Fire Island.

The bright moon rose high, the moonlight sprinkled the ocean, sparkling waves, in the eastern camp of the Fire Island, one by one men sat together, in front of them was a huge altar of blood wine, exuding a spicy atmosphere.

Obviously, it hadn't been long since the blood wine was brewed, and after the sealing mud was removed, the rich spicy smell rushed straight to the nose and throat.

In the center of the circle around the man, there are huge grills, and on the fire racks are sea beasts, or huge sea fish, roasted golden, constantly dripping golden grease, and the rich aroma spreads throughout the camp.

With a big mouthful of blood and wine in the stomach, the fragrant beast meat swallowed into the abdomen, these men who surrounded each other were no longer reserved, grabbed the weapons on the side, slapped the trumpet, and some ghosts cried wolves.

Their faces were red in the light of the flames of the bonfire, and under the light of the flames, the men stood up and jumped around the bonfire.

Oppressed by foreign races, every day is in panic, this kind of day is gone, they have a strong force to protect them, even if they want to take up arms, set foot on the continent to fight with foreign races, but they don't have to worry about their wives and children behind them, because someone is guarding their safety.

How good a day like this.

Once the expectations in the dream became a reality, one by one the men poured blood and wine into their stomachs, their eyes were a little moist unconsciously, at this moment they thought of the dolls in their respective tribes, although because of the conquest, they could not return to the tribe, but the safety of their wives and children is the most stable thing in their hearts.

Mu Que held the wine jar in his hand, lying on his back on a boulder, his eyes were a little blurred, their clan had just returned from the Western Continent, and they had experienced a battle with the demon clan, and they were glad that he survived again.

He most hopes that he can make enough military exploits, let his doll enter the blood pool to cultivate once, he can't do it The bloodline is rigid, his doll is only thirteen years old, the doll is still young, and he has made his own military exploits to ask the elders of the War Merit Palace, maybe he can be accommodating.

He originally lived in the Demon Domain ruled by Bat Bone City, and later merged into the Lower Minsettia Mountain tribe with his scattered tribe.

Seeing that he was strong, the elders of the clan wanted to bring a woman named Caihe to live with him, but he refused, and the baby mother was severely injured by the demon soldiers in the hunt of the demon clan two years ago, and grabbed his arm when he left, asking him to protect the doll.

At that time, he never dreamed that there would be today, the doll was placed in the tribe, there was no need to worry about it all day long, with the old people in the clan to take care of him, he could also kill the demon clan and avenge the baby.

He doesn't dislike Caihe, Caihe is also a poor person, her husband and children are gone, and the Terrans living on this continent are not pitiful, and they can only live better by helping each other, but now he wants to avenge the baby and his mother, and the other is to cultivate the baby well.

Now it's not the same as being exiled in the demon domain before, with the tribe, with the fire temple that shelters them, the hall master also sent people to various tribes to identify talented children for training, but unfortunately his doll is a little old, and he fled all day long in the demon domain with him, and he hurt his body.

Therefore, he needs to be meritorious, and he wants to kill a few more demon clans, so that he can exchange for a chance to enter the blood pool and let the doll receive a blood baptism.

Thinking of this, Mu Que's eyes were foggy, a little stupid, and he fell asleep holding the wine jar.

In the entire battle camp, the men lay on the ground without any scruples, snoring, and dream voices were intertwined, without exception, they were not confused, and the carnival of the clan soldiers who had just returned from the Western Continent was not stopped.

This clan soldier is under the command of Zhenjiang Zhongfu, and it has just retired from the Demon Domain, and it has been five months since the last time they returned to the Flame Sea with four million Terran bloodlines.

In order to train the troops, the palace lord ordered that every other month, all the prefectures under the Zhenjiang should send their own clan soldiers into the Western Continent to conquer with other races, and at the same time attract the human blood who came here.

The demon domain is vast, even if it is occupied by the spirit clan and the ancient clan, there is still a vast coastline and the fire sea area, the only thing that I can't understand is that the human race seems to be slow to react to such a big move, and it does not pour its nest to retaliate.

Today, in the sea area under the rule of the Flame Temple, the number of human bloodlines has exceeded 10 million, and it has turned into more than a hundred tribes of all sizes, scattered on the islands around the Flame Island.

Each of the five major towns and prefectures has recruited more than 100,000 clan soldiers, in addition to a large number of hunting and protecting the law, responsible for patrolling the sea and monitoring the various clans.

The newly arrived Terran blood, beginning to integrate into the rule of the Temple, seemed to be going so well.

......

The Great Hall of Fire.

On this day, the heads of the various prefectures and halls gathered in the main hall.

"I've seen the hall master!"

Qingyang Huan appeared on the main seat out of thin air and motioned for all the hall lords to sit down.

"The Sea Clan, the Demon Clan, the Spirit Clan, the Ancient Clan, and the Bone Clan, what is the difference?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Qingyang Huan asked out loud, it has been almost a year since the attack on the demon domain, and the strange thing is that he did not see the demon clan fight back, and the demon king disappeared, which made him very troubled, and the more he didn't know, the more his heart hung.

