In the following days, two words can adequately describe the entire wilderness.
crazy!
The demon clan lost three holy masters and broke out into extreme madness.
This time, the demon clan not only sent some little demons to harass the human city, but also launched a massive attack.
Especially demons above the transformation stage attack human monks crazily.
They either attack human immortal sects or attack aristocratic families.
As the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Shendu was completely destroyed.
Countless people have been displaced.
It's strange to say that these monsters don't kill ordinary people, but only focus on killing strong human beings.
Forced to have no choice, all the major immortal sects fought back one after another.
All Nascent Soul monks participated.
Finally, the battle spread to the Jindan monks.
Along the coast of Dongzhou, the original Luoshui County was crushed and sunk.
The entire Golden Turtle Island was sunk.
Yuzhou is littered with corpses, and hundreds of ghosts are walking around every day.
This battle lasted three full years.
For three years, Nascent Soul monks were fighting almost every day.
Even though the Nascent Soul monks have lived for more than a thousand years and have strong magic power, their opponents are not weaker than them at all, and these demon clans are even more united.
The human monks were already being attacked by surprise, and everyone was fighting on their own.
Although the human race has more Nascent Soul monks than the demon race, the battle loss ratio is twice the difference.
No one noticed that three years later, almost all the Yuanying stage monks in the entire prehistoric era were dead.
Even if there were monks in the Nascent Soul stage who survived, they all suffered extremely serious injuries and had to retreat to practice.
Throughout the prehistoric times, there was a vacuum among top monks.
That is, the Yuanshen stage monks are gone, and the Yuanying stage monks are almost all dead.
Only the golden elixir stage monks are left.
More importantly, after this war, there were not many Golden Core Stage monks left.
Players who had been depressed for more than ten years found that their lives suddenly became easier.
The monks from the Xianmen sect who usually bullied them all shrank up.
Some sects even simply announced the closure of the mountains and completely ignored mundane matters.
After experiencing this battle, the demon clan's vitality was severely damaged. They retreated into the Hundred Thousand Mountains and quietly recovered their vitality.
For a moment, the entire wilderness fell silent.
However, although the war between the monks and the demon clan has come to an end, the disaster for the people in the ancient times has just begun.
Affected by the war between the human and demon clans, countless people died tragically.
These innocent souls who died tragically still have lingering resentments and no place to be reincarnated, so they can only turn into ghosts and wander around in the same place.
If you meet a practitioner, you can be saved.
If you meet ordinary people, ghosts and ghosts will harm people, but they are no weaker than monsters.
Countless people have been harmed by ghosts and ghosts and turned into ghosts, trapped in a vicious cycle.
Throughout Dongzhou, ghosts and monsters can be seen everywhere.
In the end, they are no less rare than ordinary people.
Martial arts monks can also frighten ghosts and monsters with their powerful energy and blood, but ordinary people have no power to resist them and can only let themselves be slaughtered.
...
The wild East China Sea.
A Taoist priest in green clothes was walking on a crane, carrying a wine gourd on his back.
"It's been three years, and the script is finally finished."
Zheng Dong opened the mouth of the gourd, took a sip of wine, and said slowly.
Over the past three years, he has been correcting the correct direction of the "plot".
Since the Book of Truth creates characters and does not interfere with their destiny, there will always be surprises of one kind or another in this war.
Regardless of whether the human race is better than the demon race, or the demon race is better than the human race, this is not what Zheng Dong wants to see.
What he wants to see is that the top monks of the two clans are severely damaged, and at least until the players develop, they can no longer show up.
And ordinary people suffered as few casualties as possible.
To be honest, this request is really a bit embarrassing.
Even though Zheng Dong is the master of prehistoric times, it is not easy to do all this while being reasonable and not being noticed by the players.
To put it simply, two Nascent Soul stage monks are fighting to the death, but ordinary people are fine. Isn’t this nonsense?
Although Zheng Dong kept the location of the decisive battle between the two strong men in an inaccessible place.
But the Nascent Soul Stage monks were so powerful that they still caused unimaginable trauma to ordinary people in the ancient times.
