Xinhuo Island.
The bright moon is rising high, and the moonlight is shining on the ocean, creating sparkling waves.
In the Eastern War Camp on Xinhuo Island, men are sitting cross-legged together.
In front of them is a huge jar of blood wine, exuding a spicy smell.
It was obvious that these blood wines had just been brewed not long ago.
After patting off the sealing mud, a rich and spicy smell filled the nose and throat.
In the center of the circle surrounded by men, there were huge grills.
On the fire grills were sea beasts or huge sea fish.
They were roasted to a golden color, with golden fat dripping down continuously.
The rich aroma spread throughout the entire war camp. .
As a large mouthful of blood wine entered the stomach, and the fragrant animal meat was swallowed, the men surrounding them lost their restraint.
They grabbed the weapons on the side and beat the trumpets.
Some people started to cry like ghosts and howls like wolves.
Their faces were flushed by the flames of the bonfire.
Under the blazing flames, these men stood up and jumped around the bonfire.
Oppressed by foreigners, they were in panic every day.
These days disappeared.
They had powerful forces to protect them.
Even if they wanted to take up arms and set foot on the mainland to fight with foreigners, they did not have to worry about their wives and children behind them. , because someone is guarding their safety.
What a wonderful day like this.
The expectations in their dreams became a reality.
The men poured blood and wine into their stomachs, and their eyes became wet unconsciously.
At this moment, they thought of the children in their respective tribes.
Although they could not return due to the conquest.
In the tribe, the safety of their wives and children is the most secure thing in their hearts.
Muque held the wine jar in his hand and lay on his back on a boulder, his eyes a little blurry.
Their clan soldiers had just returned from the Western Continent and experienced a fight with the demon clan.
Fortunately, he survived again.
What he hopes most is that he can achieve enough military exploits and let his baby enter the blood pool to practice once.
He has failed and his blood has become rigid.
His baby is only thirteen years old and is still young.
After he has achieved military exploits, he will go to the War Merit Hall to seek help.
Elder, maybe you can be accommodating.
He originally lived in the demon realm ruled by Bat Bone City, and later integrated into the lower-grade Hongshan tribe with his scattered tribe.
Seeing that he was strong, the elders of the tribe wanted to bring a woman named Caihe to live with him, but he refused.
His mother was severely injured by the demon soldiers during the hunt of the demon tribe two years ago.
As she walked away, she grabbed his arm and asked him to protect the doll.
At that time, he never dreamed that today, the baby would be placed in the tribe, and he would not have to worry about it all day long.
With the elders of the tribe taking care of him, he would be able to kill the demon clan to avenge the baby's mother.
It’s not that he dislikes Caihe, Caihe is also a pathetic person.
Her husband and children are gone.
Who among the human descendants living on this continent is not a pathetic person.
Only by helping each other can they live better.
But now, firstly, he wants to avenge the baby's mother, and secondly, he wants to train the baby well.
Now it is no longer the same as the exile in the Demon Realm before.
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There are tribes and the Fire Temple to protect them.
The Lord of the Palace also sends people to various tribes to identify talented children for training.
Unfortunately, his own baby He is a bit old, and following him on the run in the Demon Realm all day long, he has injured his body.
Therefore, he needs military exploits and kills a few more monsters, so that he can get a chance to enter the blood pool and let the baby receive the baptism of blood.
Thinking of this, Mique's eyes were blurred and he was a little crazy.
He hugged the wine jar and fell asleep.
In the entire war camp, men lay on the ground without any scruples, snoring and talking in their sleep.
Without exception, they were no longer confused.
Yangji Lei did not stop the carnival of the clan soldiers who had just returned from the Western Continent. .
This clan soldier is under the command of the Zhenjiang Zhongfu and has just retreated from the Demon Realm.
It has been five months since the last time they guarded the four million human blood descendants and returned to the Sea of Xinhuo.
In order to train the troops, the master of the palace ordered that every one month, all the governments in Zhenjiang would send their own clan soldiers into the Western Continent to conduct conquests with the foreign races, and at the same time, attract the descendants of the human race who came.
The Demon Territory is vast.
Even though part of it is occupied by the Spirit Tribe and the Ancient Tribe, there is still a vast coastline connected to the Xinhuo Sea.
The only thing I don’t understand is that the Demon Tribe seems to be slow to react to such a big move by the Human Race and does not fully respond.
Come for revenge.
Nowadays, in the sea area under the rule of Xinhuo Temple, the number of human blood descendants has exceeded tens of millions, and has transformed into more than a hundred large and small tribes, distributed on the islands around Xinhuo Island.
Each of the five major towns has recruited more than 100,000 clan soldiers.
In addition, there are also a large number of hunter-gathering guardians who are responsible for patrolling the sea areas and monitoring various clans.
The newly arrived human blood descendants began to integrate into the rule of the temple, and everything seemed to be going so smoothly.
Xinhuo Hall.
On this day, the heads of various governments and palaces gathered in the main hall.
"Meet the Palace Master" Qingyang Huan appeared on the main seat out of thin air and motioned for the palace masters to sit down.
