch Race was simply astonishingly fast! As if a switch had been turned on, the growth rate of the Terran Race had also increased again!

In just one hundred years, the number of new Terrans was tens of millions! And of these, two-thirds of them were mixed witches, with six or seven million! That's one-third of the total number of remnants of the Lich War!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are crazy! Only a hundred years! In only a hundred years, six or seven million witch clans have been born! It has taken tens of millions of years for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to be born from the present, but only how many witch clans have been produced? If this goes on for a thousand years, how many witches should be born? At that time, what did the demon clan count? The witch clan was completely capable of dominating the flood and famine!

So, the whole Wu clan went crazy!

And so, the calamity came!

Emperor Jun Taiyi noticed the situation of the Wu Clan, and noticed the unreasonable development of the Wu Clan. While they were shocked, they panicked!

The Demon Clan has a problem, and the slightest carelessness may completely collapse, but the Wu Clan has developed like never before, accumulating strength at an unimaginable speed every moment...... If this continues, you don't have to think about what the Lich War will be like in a thousand years!

We can't go on like this! We must break this status quo! Stop the development of the Wu Clan!

But what is the way? Emperor Jun Taiyi has the heart to start another Lich War before the Wu Clan recovers, even if he faces the Heavenly God Evil again, it is better than waiting for a certain ending!

But this is impossible: the Dao Ancestor's edict is clear that within a thousand years, the two Lich Clans must not fight again!

So, now there is only one other option left: start with the Terrans!

Even if the human race involves these two saints, even if the human race is lucky, even if it may bring huge losses to the demon race, they only have this one way!

That's right, the idea of the Suiren clan has an effect, in the case of the turbulent foundation of the demon clan, Emperor Jun Taiyi really did not dare to make a big move, and even Emperor Jun Taiyi did not dare to recover from the serious injuries he suffered under the Lich War and Heavenly Punishment, so he could only sit in the Heavenly Court, and the strategy could be described as a perfect success, but he ignored one point: If the demon clan wants to solve the human race, why do you need to make a big move?

A hundred years after Bai Ye left the Terrans, and after the deadline for Nuwa's edict to protect the Terrans had passed, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi fell from the sky alone, and under one finger, millions of people were wiped out!

"Hate, I hate!" the Suiren clan raised his head to the sky and roared, and two lines of blood and tears finally left from the corners of his eyes. "Isn't this damn Heavenly Dao trend not to be changed at all?"

He raised the whip high, roared, and rushed forward.

"Taiyi!"

(To be continued)