Terran Guardian

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The armies of the four imperial dynasties receded like the tide, and the long-lasting fighting on the battlefield between the two realms finally came to an end.

Many monks were in a daze and could not react for a long time.

But the next breath.

Then some monks exclaimed.

"I survived!"

"Netherworld retreats, we finally won this battle!"

"Hahaha, we won, we won..."

Some monks were ecstatic, some laughed loudly, but more monks smiled and burst into tears.

Won!

But this battle was also won tragically.

The war that lasted for almost two months made all the monks feel like they were in another world.

This battle.

Many powerful races have perished, and the Celestial Clan has also suffered heavy losses.

There are also many sect forces that exist in name only in this battle.

It can be said.

This battle.

Although Netherworld retreated, the heavens also suffered heavy losses.

This battle can't be considered a win, it can only be said that both sides suffer losses.

"it's over!"

The right hand of the Emperor of Destiny holding the Emperor's Cauldron was trembling slightly.

Although he is the God Emperor, he has guarded the Taixu Realm for many years, and has fought countless battles with demons, so he is already used to the scenes of life and death battles.

However.

Compared with this battle in Netherworld, the scenes of previous battles with demons pale into insignificance.

After all, in the past wars between the shrine and the demons, most of them were in a state of consuming each other.

The demon sent monks to attack the Taixu Realm, which would at least give the palace a chance to breathe.

But this battle.

Netherworld did not give the heavens any chance to breathe.

After more than a month of endless fighting, the Emperor Tianming had forgotten how many Netherworld monks he had killed.

Maybe a hundred thousand!

Maybe a million!

Even more is possible.

Looking back at the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, most of the gods were lost, and the monks within the clan also suffered heavy losses.

In its heyday, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan had no less than one trillion monks, but now, there are only less than three million monks left in the Zhu Feng Divine Clan.

good.

Just less than three million.

no way.

Most of the trillions of cultivators of the Zhufeng Divine Clan have cultivation levels below the divine realm.

However, due to the Zhu Feng Divine Clan's eternal defense of the heavenly barrier, if the Netherworld invades, the Zhu Feng Divine Clan must use all their strength to resist at the forefront.

Even monks who are not here still have to step into the battlefield.

only if.

In order to offset the guilt of the God's betrayal.

Now looking at the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, 99% of the monks below the divine realm have been lost, leaving only a handful of monks who can barely survive.

With such a level of tragedy, even given the temperament of the Emperor of Destiny, he couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

Not even close.

The Zhufeng Divine Clan will be completely exterminated.

"Emperor, what should we do now!"

Fenghuang Yukong stepped forward. The emperor of the Zhufeng Divine Clan was no longer as aloof as before, and there was unconcealable exhaustion and sadness in his eyes.

Even if Emperor Feng really doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary monks, so many racial monks have fallen, and the fate of the race is wailing. As the emperor of the clan, he can certainly feel the same.

and.

The Zhufeng Divine Clan indeed suffered heavy losses in this battle.

Even Fenghuang himself almost died on the battlefield.

Three of the four holy masters died.

Currently, there are only three remaining among the Zhu Feng Divine Clan who can join the ranks of top divine masters.

The first one is Feng Huang himself, the second one is Holy Lord Shenyang, and the third one is Feng Jiutian.

The huge Zhufeng Divine Clan.

Only these three top gods are left.

The Emperor of Destiny took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice: "The withdrawal of the four emperors is only temporary. I don't know what changes will happen in Netherworld, which will make the Chaos Emperor withdraw at any cost.

But the Netherworld may come back at any time, and we have to guard against it! "

Hear the words.

Fenghuang's heart sank slightly.

He understood that what the Emperor of Destiny said was true.

But with the current foundation of the Zhu Feng Divine Clan, if they go through the previous wars again, whether they can retain their bloodline inheritance is a question.

In this battle, the entire Zhu Feng Divine Clan was crippled.

The Divine Emperor of Destiny said: "Although our clan has been severely damaged at the moment, it is not without any benefits. The fact that the remaining two million monks can survive this battle is enough to show that their background and blessings are good.

Moreover, if you kill the Netherworld monk, you will also be blessed with the luck of all the heavens.

Next, as long as our clan devotes all its efforts to cultivating these monks, I believe it will be much easier to restore our strength in the future. "

Think in a good direction.

This battle will completely eliminate all the mediocrities and ordinary monks.

There are less than three million monks, and they are the elite of the entire Zhu Feng Divine Clan.

This is truly elite.

Even if the cultivation level of many of the monks is below the divine realm, the possibility of surviving such a war is enough to show that they are extraordinary.

With such elites, with just a little training, their future achievements will be high.

It is not said whether he can prove the Divine Lord and the Divine King, but in the current situation where great catastrophe is covering the heavens, proving the Divine King will definitely not be a problem.

Of course.

This also has a premise, that is, there are enough carrying objects.

Without the carrier, it would be impossible to promote all these millions of monks to God Kings.

But whatever.

As long as the Zhufeng Divine Clan can train this group of monks well, their strength may not be weakened much.

