Hence the names of the Forsaken, who broke the jar and broke it, and since they could not return, they were in the Lost Star Field, acting recklessly, and often waging war against the exiles.

Endless years passed, the two sides suffered heavy casualties, and there was peace for a while, but there was only so much territory, fighting was inevitable, and the two sides came and went to form a mortal enemy.

[Mission: After reading the magnificent history of the Terrans]

【Reward: Obtain Mystic Spells】

Ning Yueyao muttered what kind of spell this is, it's not powerful. But I didn't think about it that much, as long as I could make myself stronger.

Ning Yueyao's side was immersed in the magnificent history of the human race, and after reading for a few days, he hadn't even finished reading the content of the first stele, and these carvings and words automatically presented images in his mind, which made him fascinated for a long time......

"Thank you for bringing me here, but I still have to tell you that the Terrans out there are still there."

After more than ten days, Ning Yueyao barely finished reading the first stone tablet, and Peng Haoran did not disturb him, but stood quietly to the side to watch with him, although he had seen it countless times here, he never got tired of looking at it.

"Then what proof do you have?"

Peng Haoran saw that the other party did not give up, so he could only be patient and enlightened, maybe the human race in their time and space still existed, but in ancient times, everything was subverted.

"At this moment, although our human race is weak, there are still human emperors and top powerhouses fighting in the heavens, opening up territory for us in the rear and carrying everything."

Ning Yueyao said proudly, and then between the transformation of the cloud qi in the realm, the situation in the rear of the human race was restored in a small proportion, especially in the cloud trace realm, Ning Yueyao also truthfully displayed part of his memories in front of Peng Haoran, which surprised him.

"You ...... What kind of ancient period are you? Why haven't I seen this in the history of the Terrans, impossible, impossible. ”

Peng Haoran's eyes widened, pointing to the layers of changing clouds in front of him, and he was excited, and his breathing was involuntarily shorter.

"Of course it's the present."

Ning Yueyao was puzzled, but she still told the other party frankly.

"Could it be that there is a fourth ancient age of the Terrans? Is there really another Terran in the Outlands? ”

Peng Haoran muttered to himself, like a madman.

"The fourth? May I ask you, Chief, which ancient era are you now? ”

Ning Yueyao suddenly realized the problem, it seemed that they were not in the same time and space,

"What kind of ancient period are you?"

"Nature is ancient."

Peng Haoran looked at Ning Yueyao like a fool, this question still needs to be asked.

"How come I've never heard of this ancient chronicle?"

Ning Yueyao was stunned when she heard this, and after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't remember when it was in ancient times.

[Mission accomplished!] Please claim the reward as soon as possible! 】

Just when the two of you said a word, suddenly there was a thunderstorm outside, as if the sky had changed, seeing this, Peng Haoran's face tightened, and then he rushed out of the ancient cave in a hurry.

"Hey, this ......"

Ning Yueyao didn't know why, he looked at the many big monuments in front of him and struggled for a while before rushing out, he was very interested here, but there must be something big happening outside, so let's go and help first.

As soon as he came outside, Ning Yueyao narrowly avoided a beam of energy, and then looked up at the attacker, only to see a large group of alien races densely packed in the sky and caught in a melee, for a while he couldn't tell which side was which, and he didn't know who to help.

"You ungrateful bastards, we kindly took you in millions of years ago, but I didn't expect to raise a group of white-eyed wolves, not only do you not miss the old love, but you will also take revenge!"

Peng Haoran was indignant at the moment, a white porcelain brush appeared in his hand, and there was no ink to write a book, and countless words floated out between the waves, forming a literary wall, isolating all the forgotten people in the sky.

"It's been so many years, and you still don't have such a long memory."

At this moment, a sharp female voice came out, and then a slap came, and most of the entire text wall dissipated, and a group of forsaken people swarmed in, ready to kill.

"Haoran righteousness."

Peng Haoran used his mastery, only to see that the scattered literary walls around him were integrated into one, and in an instant, countless words were fused into ink droplets, and then he waved his big hand, and the ink droplets swept away like wild horses.

"Run."

The forsaken are all in the realm of heaven and man, and when they saw Peng Haoran, who was at the peak of the Freedom Realm, he was naturally frightened and scattered, and they retreated one after another, running as fast as they could.

It's a pity that no matter how fast their steps are, they can't fly as fast as the ink droplets, and the ink drops at this moment are like a sharp weapon, cutting through thorns and thorns everywhere they pass, and many forgotten people are like fireworks that are exploded in the air one by one, and the blood is pouring down.

"I haven't seen you for a thousand years, and this guy's skills have improved a lot, and if it continues like this, I can only ask the Heavenly Protector to take action."

A woman flew higher in the sky, looking down at everyone condescendingly, this time she brought an entire squadron of Forsaken with her, but she didn't expect to be killed by the other party with one blow.

But it's worth it, at least let her find out the strength of the other party, and then launch the strength of the overall exile, Peng Haoran's strength can rank tenth among the entire exile.

If it was placed tens of millions of years ago, when the exiles were at their peak, today's Peng Haoran did not enter the stream at all, and after a long struggle and fighting, he is now the tallest among the short people.

However, they have also suffered heavy losses from the Forsaken, since the establishment of the Forsaken, there have been twenty sacrifices in the Ancient Realm, but this is not fatal to the Forsaken, and the real reason for the current low realm is the trickery of the exiles.

The last two of them sacrificed their lives to the Origin to strengthen the time and space barrier, greatly reducing the number of newborn Forsaken, causing the Forsaken to lose a steady stream of reliance.

I didn't dare to sacrifice my life to fight a war of attrition, which brought about the current balance situation, otherwise even if the overall number of forsaken people was not as good as that of the exiles, it would not be possible to prevent the emergence of new entrants from other planes and planes.

The new speed of the exile master is not as fast as the opponent's new speed, which is why the exile has never been able to wipe out this group of outsiders.

Now that the other party's biggest advantage is gone, it has naturally converged a lot, but the forsaken are used to being arrogant and domineering, and it is common to stir up trouble, especially this woman who is called the night of the dove.

"Your men are dead, don't retreat quickly!"

Peng Haoran withdrew the ink drops, his pale face was a little better, this trick cost him too much attention, although it seemed simple, in fact, outsiders didn't know about the hard work.

"Cherish your few moments."

Haya didn't care about the lives of her subordinates, turned around and left directly, with her leaving, suddenly the human race present turned purple, and then the green muscles burst out, the face was extremely hideous, and they killed people when they saw them, as if they were crazy.

"Stick to the rules."

Seeing this, Peng Haoran waved his pen upward, only to see the ink droplets ascending like a sword, and then when they reached the highest place, they diluted into countless ink rains and fell on these crazy human races, and then there were thousands of more ink people on the field.

"Why is that?"

Ning Yueyao was about to rescue people, but after the true qi touched these ink droplets, they all melted away, and each drop of ink became a world of its own.