The blood of the sun, brilliantly red, sprinkled from the heavens and shone upon all beings.

The blood of all living beings was bright and poignant red, flowing above the wilderness, seeping into the brown-black soil, as if it was about to merge into the sinking Nine Shades Yellow Spring.

Corpses are scattered in the wilderness, and remnant flags are planted on the top of the mountain.

"This revenge will be avenged!" The warlord with a broken arm, covered in scars, stood among the corpses of the demon clan all over the ground and shouted.

The hatred between the human race and the demon emperor has been around for a long time.

Back then, Zhan Zu was promoted to the emperor realm, and he had the hope of being recognized and becoming the fifth emperor of the demon clan.

If you have this status, it is enough to shelter all human beings and let everyone live a stable life.

Wu Ming strongly objected, claiming that only the Demon Ancestor was qualified to be the emperor.

It brought out the Demon Ancestor, and the other three Demon Emperors were not easy to argue, so the matter came to naught.

Since then, Wu Ming has never been at ease, and wants to put Zhan Zu to death.

From time to time, gather one or two demon emperors to invade the border and fight more and less.

When you arrive at the Emperor Realm, each has its own life-saving hole cards, and it is already difficult to be killed.

In this way, the Fog Immortal continued to severely damage the War Ancestor and wear down its foundation.

Zhan Zu wanted to fight to the death, but he was worried about the human race behind him, so he didn't dare to let go, so he could only be tired of coping.

Every few years, they have to go to war, with one against two, or even one against three, and the new blood is stained every year.

"In my life, I have struggled with a hundred battles, but I have never regretted it."

Despite his injuries, he never backed down.

In the end, Kankan lived to be 1,000 years old and died young.

That was more than 2,000 years ago.

Fortunately, the Fazu taught the technique of Qi Luck Empowerment, and the Zhan Ancestor perfected it in the end, so that the first generation of human emperors could gain the strength of the emperor realm, otherwise, the human race that lost the emperor realm would be in a worrying situation.

The first hatred arose because of this.

Nowadays, most people are not aware of this aggrieved history.

But for thousands of years, the Terran army has been targeting the fog and the underworld, attacking each other and never stopping.

The sea of blood is deep, accumulating.

At this moment, among the soldiers who went on the expedition, many of them were parents, division commanders, and comrades-in-arms...... These important people in their lives all died because of the fog.

Hatred, a constant source of power, is difficult to weaken over a long period of time, but will grow stronger and stronger.

So today, it is not only a battle to expand the territory, but also a battle of revenge.

The soldiers raised their swords and guns and stabbed into the bodies of the demon clan opposite.

Listening to the loud sound of the sky cracking in the distance, they were full of spirit, as if they had also become Emperor Xiao Tart, and their fists crossed the sky and hit the fog Ming hard......

Many demon clans don't have such complicated minds, and for them, it is profitable, so they will be killed.

When the killing was raised, their eyes were red, and a strong bloodthirsty desire came up, and they could hardly control their actions.

The mountain ape lifted a warrior, his arms were forceful, and he tore the man apart with a stabbing thud, and he couldn't wait to raise his head, his mouth open wide, and pour the blood and internal organs that had spilled into his mouth.

Then I remembered that there was no demon pill in the human race.

The mountain ape was extremely disappointed, screamed strangely, and smashed the broken corpse in his hand to the opposite side.

Immediately after it, endless fury and sharp edge......

Hatred soon triumphed over bloodlust and greed.

The Terran army gained the upper hand, advancing step by step, killing the demon clan that stood in the way and retreated.

Some people pressed the formation, and they went straight forward, without any worries.

There was one more emperor realm watching from the other side, but the demon kings were restrained and didn't dare to be too conspicuous, so they could only fight and retreat, resulting in the continuous rout of the formation.

The battle lasted for several days, and the broken flags were lined up to the south, planted on each side in a pool of blood, and it had lasted for more than 700 miles.

Seeing that the Terrans had taken control of a secret realm, the fog finally couldn't stand it anymore and sent a message into the distance:

"Cang Ling, give you a six-grade immortal fruit, go and entangle the human emperor, and then send three demon kings over."

The two figures who were watching the battle in the sky before, the first and fourth emperors of the demon clan, had already left, and they had no intention of interfering at all.

The only thing that can be counted on is the big Jiao, but it has to pay a high price.

In the east, the clouds seemed to be covered with rain, gloomy and gloomy, and when the wind shook lightly, there were patches of rain falling down.

Between the wind and rain, a big Jiao appeared, lazily shaking the python tail, with a leisurely demeanor and no hurry.

"Two."

“…… Come quickly. ”

I don't know if it's distressed or angry, Wu Ming performed another ruthless move, and the fog boiled even more violently, gushing out overwhelmingly.

The field spreads out, trying to trap Xiao Tzu on the other side.

After a while, a figure broke through the fog and retreated outside.

The skin of the Six Realms Refiners is far superior to the treasure armor, and it is difficult for the divine soldiers to enter - at this moment, it is corroded to the point that it is full of holes, the epidermis is completely rotten, and blood flows down one after another.

Xiao Tzu didn't seem to feel pain, grinned, showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and laughed.

"Old thing, your fog domain is getting worse and worse, and it can't create any threat at all."

Mist Ming said coldly: "Then you come in and try." ”

"Heh, then you come out and try it? An ugly monster who hides his head and covers his face. ”

Xiao Tzu said, a mouthful of old phlegm, and spit into the fog in front of him.

As the strongest refiner of the human race, his mental stimulation technique is also extraordinary-three words and two words with his actions, easily arousing the anger of the other party, and the demon emperor who has lived for thousands of years still can't help it.

The fog lifted, the clouds disappeared, and the heavens and the earth were once again in turmoil, shattered by the aftermath of the fierce battle......

Because of the entry of Emperor Cangling, this battle is in the second half after all.

All the way to the south, the Terrans have encroached on more than 800 miles of territory and captured a rich secret realm - and then they will not move forward, as long as they hold on to the results of the battle, and the Human Emperor can accept it.

"I feel more and more that there are indeed ancestors who are blessing."

For two thousand years, the absolute strength of the human race has obviously been at a disadvantage, but it has always been able to attack at the most opportune time, winning more and losing less, and has grown step by step so far.

If it is completely explained by luck, then this splashing fortune is too exaggerated.

"If the ancestor is really secretly taking care of him, then what is he thinking at the moment?"

The Human Emperor walked out of the dragon chariot and faced the surging Emperor Realm Dajiao, still with ethereal thoughts in his heart......

Kitayama.

For a moment, the villagers at the bottom of the mountain felt as if something had changed in their surroundings.

The wind blew quietly, but it seemed to pause for a moment.

In front of the house and behind the house, the dense leaves on the fruit trees also stood still for a moment.

The wind and clouds did not move, and the inexplicable sense of silence pressed silently in my heart.

But it only lasted for a moment.

Then everything went as usual, and the villagers were stunned for a moment, disagreed, and continued to do their own farm work.

And on the top of the mountain, in the depths of the clouds and smoke, a sigh suddenly sounded:

"Within a hundred years?"

"It's finally coming."