Bixiao's affairs passed quickly. After all, compared to the major event of human migration, this is just a small wave.

Yes, the migration of the Terrans is the big deal. Both in sense and in time.

The fiftieth year of the Terran migration. Under the protection of the convoy, the number of Terrans not only did not decrease, but increased by a million. And the True Immortal Rank Human Race who can join the escort team has exceeded a thousand.

The hundredth year of the Terran migration. The leader, Bai Ye, taught the "Basic Qi Cultivation Formula" summarized by himself to tens of millions of human races. The true immortals of the human race exceeded two thousand. The heavenly immortals broke through three hundred. The first Xuan Immortal to advance on the migration path appeared.

The second hundred years of the Terran migration. The number of Terran Xuan Immortals reached twelve. The leader, Bai Ye, divided the human race into twelve parts, each led by twelve Xuan Immortals.

Three hundred years. Talents in all fields of the Terrans have appeared. The leader Bai Ye ordered that all the Terrans be planned, and all the Terrans who have skills in various fields will be under the special protection of the escort team. At the same time, two qualified new Terrans can be selected to assist in the work.

Four hundred years. Pass through an immortal volcano. The immortal volcano erupted, the water, fire, and wind all collapsed within a radius of thousands of miles, and the human race suffered countless casualties, and the number of members who had originally grown to 20 million suddenly decreased to less than 10 million, and the twelve Xuan Immortals were all killed to protect the human race. There was a sound of stopped migration among the Terrans, and they were suppressed by the leader Bai Ye.

Five hundred years. Thanks to the previous training of talents in various fields and reserves, the Terrans have developed rapidly again. After a hundred years, the number has redeveloped to 10 million, and the first beauty of migration has been restored.

Six hundred years. The road passed through Qingqiu, and the nine-tailed fox demon clan blocked the way. The leader Bai Ye went to Qingqiu Mountain alone. Three days later, the nine-tailed fox patriarch personally ordered the blockade to be lifted and allowed to pass through the Terrans.

Seven hundred years. On the 10th, the Golden Crow Witch Battle. Mountains and rivers are cracked and rivers are diverted. Although the Terrans were protected by the leader White Night and the escort team, they avoided damage. But had to choose a new path. The East China Sea, which had already been close, was far away again.

Eight hundred years. Arrive in the East China Sea. The migration ends.

......

The coast of the East China Sea. Thousands of people sat on their knees with tears in their eyes, their cheeks flushed, and they wept loudly.

"It's really over. ”

Looking at the East China Sea, Bai Ye took a deep breath. The moist air that slowly entered the mouth instantly filled the heart and lungs, but it could not eliminate the trace of bitterness.

After 800 years, the Terrans finally succeeded in migrating under his leadership. By the Buzhou Mountain area. Came to the coast of the East China Sea.

There is no need to tell anyone about the ordeal that has been experienced. I can't say it to anyone else. Only by experiencing it firsthand can we know everything.

And as the leader of the Terran race who shoulders all the responsibilities and crises on his shoulders, he is the only one who knows the taste of the white night.

Until today. That's the end of it. Perfect ending.

"Big brother!" Xuan Du walked over quietly, with a hint of blush on his face. Even with his concentration, at this time today, he can't keep himself unfazed.

"Hmm. Bai Ye smiled at him. Pointing to the vast East China Sea in front of him, and the large fertile land adjacent to the East China Sea: "This is our future home!"

Xuan Du couldn't help himself, and nodded fiercely: "Hmm." Our home!"

The light wind blew, and the two suppressed the surging emotions in their hearts and calmed down again.

"Big brother, all these years...... Thank you!"

As a person who has experienced everything firsthand, Xuan is the most aware of what Bai Ye has experienced. For 800 years, it has been uninterrupted, single-mindedly planning for the human race. There are times when they are praised by their clansmen, and there are times when they are doubted by their clansmen. There are times when you meet the enemy alone, and there are times when you command battles. There are times when the spirit is high. When the heart is like ashes, there is ......

His eldest brother took all of this. He took everything on his shoulders, so that after eight hundred years, his cultivation stagnated at level 49 of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he never moved a single bit. ...,

"Jing said stupid things!" Bai Ye smiled and said, "What are you thanking me for? As a big brother, isn't it right to take care of your younger brother?"

Xuandu shook his head: "I'm not just the brother of the eldest brother. It's also a Terran!"

