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A hundred years of bloody battle.

In just one hundred years, the soldiers of the human race have almost changed by one tenth.

This shows that one in ten people died in battle, the number exceeded several hundred million.

This is a huge loss.

Although the total strength of the human race has not decreased, so many lives have died, which makes many people feel sad.

Ye Zichuan has been sitting in Shanhaiguan for a hundred years. Over the past one hundred years, he knew everything that happened everywhere.

In his heart there was a killing intent brewing, and there was fighting spirit boiling.

There are more than hundreds of millions of human races, what a huge number this is.

If their bodies were piled up together, they could almost fill a half of the Great Wall.

The blood stained the Great Wall red, this is the sadness and sadness of the entire human race!

Behind the human race, one after another new heavenly tombs were built.

Tombstones are like forests and graves are like mountains.

The soul-catching coffin shuttles among the heavens and domains, and leads the human races who died in battle, hoping that their heroic spirits will rest in peace.

Ye Zichuan wanted to rush into hell like this, and stir up the hell.

But reason has restricted him tightly, telling him not to act rashly like this.

This involves a war between two universes, and he must not be willful.

The calculations, plans, and plans involved in this are too deep. Some people started to make arrangements hundreds of millions of years ago, and only now have they taken root.

Over the past 100 years, several prisoners have taken action one after another.

But nothing was gained.

Human race is not short of masters, gods, and strong, so dealing with these prisoners is naturally nothing.

Jiang Li relied on the Zhuxian Sword Formation and even killed a prisoner himself!

This shocked Hell, and when he knew that they were the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, Hell's offensive against Jianmen Pass was also weakened.

Time continues, every moment, every day someone is killed in battle.

This is war. It is bloody, cruel, and realistic.

Hell also suffered great losses, but they attacked wildly regardless of the cost.

Especially the army from the sun face, they infected the life on the sun face with darkness, used them as cannon fodder, and threw them all into the battlefield of the Great Wall.

The life and death hell of these cannon fodder doesn't care at all, so it seems extra crazy.

They were almost bombs, even if they were blown to pieces, they would have to pull a human back.

Under such circumstances, the human race suffered heavy casualties and many casualties.

In the 200th year of the Total War, another powerful force appeared in the human race.

This is an elf!

Ye Zichuan moved the world of wood elements to his own universe a long time ago. After so many years of reproduction, the number of elves has been extremely astonishing.

And the queen of the elves had already become the main god.

With the addition of elves, human casualties have been reduced.

The elves are basically proficient in the laws of life, and each of them is a sacred hand of medicine. Many human lives are brought back from the death line.

Ye Zichuan has completely let go of his universe and has taken out countless resources.

These resources were collected from the three civilizations of Eternity, Heavenly Palace, and Angels, and they were inexhaustible.

As long as there is enough merit, countless resources can be exchanged.

Even astronomical resources can be redeemed!

In such a war, the morale of the human race has never fallen, and countless people are enthusiastic and fighting at the forefront.

Two hundred and fifty years ago, Ye Zichuan, who was sitting still in Shanhaiguan, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the sky above his head.

Immediately afterwards, his figure flashed and disappeared here.

Above the sky, the streamer flickered, the avenue manifested, and the law fluctuated, Ye Zichuan's figure appeared silently here.

Opposite him, there is a round of blue sun, without a hot breath, but there is a deep cold in the bones.

Above this sun, there is a dragon spear floating up and down, like a big cyan dragon, exuding a fierce breath.

Lord of Hell!

Moreover, they were also old acquaintances of Ye Zichuan, and the two had confronted each other in secret more than once.

Ye Zichuan's eyes were cold and he looked at this round of Qingyang blankly, with killing intent rolling in his eyes.

"It's worthy of the hope of the rise of the human race. You haven't seen it for many years, and your Taoism seems to be more profound." Such a voice from the Qingyang made the entire sky tremble.

"Are you here to die?" Ye Zichuan said coldly.

"Huh!" The cyan sun shook violently, and the cyan light suddenly soared and became extremely flaming. "Your tone is still as arrogant as before."

"Are you arrogant? Just try it." Ye Zichuan said lightly.

The cyan sun burst out with a dazzling light, but he did not act rashly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Ye Zichuan did make him jealous.

The record of defeating the five masters by one person is simply sensational.

Although other external forces were used, it was enough to see Ye Zichuan's own strength.

Changing to any other ruler, even with the same external force, I am afraid that only the fall will end.

The cyan sun gradually converged, and his breath calmed down: "I'm here to tell you something."

Ye Zichuan looked at him without speaking.

"A human emperor of the human race, died in hell!"

Two sharp gazes shot from Qing Yang, staring at Ye Zichuan, and said word by word.

Ye Zichuan's expression didn't change at all: "Really? The human emperors of the human race have already passed away? Do you think I will believe your words?"

Qing Yang sneered, and then a cluster of flames floated out.

Seeing this cluster of flames, Ye Zichuan's heart jumped.

The familiar breath came from the flames, blending with him, giving him a sense of affinity.

This is the breath of Sui Renshi.

"Do you feel it? This is the breath of your human race, it's really delicious." Qing Yang took a deep breath: "This kind of breath makes me obsessed, and the taste of his flesh and blood is even more sweet. Think of it all will be intoxicated."

Ye Zichuan's eyes became colder and colder.

Qing Yang continued, "Human Sovereign of Human Race, isn't it the only one? You think we can't figure it out?"

"In the previous battle, the one who fought with the Immortal King should be a human emperor, right?"

Ye Zichuan did not speak.

It seems that there is indeed a great power in the hell, and even Fuxi's roots and feet have been calculated.

"Where is Emperor Yan? Did Emperor Yan also live? His Shennong Ding has appeared on the Great Wall, and his deity should be hidden in the Great Wall."

"Are you scared?" Ye Zichuan said lightly.

"Afraid?" Qing Yang sneered: "Even if all the human emperors are resurrected, hell will not be afraid!"

"Really? So what are you bragging about here? Think that killing a human emperor cut off the human race's path?"

"As long as I am not dead, hell won't want to capture an inch of the Great Wall!"