"Hai Clan, Monster Clan, Spirit Clan, Ancient Clan, Bone Clan, are there any changes?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Qingyang Huan asked.
It has been almost a year since the attack on the Demon Realm.
The strange thing is that the Demon Clan has not counterattacked, and the Demon King has disappeared.
This makes He was troubled, and the more he didn't know, the more worried he was.
"Palace Master, there is no new Sea King from the Hai Clan, but a fierce naval battle broke out between the Hai Xie Clan and the Hai Tian Clan."
Qiu He, the leader of Zhenjiang West Mansion, spoke out.
He was stationed in the west of the sea area, and what he was monitoring was the Sea Clan.
Now, with more and more human blood descendants gathering, there is no longer a shortage of clan soldiers in the mansion.
Although the quality is still a bit worrying, it is naturally better than the last The initial embarrassment was much stronger.
"Palace Master, there has been no movement from the demon clan.
There is no news about the legendary demon king.
Even the black gravel king has disappeared."
"The Spirit Tribe and the Ancient Tribe are integrating the newly occupied territories and have not taken the initiative to attack us."
"Send more manpower to step up the investigation of the sea area and the Western Continent."
Qingyang Huan spoke out and frowned.
In the past few months, he had also quietly gone to the Demon Realm.
He also did not notice the presence of the Yin Eclipse King.
It seemed that the Yin Eclipse King had disappeared after returning from the Chenxiang Strait. .
This is really weird.
Without the news of the demon king, the demon clan is also a little panicked.
This is why the demon clan did not react much when the soldiers of the Xinhuo Temple attacked the demon territory.
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They were even indifferent to the spirit clan and others occupying the demon territory.
But the more this happened, the more uneasy he felt in his heart.
Although worried, the development of the Xinhuo Temple during this period has shown an explosion.
The human blood descendants from the Demon Realm have greatly alleviated the shortage of soldiers.
Coupled with the addition of these young men and their integration into the originally heavy tribes, the strength of each tribe has increased to a certain extent, and each tribe has become more stable.
In this way, a year passed in an eerie calm.
The next year passed again.
Three years.
Five years.
Six years.
Seven years.
Eight years.
Nine years.
ten years.
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 went to the Western Continent more than once, and even entered the depths of the Xiaomanghuang Continent, and fought against two foreign kings.
In the end, he retreated, unable to fight against the human kings deep in the continent.
Get in touch.
However, he still found no trace of the Demon King, and even the Black Gravel King disappeared without a trace.
In ten years, the Xinhuo Temple was transformed into a behemoth, conquering the Sea Clan in the west and the mainland in the east.
In the western sea area, ten sea cities were destroyed, and more than 200,000 sea people of the Hai Xie and Hai Tian clan were killed, and the remaining sea people numbered no less than millions.
The warriors in the Eastern Temple fought within five million miles of the Demon Realm, destroyed nine demon cities, and migrated tens of millions of people.
The Yin Eclipse King never appeared, and naturally all the demon lands they conquered were given to the Spirit Clan. , the ancient tribe, in exchange for the migration path of the human race.
Nowadays, the Xinhuo Sea Area's influence extends over tens of millions of miles of sea.
The islands it actually occupies, centered on Xinhuo Island, have a radius of one million miles, and the number of people under its control exceeds 25 million.
Now under the temple, there are one middle-grade tribe, eleven lower-grade tribes, forty-two upper-grade tribes, and seventy-three middle-grade tribes, gathered in the four seas of Xinhuo Island, attached to Zhenjiang Mansion.
Under shelter.
Ten years is enough to raise a generation.
The tribes that were forcibly blended together at the beginning have now been born one after another through the fusion of blood, and the tribal strength has become more integrated.
In the stone garden.
Qingyang Huan sat cross-legged under the tree, surrounded by a faint purple-gold divine light, but the divine light was mixed with a hint of black and yellow.
A small illusory world rose and fell looming with his body.
In ten years, he finally stabilized his realm at the peak of the first level of the King.
He also understood the reason why the King often practiced for hundreds or thousands of years.
The realm of the King was even more vast and boundless, requiring even more resources and too many resources. precipitation.
The king is in the first level of heaven, the realm of the king.
This is the realm that belongs to the creation of the king's small world.
It took him ten years to fully control his own small world.
"Ah Huan, Ah Huan, I know, I know" At this moment, Gu Buxian rushed into the stone garden with great enthusiasm.
"Didn't you go to the Galli Mountains?"
Seeing the returning Gui Buxian, Qingyang Huan opened and closed his eyes, revealing a hint of surprise.
For ten years, Gui Buxian had been quietly reinforcing the creation of the Great Emperor's Tomb, in order to prevent other tribes from attacking the Xinhuo Sea Area. backhand.
Huhuhu Gui Buxian gasped for breath, with excitement in his eyes, and shouted: "Ah Huan, I ran back directly from the Jia Li Mountains, and I was chased by the spirit warriors."
"What happened" Looking at the excited Gui Buxian, Qingyang Huan also showed curiosity in his eyes.
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