Zeshan.

Ji Hong calmly looked at the direction of the Sky Dome Stream, his face expressionless.

Xiangliu hovered over the mountain, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Or rather, a little lucky.

Glad the madman chose the golden eagle instead of himself.

"Heh, no matter what the price of this battle is, the Terrans have finally lost an old man of Moge forever."

"This kind of peak master, the human race is far lower than the demon domain."

"No loss."

Ji Hong suddenly opened his mouth and said with a light smile.

"There is also the Pantheist Sect, which has smashed things several times, and even used my demon domain as a gun."

"It's time to teach them a lesson, too."

Ji Hong continued.

"You can do this, for the next period of time, I need to sleep."

"Zeshan's big and small affairs, you can handle it."

Xiang Liu's voice was low, and the nine snake heads slowly closed their eyes.

It's like snakes hibernating.

Ji Hong shook his head with a smile, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the deep mountains.

It's just that at the moment of turning around, his face turned a little pale, his body shook slightly, and he clenched his fists.

Soon nature was back to life.

……

The demon town is closed.

Silence.

Zhong Yushu got up slowly, stared at the demon domain in the distance, took a deep breath, his eyes were bloodshot: "Nine Jue forbears the mountains and forests, and Eight Jue presides over the situation..."

"Heh..."

"Sad times."

Turning around and looking at a somewhat sad warrior, Zhong Yushu shouted, "What are you doing? ”

"Give Lao Tzu a laugh!"

"In this battle, our human race has won a great victory!"

"Ten elders of the ink pavilion, destroy the demon beasts of the three mountains, cut off the lord of a mountain, attack the heavenly dome stream, shatter a corner of the core of the demon domain, and punish the ninth-level dragon."

"This is a rare good news for our human race in the past ten years!"

"What are you crying about!"

Zhong Yushu's voice continued to echo on the city wall.

Sun Yingying, who was standing on the other side, looked at Zhong Yushu's figure and let out a light sigh.

Maybe...

This is the sorrow of the front-line generals.

Taking a step forward, stepping out of the city wall, floating in the void, his eyes looked directly at the deepest part of the demon domain, and he suddenly spoke, and the energy surged, and the sound spread for thousands of miles.

"In this battle, the demon clan does not abide by the convention."

"All the consequences, bear the consequences."

"Within two years, there will be a complete truce, and we will not be able to attack our human race."

"Otherwise..."

"Today's scene is just the beginning!"

In the demon domain, roars sounded, and the voices were angry and irritable.

Looking directly into the heavenly dome, a calm voice was heard.

"One year."

The voice fell, and the demon domain was silent.

"Good!"

Sun Yingying did not hesitate: "Within a year, your demon clan must not come close to my human race within four passes and ten miles." ”

"Otherwise... The fish is dead and the net is broken! ”

With that, he turned and left.

The advantages of this negotiation ... It was a Terran forerunner who traded his life for it...

This time, the Terrans suffered heavy losses, and without this year's time to breathe, if they continue to fight at high intensity, they will inevitably be defeated.

Terran... It takes too much time.

A war caused by Pantheism and finally intensified, came to an end.

Of course, at least it seems... The Terrans won.

The Demon Suppression Pass rarely regained its calm, cleaned the battlefield, and collected the countless corpses of demon beasts.

With these resources, the human race may be able to rise some excellent juniors in the next year.

Day after day, year after year.

dragged on year after year.

Before you know it...

149 years have passed.

The next day, the whole country mourned.

All the cities of the Terrans, as far as they see on the streets, are white.

Mourn the ten elders of Moge, Wan Bo.

It is also to mourn the retrograde who died on the Demon Town Pass.

In this war, the number of reserve registrations surged.

And the city of Ink...

At the deepest point, there is a low mountain.

Sun Yingying climbed the mountain alone.

At the top of the hill, a very ordinary little house.

"The temple of the human race, everyone yearns for it."

"But did they know..."

"This so-called temple is such a scene in front of you."

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Organize your attire.

Scrupulous.

Finally, gently push the door open.

The room was simple and there was not a trace of dust.

Empty room...

On the wall, there was a wooden sign with a person's name written on it.

Carrying a few new signs in his hand, he carefully hung them on the wall, filling in the blanks.

Eventually, erase a number from the corner.

Added again.

In 149 years, more than 10 million people died on the battlefield.

The numbers are staggering.

With a solemn expression, he bowed to the wall and bowed.

"The Terran Xiongguan has not been broken."

"The mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon are still there."

"Everyone..."

"Rest in peace."

Whispered, turned away.

It's just that looking at the back, it's a little lonely, depressed, and even... Helpless.

But the moment he opened the door, his back straightened again.

Inside the house, he was the descendants of the human race and mourned the sages.

Outside the house, he is the backbone of the human race, standing up to the sky and the earth.

"This year, the College Freshman Competition."

"Champion Academy, resources are tilted."

"Champion student, the blood of the divine beast is infused with body, and it is an awakened demon core that perfectly fits itself."

"Hmm..."

"You can take the path of the pioneers to practice your heart."

Sun Yingying thought about it and said, hearing the last one, as a secretary, a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man who had always been rigorous, but in the end he didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Turned around and hurried away.

Sun Yingying turned around, looked at the ordinary brick house, and sighed lightly: "After all, one day, I will also come." ”

Walking on the path that leads to the bottom of the mountain, it gradually fades away.

……

Ink Academy.

"What time is it?"

Xu Yuanqing yawned and staggered to the freshman dormitory area, listless, with obvious dark circles in his eyes.

Picked a random room door and kicked it open, asking.

In the room, Sun Wen was covered in bandages, twisted his neck with some effort, and looked at the door: "What do you think... I know? ”

"Tsk, like a silkworm chrysalis."

Xu Yuanqing was in good spirits at once, walked in with a smile, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently tapped the plaster on Sun Wen's leg: "Yo, the plaster has been beaten." ”

"What should you do when you go to the toilet?"

"It's not going to be the old aunt who is in charge of the dormitory..."

Xu Yuanqing looked out of the door mysteriously, and made sure that no one had heard it, so he said with a smile on his face.

Sun Wen's face darkened: "Get out!" ”

"Tell me about it."

"You can't pee in your pants."

"It's wet."

Xu Yuanqing didn't give up, he still asked persistently, and just when Sun Wen was thunderous, his expression was correct: "If you guess correctly, this time..."

"I've earned a lot of credits."