My Virtual Kingdom of God

In the days that followed, two words were enough to describe the entire flood.

crazy!

The Yaozu lost three holy masters, and broke out into extreme madness.

This time, the Yaozu didn't just send some little monsters to harass the human city, but attacked on a large scale.

Especially the monster race above the transformation stage, frantically attacking human monks.

They are either attacking the fairy gates of the human race, or attacking the aristocratic family.

And Shendu, as the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, fell completely.

Countless people were displaced.

It's strange to say that these monster races don't kill ordinary people, but focus on killing the strong people of the human race.

Forced to helplessness, all the immortal sects fought back one after another.

All Nascent Soul cultivators participated.

In the end, the battle involved Jindan monks.

Along the coast of Dongzhou, the original Luoshui County was crushed and sunk.

The entire Golden Turtle Island was sunk.

Yuzhou's corpses are strewn all over the field, and a hundred ghosts go on a daily basis.

This battle lasted for three full years.

For three years, Nascent Soul cultivators fought almost every day.

Even though Nascent Soul cultivators live over a thousand years and have strong mana, their opponents are no weaker than them, and even these monster races are more united.

The human monks were already attacked by surprise, and everyone was fighting on their own.

Although there are more Nascent Soul monks in the human race than in the monster race, the battle damage ratio is twice the difference.

No one noticed that three years later, almost all the Nascent Soul stage monks were dead in the whole prehistoric period.

Even if there were monks in the Nascent Soul stage who did not die, they all suffered extremely heavy injuries and had to retreat to recuperate.

In the whole prehistoric period, there was a period of vacuum for the top monks.

That is,

The monks in the Yuanshen stage are gone, and the monks in the Yuanying stage are almost dead.

Only the Golden Core stage monks remained.

More importantly, after this great battle, there are not many Jindan stage monks left.

Players who have been suppressed for more than ten years in the prehistoric world have found that their lives have suddenly become easier.

The monks of the Xianmen sect who often bullied them all shrink back.

Some sects even simply announced the closure of the mountain, completely ignoring ordinary things.

After experiencing this battle, the Yaozu suffered a severe injury, retreated back into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and silently regained their vitality.

For a moment, the whole prehistoric was quiet.

However, although the war between the monks and the demon clan has come to an end, the disaster for the prehistoric people has just begun.

Affected by the war between the monsters and monsters, countless people died tragically.

These unjust souls who died tragically have no resentment and no place to reincarnate, so they can only turn into ghosts and wander around in place.

If you meet a practitioner, you can also be saved.

If you encounter ordinary people, ghosts will harm people, but they are no weaker than monsters.

Countless people were killed by ghosts and turned into innocent souls, falling into a vicious circle.

Throughout Dongzhou, ghosts and ghosts can be seen everywhere.

In the end, no less common than ordinary people.

Martial arts monks can also deter ghosts with their tyrannical energy and blood, but ordinary people have no power to resist them and can only let them be slaughtered.

The prehistoric East China Sea.

A Taoist in Tsing Yi was riding a crane with a wine gourd on his back.

"Three years later, the script is finally finished."

Zheng Dong unscrewed the mouth of the gourd, took a sip of the wine, and said slowly.

In the past three years, he has been correcting the correct direction of the "plot".

Since the Book of Truth will not interfere with their fate after the characters are created, there will always be accidents of one kind or another in this battle.

Whether the human race is better than the monster race, or the monster race is better than the human race, it is not what Zheng Dong wants to see.

What he wants to see is that the top monks of the two races will be seriously injured, at least until the player develops, they can no longer show up.

Ordinary people have as few casualties as possible.

To be honest, this request is really a bit embarrassing.

Even though Zheng Dong is the master of the prehistoric world, it is really not easy to do all this under reasonable circumstances and without being seen by the players.

To put it simply, two Nascent Soul stage monks fought to the death, but ordinary people are fine, isn't that nonsense?

Although Zheng Dong controlled the location of the decisive battle between the two powerhouses, they were all in places that were inaccessible.

But the monks in the Yuanying stage were too strong, and they still brought unimaginable trauma to ordinary people in the prehistoric period.

Among them, there are players and residents of the wilderness.

Fortunately, however, everything came to an end.

Zheng Dong finally finished arranging these Nascent Soul stage monks. Although ordinary people were seriously injured, they did not die.