…

While the Zhufeng Divine Clan was counting their battle losses, other races and sects were also counting their own losses.

On the walls of the Celestial Barrier, corpses piled up in mountains.

The blood flowed down, giving the city wall a more bloody and chilling atmosphere.

"What are the losses in this battle!"

The python emperor said in a tired voice.

In front of him, there was the remains of an ancient purple python lying on its side. This was the body of Ziyun Fengqian.

The ancient god-king of the Ziyun clan finally fell in this battle. To be precise, he fell into the hands of a Netherworld God Lord.

If Ziyun Fengqian hadn't sacrificed himself at the critical moment, the Python Emperor would not have been able to kill the Nether God Lord.

behind him.

Zi Yunluo also looked at Zi Yun Fengqian's body with complicated eyes, and then said slowly: "In this battle, our clan participated in the battle with 200,000 monks, and 193,000 died..."

"Haha, one hundred and ninety-three thousand have fallen——"

The Python Emperor suddenly smiled, his smile full of bitterness.

In this battle, the Ziyun clan's participants were all at the divine level with the weakest cultivation levels.

As a clan, being able to produce 200,000 divine realms is almost equivalent to exhausting the entire race's heritage.

now.

Two hundred thousand gods and one hundred and ninety-three thousand were killed in the battle, leaving only seven thousand monks alive, which shows how tragic it was.

After this battle, the Ziyun clan's strength dropped to freezing point.

Not to mention.

The death of Ziyun Fengqian caused the Ziyun clan to lose a half-step god.

a long time.

The python emperor suppressed his inner emotions and said in a deep voice: "The bodies of all the monks who died in the battle were brought back to the clan for burial, and no one was allowed to be left out.

In addition, the clan does not need to be stingy with rewards for the surviving monks in this battle, allowing them to break through their original realm as much as possible.

Although the four imperial dynasties have withdrawn their troops this time, the Netherworld Portal is still there.

No one knows when Netherworld will fight again. If the Ziyun clan wants to keep its inheritance, it can only do its best to improve its strength! "

"I will obey your Majesty's order!"

Ziyunluo took a deep breath and gave a rare salute.

Looking at the other party's appearance, the Python Emperor's expression remained unchanged: "I, the Emperor Guanluo Sect Master, have also experienced a surge in luck and want to come to this battle to kill many Netherworld monks.

If there is a breakthrough in seclusion, how long does it take for Sect Leader Luo to be able to attain divine mastery? "

"As short as three years, as long as ten years, I will be able to attain enlightenment!"

Ziyunluo answered loudly, with a very confident look on his face.

The Python Emperor nodded: "Okay, then Sect Leader Luo will prioritize breaking through the Divine Lord. Maybe this battle is really an opportunity for our clan.

Although many monks died, those who survived were gifted by the heavens.

As long as we concentrate on cultivating breakthroughs, we may be able to make our clan's strength even further..."

Promote to the Gods!

This is the python emperor's only ambition now.

Not only Ziyunluo is sure to achieve a breakthrough within ten years, but even the Python Emperor himself is sure to attain enlightenment within ten years.

Until this time.

Only then did the Python Emperor truly understand what danger and opportunity coexist.

The attack of the four great emperors with an army of ten trillion will be a terrible test for all the races in the world.

If the four great imperial dynasties finally break through the barrier of the heavens, then even if all the races in the heavens are completely annihilated, the race may be destroyed as a result.

However.

The four great emperors withdrew their troops, and the benefits gained by each tribe were also very obvious.

Putting aside the resources promised by the Divine Palace and the Celestial Clan, the gift from the heavens obtained by killing the Nether Monk is an unimaginable opportunity.

No matter how mediocre his talent is, as long as he can survive this battle, he has a chance to go further.

Promoted to the God Realm and promoted to God King.

God King was promoted to God Lord.

It is even possible for the Divine Lord to be promoted to Divine Lord.

Just like the Ziyun Clan now, if nothing unexpected happens, at least two God Lords will be born within ten years, allowing the Ziyun Clan to be officially promoted to the Ziyun Clan.

Needless to say about the other monks.

This is called opportunity.

It's just that if you want to get such an opportunity, the price you pay is not ordinary.

…

On top of the city wall.

A massive amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered together.

The extremely terrifying spiritual power formed a hurricane, and the vast blue river swept through the void, and finally fell on one person.

When they saw the figure, all the monks had a look of awe in their eyes.

Just because that person is none other than the current head of Tianzong—Shen Changqing!

If all the races in the heavens can sustain this battle for so long and never allow Netherworld to truly break through the barriers of the heavens, the main reason is because of the opponent.

If Shen Changqing hadn't almost wiped out all the Netherworld God Emperors, and then beheaded many divine kings and masters, he would have contained Netherworld's power to a great extent.

With the power of the four great emperors, it is absolutely impossible for the heavens to sustain them until they retreat.

Not to mention resisting for more than a month, even if it lasts for half a month, the heavens may not be able to withstand it.

It can be said.

During this battle, Shen Changqing's invincible figure has been deeply ingrained in the minds of all the monks. When it comes to prestige, it is even better than the original Emperor of Heaven.