During this period of time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was busy arranging the formation of the Fusang Flower Island Domain, or the people who trained the Ninety-ninth Battle Regiment, and he had never been to the Fusang Flower Island Domain at all.

The so-called day is like three autumns, and they feel that they and Yuwen Zhouyuan haven't seen each other for a long, long time.

"Brother Zhouyuan......" Nangong Dai screamed, with a hint of surprise in her voice, Bai Suya was still so quiet, she didn't like to fight with others, she didn't call Yuwen Zhouyuan, but there was a strong love in her eyes.

"Dai'er, Su Ya......" Yuwen Zhouyuan also shouted, and his figure flashed in front of the two of them, opening his arms.

Nangong Dai stepped forward and threw herself into Yuwen Zhouyuan's arms, pressed her head tightly to Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest, closed her eyes slightly, and felt the warmth, Bai Suya was just about to take a step, but after hesitating, she still retracted her steps, it was not that she didn't miss Yuwen Zhouyuan, but she didn't want to fight with others.

Seeing Bai Suya's actions, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a step forward with Nangong Dai in his arms, and then stretched out his other arm to hold Bai Suya, who was as tender as water in his eyes.

Smelling the fragrance in the hair of the two women, he sighed in his heart, life is nothing more than this, hugging left and right, enjoying the blessings of all people.

Fortunately, there are only two people, if there are a few more people, Yuwen Zhouyuan will not be able to accommodate him in his arms.

The love was naturally strong in the depths, and after hugging the two girls tightly for a while, Yuwen Zhouyuan disappeared directly with the two of them and appeared in the room in the pavilion.

In the Fusang Flower Island area, upstream of the gurgling stream, Yang Liuqing, who was wearing a plain white dress, sighed slightly after seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan and the two girls disappear, and there was a hint of complexity in her eyes.

The clouds and temples are shaking and the face is golden, the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night, the Fusang flowers outside are all written, and in the pavilion, in the room of Yuwen Zhouyuan, the spring is strong, so that the three of them are lost in the paradise of joy.

After some clouds and rain, the two girls gasped slightly, pillowed on Yuwen Zhouyuan's arm, and showed a trace of shyness on their blushing faces, as well as a charm as delicate as flowers.

After a while, the two women closed their eyes and quietly fell asleep, with a faint smile on their faces, as if they were having some good dreams, Yuwen Zhouyuan really wanted this moment to be forever, but at this time, he felt that those people in the Ninety-ninth War Regiment were already standing on the hanging island.

The masters of the Ninety-ninth Battle Group quietly looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan's energy body one by one, and around them were the corpses of their own teammates, or a certain part of their bodies, and a heavy aura rippled on this small island.

Yuwen Zhouyuan gently pulled out his arm from under the heads of the two women, and then covered the two women with a light silk quilt, kissed the lips of the two women, and the whole person disappeared.

On the hanging island, Yuwen Zhouyuan's true body and the body condensed by divine thoughts merged, and the people of the Ninety-ninth War Group did not notice this scene.

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the dense corpses on the island, his heart was very heavy, these corpses, not only those of the Ninety-ninth War Group, but also those of other War Groups, he looked at about six thousand corpses.

"They are all sacrificed for the whole human race, and if we meet their descendants in the future, we will all take care of them. Yuwen Juyuan looked at everyone and said.

Everyone nodded heavily.

Suddenly, a faint aura emanated from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, and his body was as gentle as a piece of feathers, slowly rising into the air and flying to the center of the island.

Yuwen Zhouyuan stood in the void, the light flashed in his eyes, the essence was shining, the terrifying qi burst out, his hands stretched out, and he continued to stroke in the void, and the aura of heaven and earth gathered, using the aura as ink, and outlined round runes in the void, these runes looked extremely mysterious, containing a strange aura that was very different from the previous runes.

A rune was condensed, and it was driven into the land of the hanging island, and the speed of the rune outline was extremely fast, and one rune after another was constantly outlined, and it took four hours to outline more than 6,000 runes after entering the land.

Finally Yuwen Juyuan stopped, and he set his eyes on the corpses beside the people of the Ninety-ninth Battle Regiment.

"They need a place to rest. Yuwen Zhouyuan said lightly, with a feeling of mourning.

After Yuwen Zhouyuan said a word, the invisible spiritual power in his hands shot out, and the surging energy flow in this space rolled, gathered over, and condensed into lines of energy, and the ten thousand energy seemed to be countless rays, bursting out in all directions.

These lines of energy rolled up the corpses of those Terrans near the people of the Ninety-ninth War Regiment, and all of them were pulled over, and one by one the corpses were pulled and flew into the air, the picture was extremely shocking, giving people a great sense of surprise.

When all these corpses of the human race gathered in the sky above Yuwen Zhouyuan, the light in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes burst out, and he pulled his hands and stroked slightly, drawing several mysterious trajectories, as if they were traces of the Great Dao.