The result is acceptable.

Now, the only problem is to solve the ghosts and ghosts that are raging in the wild.

Just as he was thinking, a boy's voice came into Zheng Dong's mind.

"My lord, there seems to be a gathering of monsters ahead."

Hearing this, Zheng Dong swept his consciousness and found a group of little demons whose highest rank was no more than the second rank, gathered in the sea.

Spiritual consciousness swept into the sea, Zheng Dong knew why these little monsters came.

"Come on, ignore them."

"Yes, sir."

The crane fluttered over the heads of these little monsters.

Down below, the little demons felt the terrifying spiritual pressure above their heads, and they all knelt on the surface of the sea, trembling.

The crane turned into a black spot in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the sky.

The group of little monsters stood up again, discussing the ownership of the underwater treasure.

Yuzhou.

Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

A crane fluttered its wings and landed in front of the Taoist temple.

"Brother Dao!"

From a distance, Ning Daoxuan stood in front of the Taoist temple to greet him.

Ning Daoxuan was wearing a Taoist robe. Even though he had spent decades in the wilderness, his face did not age at all, and he was still so young.

Behind Ning Daoxuan, the great apprentice Taoist Qingjing stood there respectfully, saluting Zheng Dong.

"I have seen Master!"

The rest of the Taoist disciples were curious about Zheng Dong's identity, but seeing the respectful respect of the mysterious temple master and elder brother, it was obvious that he was a master of Taoism.

They all shouted in unison: "I have seen Master!"

After such a long period of development, Qingfeng Taoist Temple has completely taken root in Yuzhou.

There are more than a thousand disciples under the sect.

Among them, there are players and residents of the wilderness.

However, here, they have only one identity, and that is the disciple of Qingfeng Taoist Temple.

Ning Daoxuan often lamented that he did not expect his master Zhuang Daoguan's last wish to be fulfilled in this way.

"Xiao Qingjing has grown up!"

Zheng Dong said with a smile.

Although Taoist Qingjing is well-known in Yuzhou, he is still that shy Taoist boy in front of Zheng Dong.

Taoist Qingjing said in embarrassment: "Master, please!"

"I won't go in," Zheng Dong said, looking at Ning Daoxuan, "Let's go."

Ning Daoxuan nodded at Zheng Dong, and then told his disciples: "When the teacher is not around, you should watch the Taoist temple and obey your senior brother's orders."

"Yes! Master!"

The loud voice resounded through the Taoist temple.

Seeing this, Zheng Dong and Ning Daoxuan turned into rainbow light and disappeared into the sky.

"Brother Dao, do you have someone to choose?"

In the sky, Ning Daoxuan said while hurrying.

"Not yet!" Zheng Dong shook his head, "Why, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid, but I'm really nervous. If this is done, from now on, the prehistoric society will be dominated by our Extraordinary Association!"

"Having said that, I still feel a little pity."

"What a pity?" Ning Daoxuan turned his head.

"It's a pity that the way of immortality is bleak." Zheng Dong looked towards the sky, "Three years ago, you heard what Taoist Tianyan said."

Ning Daoxuan nodded.

"No one has ever become a fairy!" After finishing speaking, Zheng Dong pursed his lips.

"Brother Dao," Ning Daoxuan smiled, "Do you know how Master and I practiced in the mountains before Hong Huang appeared?"

"I don't know." Zheng Dong shook his head.

"I still remember that before my master died, he told me not to forget to practice, but I know that the master has practiced for a lifetime, but it was nothing.

Do you know how I felt when I broke through to the Qi refining stage in the prehistoric world? "

As he spoke, Ning Daoxuan looked at the rising sun on the sea of ​​clouds.

"I heard the truth in the morning! You can die in the evening!"

"Not to mention becoming an immortal, even if you let me die now, I have no regrets! Therefore, every time I take a step forward, I am full of gratitude in my heart! I am grateful to Honghuang for allowing me to see a new world!"

Hearing this, Zheng Dong said silently: "Aren't you worried?"

"Of course I was worried!" Ning Daoxuan turned his head, "But I know better that the power that can create greatness, if it really does something to us, we have no resistance at all, so what's the use of worrying?"

Speaking of this, Ning Daoxuan joked: "Besides, don't we still have you, Dao brother? The sky fell and someone tall stood up."

After hearing this, Zheng Dong glanced at him angrily.

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