"Hall Master, the Sea Clan has not yet seen a new Sea King, but a fierce naval battle broke out between the Sea Hedgehog Clan and the Haitian Clan. ”

The lord of the west mansion of Zhenjiang said loudly, he sat in the west of the sea area, and the one who monitored was the sea tribe, and now with the gathering of more and more human blood, there is no shortage of clan soldiers in the house, although the quality is still a little worrying, it is naturally much stronger than the initial embarrassment.

"Hall Master, the demon clan has never moved, and there is no news of the legend of the demon king, and even the black gravel king has disappeared. ”

"The Spirit Clan and the Gu Clan are integrating the newly occupied territory, and they are not taking the initiative to attack us. ”

"Send more people to step up the exploration of the sea area, as well as the western continent. ”

Qing Yanghuan spoke, his brows couldn't help frowning, in the past few months, he had also quietly gone to the Demon Domain, and he also didn't notice the existence of the Yin Eclipse King's breath, as if the Yin Eclipse King disappeared after returning from the Agarwood Strait.

It's weird.

Without the news of the Demon King, there was some panic within the Demon Clan, which was why the clan soldiers of the Fire Temple attacked the Demon Domain, and the Demon Clan did not react much, and they were even indifferent to the Spirit Clan and others occupying the Demon Land.

But the more this happened, the more suspenseful he felt in his heart.

Although he was worried in his heart, the development of the Flame Sanctuary during this period of time was explosive, and the Terran blood from the Demon Domain greatly alleviated the shortage of soldiers.

Coupled with the addition of these young and strong people, they have been integrated into the originally redundant tribes, so that the strength of each tribe has increased to a certain extent, and the various tribes have become more and more stable.

......

In this way, in an eerie calm, a year passed.

The following year passed again.

......

Three years.

......

Five years.

Six years.

Seven years.

Eight years.

Nine years.

Decade.

For ten years, the entire Western Continent was silent, the demon clan was silent, the spirit clan was silent, and the sea clan was silent.

In the past ten years, Qingyang Huan has traveled to the Western Continent more than once, and even entered the depths of the Xiaomang Desolate Continent, and also fought with two alien kings, and finally retreated, failing to get in touch with the Terran royal tribe in the depths of the continent.

However, he still didn't find any trace of the Demon King, and even the Black Gravel King disappeared without a trace.

In ten years, the Flame Temple turned into a behemoth, conquering the Sea Clan in the west and the mainland in the east.

In the western seas, more than 200,000 sea tribes who destroyed ten sea cities and killed the bloodlines of the sea hedgehog clan and the sea and sky clan, and the rest of the sea tribes were no less than millions.

The warriors in the Eastern Temple fought within five million miles of the Demon Domain, destroyed nine demon cities, and migrated tens of millions of people, but the Yin Eclipse King never appeared, and the demon land that was naturally conquered was given to the Spirit Race, the Ancient Race, in exchange for the migration channel of the human race.

At present, the influence of the Flame Sea has a radius of more than 10 million miles, and the islands actually occupied are centered on the Flame Island, which also has a radius of 1 million miles, and the number of people under its rule exceeds 25 million.

Now under the temple, there is a Zhongpin Hou Department, 11 Lower Pin Hou Ministry, 42 Shangpin tribes, and 73 Zhongpin tribes, which are gathered in the four seas of Xinhuo Island and are under the protection of Zhenjiang Mansion.

Ten years is enough to raise a generation, and the tribes that were forcibly blended together at the beginning are now the fusion of bloodlines, giving birth to dolls, and the tribal clan power is more integrated.

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In the Stone Garden.

Qingyang Huan sat cross-legged under the tree, surrounded by a faint purple and gold divine light, but the divine light was mixed with a wisp of Xuanhuang look, and an illusory small world loomed with the ups and downs of his body.

In ten years, he finally stabilized his realm of the peak of the king's heavens, and he also understood the reason why the king cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, the king's realm was even more vast and boundless, and the resources needed were even more massive, and too much precipitation was needed.

The king is a heavy sky, and the realm is the king of the realm.

This is the realm that belongs to the creation of the king's small world, and it took him ten years to completely control his small world.

"Ah Huan, Ah Huan, I know, I know!"

At this moment, the turtle is not immortal and rushed into the stone garden.

"Didn't you go to the Kali Mountains?"

Seeing the returning turtle immortals, Qingyang Huan's eyes opened and closed, revealing a touch of surprise, for ten years, the turtle immortals have been quietly strengthening the creation of the Great Emperor's tomb, in order to prevent the clans from attacking the fire sea area when the time comes.

Whew, whew!

Gu Buxian gasped, with excitement in his eyes, and yelled, "Ah... Ah Huan, I ran back directly from the Jiali Mountain Range, and I was chased by the Spirit Clan warriors!"

"What's going on?"

Looking at the excited turtle immortals, Qingyang Huan's eyes also showed curiosity.

"Ah Huan, I... I know where the Demon King has gone!"

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