"Then it's even more needless!" Bai Ye laughed: "I am the leader of the human race, and this is even more deserved!"

Xuandu still shook his head.

At this time, Yuanxing Daoren and Zhao Gongming and others stepped forward.

Eight hundred years of migration. Many monks have joined the Guardian Corps to help protect the Terrans. What kind of purpose do they act for. There is no traceability. Is it optimistic about the future of the human race and comes to make a good fate, or is it hunted down by the demon race and temporarily resists with the momentum of the human race, or even out of pure curiosity about the human race, come to see this race that has repeatedly created miracles......

There are a lot of them, and there are thousands of them one after another. Among them, there were even many powerful monks of the Taiyi Golden Immortal rank, but the only ones who really persevered from beginning to end were Yuan Xing and Zhao Gongming, who had joined from the beginning.

This kindness is remembered by the White Night and the Terrans.

"Why are a few Daoists here?" Bai Ye asked while greeting him, "I have already arranged for my clansmen to repair the Cave Mansion for a few Daoists, and I will be able to move in in a few days!"

Yuanxing Daoist politely refused: "Brother Dao doesn't have to be like this, now that the human race has finally arrived here, it's better to plan for yourself first!"

Zhao Gongming continued: "Not bad. Besides, it's not necessary at all!"

"No?" Bai Yeyi frowned: "What do you mean?"

Yunxiao said: "Brother Dao, we are ordered by our master to guard the migration of the human race. Now that the mission is complete, it's time for us to leave!"

"Yes, big brother. Xuandu took a deep breath and looked reluctant: "I have been summoned by the teacher just now to return to Kunlun Mountain!"

Bai Ye, who originally wanted to say something to save him, suddenly stopped thinking about it. The call of the saints must be obeyed.

Seeing that Bai Ye's expression was not good, Lingming Daoist said: "Brother Dao doesn't have to be like this, he has a fate, and we will definitely meet again." It's just that at that time, whether it is Brother Dao or the Human Race, it must be more than this!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately laughed. "Okay, I'm not hypocritical!" Bai Ye let go of his heart and laughed: "But tonight my human race celebrates, you can't leave! Stay until tomorrow, it's not too late to leave tomorrow!"

"Big brother's eldest brother!" Bi Xiao rolled his eyes and suddenly shouted: "We're going to drink tonight!

Bai Ye laughed: "Good!"

For 800 years, the monks called him differently at the beginning: Daoyou, Dao Brother, and White Leader...... But now, they have all been unified into Taoist brothers early. The only exception is Bixiao's Lori.

'Big brother', that's what she called her weirdly. Ever since that battle, she has called White Night. And always looking for various aspects, vowing to be on the same level as the white night!

The monks glanced at each other and said together, "Just according to what Brother Dao said!"

That night, the 800-year-old Terrans finally had a new home.

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Today's chapter is very strangely written. But it was a relief.

The positioning of this book from the beginning is to start from the little people, or from the bottom, and climb up little by little. So even if it's two hundred and twenty chapters, it's just the beginning of the Lich Wars. And our white night is just a small Taiyi Golden Immortal.

This is because of the pattern of the book.

But by now, the Lich Wars have really made me feel tired. Or rather, on the key characters of the various Lich Wars. It's all on display. So if you want to continue, you are repeating the old way of the torrent. ...,

This, I don't want to.

So I decided to put an end to the Lich Tribulation quickly.

In fact, there are many regrets. For example, the image of Di Jun. My intention was to portray him as a Godless king. In the early stage, the rendering was okay, but later, the pen power was insufficient, and the brain power was insufficient, and the image of this godless king collapsed.

Pity. Pity.

Actually, there are many more feelings, but because it involves comprehensiveness, I will talk about it at the end of this book. So that's all for now.

The update of this book is very scummy. Because of the interruption in the middle, my subscription fell straight down. The original 24-hour subscription for the new chapter was 800, but now it is less than 300. And how many days have passed, the subscription has never exceeded 400.

This is the result of what I have done. I bear it.

Of course, the biggest reason for this is probably my deterioration in quality. I can only say that I made the scene too big at the beginning, and I couldn't control it later.

I just feel sorry for it. Many of the things that should have been able to be written brilliantly have been collapsed by me. What a pity.

Uh, repeating the same old story again. Not much more.

By the way, I can't say much about the readers who steal the post. But I specifically ask for the trouble of stealing the rest of today's text. Let me share my thoughts with you.

Thank you. Thank you. (To be continued)