The corpses of these human beings flew rhythmically in the void, as if countless weapons had been controlled by Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Countless corpses looked like a sea of corpses, forming a whirlpool, and from a distance, it seemed like countless black tadpoles were swimming freely with the void as a small river.

After a few weeks of spinning, Yuwen Zhouyuan's hands swiped in the void, and the invisible light in the circle spread out, like ripples of water, with a strange rhythm.

The corpses of the strong men killed in the Terran battle, one by one, fell like rain, and all fell into the most central area of the hanging island, if you look closely, you will find that they all entered the circular rune, as if they were trapped by the circular rune.

These runes are arranged in an extremely regular manner, and each rune forms a large pattern, like a huge rune.

These runes are connected by energy threads, as if they are transmitting and exchanging energy, some kind of heaven and earth rules are hooked, and subtle forces are transmitted down from the depths of the void, connected to the runes, and all the runes are connected into one, which is a terrible general trend, which is shocking.

The corpses of all the strong men who had died in battle had entered the land, and there was no difference visible on the surface.

After doing all this, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes condensed, and with his right hand, a surging energy rolled in, like a river of nine songs, and like a mighty river.

These energies condensed and intertwined, forming a huge tombstone about nine zhang high, this tombstone stands in the center of the Void Island, if you look closely, you will find that the tombstone is still a foot away from the ground, and countless invisible energy threads emanate from the energy-condensed tombstone, connected with those runes.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's hands swiped slightly, and one by one the small and extremely simple runes were outlined, and all of them flew to the tombstone, and these small runes formed two quaint big characters - Requiem.

These two words are extremely ancient words, ordinary people do not know them at all, and with these two words, the tombstone seems to have more souls, with a kind of agility.

When these two words were fully formed, the light dimmed and hidden, as if they did not exist at all.

Seeing that the general trend had been achieved, Yuwen Zhou Yuanfei retreated, and his eyes showed a different look.

"Kai. Under the gaze of the people of the Ninety-ninth Battle Regiment, Yuwen Zhouyuan let out a loud shout, and his hands kept punching out, one by one.

A huge energy light shield was formed, enveloping this piece of heaven and earth, leaving a three-zhang high light gate due south.

The surging energy surged, condensed into two pillars at the light gate, and condensed into a plaque at the top, and Yuwen Zhouyuan wrote in the void with his hand as a pen.

The two sentences "The strong of the human race are immortal, and the immortal heroic souls are eternal" are written on two pillars, and the top plaque reads: Tomb of the Dead.

Such a big project consumes a lot of energy, but it is all worth it, it is a kind of mourning for the strong people of the human race who died in battle.

Yuwen Zhouyuan, who was standing quietly in the void, looked at the tomb that had just been created, and a kind of sadness rose in his heart, the real war has not yet completely come, and so many strong people have died, it is really cruel!

This is a great world, a great world where geniuses are constantly emerging, with the advent of the golden age, although the speed of the monk's cultivation has increased a lot, but it is also followed by blood and killing, the cultivation world is no longer peaceful, and a large number of masters have died, just like the rules of heaven and earth are selecting more powerful people among all living beings.

Putting away his complicated thoughts, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a step forward and walked in, ten zhang away from the light door of the tomb, stopped, and with the hook of his divine thoughts, the energy in the sky rolled up, and a lot of soil also poured over, and the energy and soil condensed into a stone plaque.

This stone tablet is about three zhang high, as high as the light gate, about four zhang wide, rectangular, the base is not very high, but only three feet.

Yuwen Zhouyuan pointed like a knife, constantly writing and painting on it, each word was like a silver hook and iron stroke, with an inexplicable qi, containing a trace of Taoism, if it was an illiterate person to see, he would definitely think that it was a small figure practicing this exquisite martial arts.

He wrote the time of this battle, as well as the general history, this is to let future generations remember them forever, and when the last pen was written, Yuwen Zhouyuan flashed in front of everyone in the 99th Battle Group.

"Only some of the Terran powerhouses who died after this battle are buried, and I hope that everyone can remember them forever, they are immortal and eternal, because their spirit lives on. Yuwen Zhouyuan swept his gaze and looked at everyone and said.

After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, everyone's hearts were extremely heavy, and the blood in their bodies was rolling, which was boiling blood, with infinite battle intent.

After saying this, Yuwen Zhouyuan floated down, stepped on the solid ground, turned around and bowed deeply to the tomb.

Seeing Yuwen Joowon's appearance, everyone bent down and bowed. They are the benefactors of the human race, for the safety of the entire human race, they shed their blood, are not afraid of death, and pay with their lives.

At this time, a sound of breaking the air came, and a figure wearing battle armor appeared not far from Yuwen Zhouyuan, this figure was Li Jiangshan of the sixty-fourth battle group.