You have a good chance, I accept it.

There are countless demon races in the Demon World, but on the surface, the Demon World has become the Xuanhuang World. These demons hide in the dark and dare not show their heads.

But this does not mean that the cultivators of the Xuanhuang World will let them go. One by one, they began to spontaneously destroy the demons.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed, and the order between heaven and earth was completely stabilized.

Later, countless strong men began to calculate the losses in this battle. The losses in this battle are as follows.

Five immortal realm strongmen fell, 18,542 Mahayana strongmen fell, 40,000 tribulation strongmen fell, and the number of other strongmen was incalculable.

War will kill people, and everyone has been prepared in their hearts, but after coming into contact with these cold numbers, from the top strongmen to the ordinary cultivators, everyone felt uncomfortable.

Finally, the Demon World completely fell into a vassal of the Xuanhuang World, and at this time, the world will passed down a determination.

The reward is here.

The merits of a single individual will be distributed according to the number of demons killed by the individual, while the merits of a group, such as a certain force or a certain race, will be calculated according to the number of territories occupied in the Demon World.

This merit will enhance the luck of a force.

As we all know, the strength of a force is vaguely related to luck. When a country has strong luck, it will have good weather, peace and prosperity, and there will be almost no natural disasters.

And when a sect has a long luck, it will have a greater chance of recruiting genius disciples, a greater chance of the elders in the sect breaking through, a smaller chance of scum appearing in the sect, and a greater chance of spiritual vein resources being born in the sect territory.

Anyway, this wave has made countless forces and races boil.

Everyone has begun to divide their territories.

Some races even started a war directly, although everyone was a comrade-in-arms during the war, and even everyone was seriously injured after the war.

But when it comes to interests, no one will be soft-hearted.

However, in the end, it was the temporary leader of the Ten Thousand Races, Qin Wudao, who took action to avoid the outbreak of a large-scale war. However, small-scale fights occurred every day, and Qin Wudao was helpless and could only sigh.

Living beings, that's it. The essence of internal fighting will never be lost at any time.

"It's not too much for our Wuming Mountain to occupy this area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles. In this battle, the only fairyland strongman of our Wuming Mountain fell, and even some Mahayana strongmen fell, not to mention the other cultivators."

"After making such a great contribution, we just want this area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles. Why? This is not possible?"

On a mountain range, countless strong men were suspended in the void. These strong men were divided into two camps, and everyone was glaring at each other.

In the white-clothed camp on the left, a white-clothed man shouted angrily, his eyes full of anger at the strong men on the opposite side.

"It's really unreasonable for Wuming Mountain to occupy so many areas. Divide half of the area, and the matter ends here."

The blue-robed man on the opposite side said in an unquestionable tone, and at the same time, an extremely powerful aura burst out from his body.

As soon as this breath came out, many strong men in Wuming Mountain held their breath and their faces flushed. They were in the Mahayana stage.

Since the end of the war, the foundation of all races was almost destroyed. The Mahayana stage has once again ascended to the ranks of the top strong men.

"Damn it, if it weren't for the death of many strong men in Wuming Mountain, how could I allow you to show off your power here?"

The white-robed man standing in the front of Wuming Mountain glared angrily.