Seven days, just seven days, the corpse clan invaded most of the cities east of the human realm, turning these places into hell, but anyone who has been bitten by the corpse clan will be invaded by the corpse poison, and finally become the same kind.

If the entire corpse clan wants to say that the cultivation is the highest person, there are only dragons, and the rest are zombies who have lost their minds, but the terrible thing about this race is the cohesion of these zombies.

Zombies have no reason and no mind, they only obey the orders of the Gu caster, as long as the Gu caster's control continues, they will follow the will of the controller to launch a fierce attack towards a concentrated point.

In addition, zombies have no perception and will not feel pain, even if they have broken hands and feet, even if they crawl, they will kill the target.

Although the Terran monks have spiritual power and can shake the water and soil, they should also be tired in the face of the corpse clan with such a large spreading power.

If a Terran monk is invaded by corpse poison and becomes a zombie, this will be a huge bad news for the Terran, the monk's physique is much stronger than ordinary people, and the words of high-level monks are incomparable.

Even if you can successfully cast Gu to make the monks above the Xiaotian Realm become zombies, you can block ten at a time.

Such a big chaos broke out in the human world, and the Yellow Emperor ordered tens of millions of soldiers from all sides to suppress it, but within a few days, there was a battle report from the rear, and the people of the demon clan poured out in large numbers from the mountains of the Ten Realms and went straight to the human world.

Now there is turmoil before and after, the two races are attacking, and the human world is overwhelmed.

By the end of a month, the Terran had reached the point where all the people were soldiers, and they had become a pot of porridge, and the entire Terran continent was full of black smoke, and even the sky was dark.

The immortal realm can't sit idly by and send millions of immortal soldiers to the lower realm to help the human race break the enemy.

The imperial capital of the human world, General Cheng's mansion.

"Yue Ming, you stop for me!" Cheng Xin'er ran to the door of the mansion and shouted loudly.

I saw that Fu Yueming was wearing heavy armor and a long sword at his waist, and he was about to set off.

"Xin'er!" Fu Yueming turned around and looked at her helplessly.

"Do you still want to abandon me?" Cheng Xin'er's eyes were red, she looked at him and said resentfully, her two thin hands were exposed.

"Why did I abandon you and go, now that the Five Realms are in chaos, I, as a member of the Immortal Clan, must go. Fu Yueming said.

"It's been nine years... You said that to me last time, but you've been gone for nine years! I don't dare to think about it!" Cheng Xin'er held on to the door and said painfully.

"Xin'er, why are you doing this?" Fu Yueming hurriedly stepped forward to hold her, only to see her constantly rubbing her head with one hand, and her face was also very bad.

"Nine years is hard enough, and if you don't come back, I don't know how to live. Cheng Xin'er looked at him sadly and said, tears from the corners of her eyes kept slipping.

Fu Yueming wiped away his tears, took them into his arms, and hugged them tightly.

Suddenly, a white light fell from the sky, and it was blinding.

With this light, it was Fu Yueming's mother, the twilight god of the immortal clan.

"Kids. Twilight looked at Fu Yueming, and then at Cheng Xin'er in his arms, a little melancholy.

She knew what was going on, but she was hindered by Emperor Zhaoyun, who didn't let her take him back to the fairy world, but let him grow up on his own.

Now the Five Realms scuffle, I don't know how long it will last, looking at Cheng Xin'er in Fu Yueming's arms, the mortal body, unable to cultivate, if this battle lasts for tens of thousands of years, I'm afraid...

Thinking about this, the twilight god had to sigh.