The footage continues.

Seeing that the four passes have begun to see their scale, the attacks of the demon clan are becoming more and more frequent.

Even they followed the example of the Terrans and began to form their own forces.

Since then, it has been called the human domain and the demon domain respectively.

The deepest part of the Demon Domain is the Heavenly Dome Stream, and its status is equivalent to that of the Terran Ink Pavilion.

At the same time, divide the twelve mountains and three tribes of the demon domain to dominate the demons, and want to destroy the human race in one fell swoop before it really becomes a big problem.

And the real general attack started from within the Sky Dome Stream, where a black dragon rose into the sky and let out a deafening dragon roar.

This dragon chant is constantly reverberating from the Demon Domain.

"Today, I am the Black Dragon."

"Into the gods."

"You can call it a demon god."

With this voice, the supremacy of the Heavenly Dome Stream was secured.

"A group of human slaves, dare to rebel against God?"

"It's just captive blood."

On this day, the demon clan launched a general attack as if it was crazy.

Also on this day.

In the central area of the human race, Yu Yongyan stepped into the air, exited the customs, and entered the demon domain.

Standing above the Sky Dome Stream, fight the black dragon.

World War I collapsed.

The sky is in shambles.

Yu Yongyan was alone, slaughtering the three clans, beheading the five eighth-level demon lords and the ninth-level demon god black dragon.

In the end, the dragon demon core was sent to the human race through the air.

He stands proudly above the heavenly dome stream.

It wasn't until three days later that the people of the Demon Domain confirmed his death.

A month later, he dared to destroy his body.

A well-prepared general offensive was defeated.

That is, at the moment when Yu Yongyan died, all the ancestors of the human race, the powerful ones, all disappeared.

Hidden in the mortal world of the human race.

Until the demon clan launched a second general attack.

The three middle-aged men joined forces to enter the demon domain, setting off countless bloody storms, forcing back the demon army and signing a treaty.

In the future, those who attack the Terrans every year will only be limited to the power of the two mountains.

Jiujue is not allowed to go out of the mountain.

If there is a violation, the fish will die and the net will be broken.

Since then, in exchange for nearly twenty years of respite for the Terrans.

One city after another was rebuilt.

Colleges and universities cultivate the future of the human race.

Until a generation of ancestors gradually grew old, the old diseases accumulated day by day, and there was no longer the strength to fight.

At the end of his life, he quietly stepped into the demon realm.

In the end, there was only a roar.

But on the other hand, the second generation has not yet grown up completely, and the first generation has retired because of serious injuries.

There is a vacancy in the high-level power of the Terrans.

The screen pauses.

By this time, the mountain was more than halfway through.

The rest of my life was a little tired, and my head was slightly dizzy under the stimulation of energy.

I don't know if it's because of my body or because of that picture, my breathing has become a little heavy.

Slightly distracted, looking at the dense fog that filled the mountain, it was silent.

I wanted to let out a shout, but in the end I was silent.

The road is still there.

After all, it is over.

The demon clan soon sensed the dilemma faced by the human race, and tried to tear up the contract, and the three mountains gathered, and the pressure on the demon control increased sharply.

But... There was no one left to fight.

In order to prevent this from being a trap from the human race, the demon race observed it for a whole year.

Eventually, make up your mind.

Millions of demon clans gathered and gathered under the demon control pass.

It was on this day that the second generation of the human race walked out of a Li Mocheng.

As the hope of the new generation of the human race, he could have taken a more secure path, Jiujue, and even... Hopefully, ten senses.

In the ink pavilion, a high-ranking celebrity clan resisted and asked Li Mocheng to stay.

They can stop the demon town.

But...

Li Mocheng finally took out the treasured black dragon demon core.

Forced breakthrough, awakening.

Nine awakenings.

Divine Beast Demon Core.

Behind him, there was a very quaint long sword, and after nine awakenings, the long sword was as black as ink.

Looking at the crowd and chuckling...

"The strong are shrinking behind others..."

"That's not the rules of the Ink Pavilion."

"It's not a Terran rule."

"The strong always have to be at the forefront."

"Heh... This is what Uncle Yu taught me. ”

With a chuckle, Li Mocheng held a three-foot sword blade and walked out of the Demon Suppression Pass.

One person...

Face the million-strong army.

Behind him is the blood-stained city gate, and the lights of thousands of homes waiting to be rebuilt.

There is no grandiose spectacle.

Only Li Mocheng issued an iron order as the second cabinet master of the Mo Pavilion.

"I'm not dead, and no one is allowed to leave the customs."

As far as the eye can see, they are all demon beasts.

The sword blade passed, and the blood was thickened.

Millions of demon beasts, from in front of him, did not advance an inch.

The corpses of the people who were killed were all over the place, and the blood flowed like a river.

The bloody breath has not dissipated for half a year.

In the end, the Demon Domain retreated.

Li Mocheng stood outside the pass, looking at the heavenly dome: "Dare to tear up the contract again and slaughter the entire clan of your demon domain!" ”

The sound was incessant.

In the end, Li Mocheng stood in front of the pass with a sword in one hand, his eyes glaring angrily, motionless.

A celebrity-friendly person went down.

Silent transporting corpses.

The dead have passed away, and those who are alive must continue to carry the burden forward.

The corpses of these demon beasts will cultivate generations of outstanding young people in the future.

And so on and on.

"If you give Pavilion Master Li a few more years..."

"He... He's still young..."

A celebrity soldier stared at Li Mocheng's body, his eyes moist.

But it's all just ifs.

"Don't move."

"Pavilion Master Li said before his death..."

"Leave his body here, but the town can be closed for five years..."

Seeing that the soldiers wanted to help Li Mocheng's body back, an old man sighed and said.

His eyes were full of unbearability and guilt.

If... If these old guys can be stronger and live a little longer, maybe... Everything will be different.

The carcasses were cleaned up.

Only Li Mocheng was the only one standing at the city gate with his eyes open.

Let the wind and rain blow, and remain motionless.

Even after a year, there was no sign of decompose.

It's like you're alive.

For five years, the demon clan did not dare to take another step closer to the Demon Control Pass, even if they knew that there might be a problem in it, but they did not dare to bet.

Once the bet is lost, the demon domain will inevitably lose a lot.

The Terrans need time to develop, and the same is true for the Demon Domain.

Even with the death of Ying Long, who had just ascended to the overlordship, the internal contradictions in the Demon Domain were even greater.

There is a constant struggle for power within the Sky Dome Stream.

For a while, no one wanted to use their own power to take the lead in testing the human race.

Pay for one's whistle.

It also gave the Terrans five years of respite.

Development is becoming more and more prosperous.

Cities were established one after another, and a series of departments such as the Dark Pavilion, the Reserve, the Bounty Hall, the Education Department, etc., were added to the Ink Pavilion, which operated the Terran in an orderly manner.

Prosperity.

With internal stability, a series of criminal incidents are also quietly born.

Perhaps, this is the root of human nature.