Among them, there are players and residents of the wilderness.
However, fortunately everything has come to an end.
Zheng Dong finally arranged for these Nascent Soul Stage monks. Although ordinary people were seriously injured, they were not dead.
The result is still acceptable.
Now, the only problem is to deal with the ghosts and wronged souls that are raging in the wilderness.
Just as he was thinking about it, a child's voice came into Zheng Dong's mind.
"Master, there seems to be a gathering of monsters ahead."
Hearing this, Zheng Dong swept his consciousness and found a group of little demons, no more than the second level, gathering on the sea surface.
His spiritual consciousness swept towards the sea, and Zheng Dong knew why these little monsters came.
"Let's go and ignore them."
"Yes, sir."
The crane flapped its wings and flew over the heads of the little demons.
Below, the little demons felt the terrifying spiritual pressure above their heads, and they all knelt on the sea, trembling.
The crane turned into a black dot in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the horizon.
The group of little demons stood up again and discussed the ownership of the treasures under the sea.
...
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. Although he had spent decades in the wilderness, his face had not aged at all and was still so young.
Behind Ning Daoxuan, his eldest disciple Qingjing Taoist stood there respectfully and saluted Zheng Dong.
"I've met my uncle!"
Although the other disciples of the Taoist temple were curious about Zheng Dong's identity, they saw that the mysterious temple master and his senior brother were so respectful, and it was obvious that he was a Taoist master.
They all shouted in unison: "I've met my uncle!"
After such a long period of development, Qingfeng Taoist Temple has completely taken root in Yuzhou.
He has over a thousand disciples.
Among them, there are players and residents of the wilderness.
However, here, they only have one identity, and that is the disciples of Qingfeng Taoist Temple.
Ning Daoxuan often lamented that he never expected that his master's last wish to expand the Taoist temple would be realized in this way.
"Xiao Qingjing has grown up!"
Zheng Dong said with a smile.
Although Taoist Qingjing is famous in Yuzhou, he is still the shy Taoist boy in front of Zheng Dong.
Taoist Taoist Qingjing said in embarrassment: "Uncle, please come in!"
"I won't go in," Zheng Dong said, looking at Ning Daoxuan, "Let's go."
Ning Daoxuan nodded to Zheng Dong, and then ordered his disciples: "While my master is away, you should keep an eye on the Taoist temple and follow your senior brother's instructions in everything."
"Yes! Master!"
The loud voice echoed through the Taoist temple.
Seeing this, Zheng Dong and Ning Daoxuan turned into rainbow light and disappeared from the horizon.
"Brother Dao, do you have anyone chosen?"
In the sky, Ning Daoxuan said as he hurried on.
"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, our Extraordinary Association will dominate the world!"
"Having said that, I still feel a bit pity."
"What's the pity?" Ning Daoxuan turned his head.
"It's a pity that the path to immortality is elusive." Zheng Dong looked towards the horizon, "Have you heard what Taoist Tianyan said three years ago?"
Ning Daoxuan nodded.
"No one has ever become an immortal!" After saying this, Zheng Dong pursed his lips.
"Brother Taoist," Ning Daoxuan smiled, "do you know how my master and I practiced in the mountains before the Great Desolation 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 my master’s lifelong practice was all in vain.
Do you know how I felt when I broke through to the Qi refining stage in the ancient times?"
As he spoke, Ning Daoxuan looked at the rising sun above the sea of clouds.
"Chao Wen Dao! Xi can die!"
"Not to mention becoming an immortal, even if I die now, I will have no regrets! Therefore, every step I take now, my heart is full of gratitude! I am grateful to the ancient world for allowing me to see a new world!"
Hearing this, Zheng Dong said silently: "Aren't you worried?"
"Of course I have been worried!" Ning Daoxuan turned his head, "But I know better that if the power that can create prehistoric things really does something to us, we have no power to resist, so what's the use of worrying?"
Speaking of this, Ning Daoxuan joked: "Besides, don't we still have you, Taoist brother? If the sky falls, there will be taller ones to hold it up."
After hearing this, Zheng Dong looked at him angrily.