Chapter 101 Three-Year Truce
Chapter 101, Three-Year Truce
Under the Yingshen Cliff, hundreds of ethnic groups gathered together. What is unclear is that there are only 66 floors left on the Yingshen Cliff. Looking at the flat cut, it seems that it has been cut off with a knife.
Jinchi Cliff hung in the air and announced loudly; "The road to the divine cliff has been opened, and you can take a step on the road to connect the rules, but due to the temporary loss of the power of heaven, the road to heaven will be opened in three years. There is a truce of all races here. There is no provocation. Those who violate it will be deprived of the quota of heaven!"
Hundreds of ethnic groups were in an uproar and talked about it, and some people shouted questions: "Why did the 33rd floor on the Yingshen Cliff disappear inexplicably? Is it that the two immortals and gods deliberately removed and moved to another place to enjoy the road to heaven alone?
Jin Chiya returned with a black face and said, "If the immortals and gods have such ability, why don't we remove the whole Yingshen cliff from other places and call you to wait for hundreds of clans to do!"
"Since the alliance of hundreds of ethnic groups, all sides have entered together, and the two races of immortals and gods can't resist the pressure. They have temporarily confused hundreds of clans with the road of communication with gods. After three years of truce, you two races of immortals and gods must have a rich background. At that time, there must have been several true gods. In the battle of extinction, we and other hundred clans can only wait to die!"
"This is absolutely right!" The two masters of the demon clan clapped their hands and cheered, "I don't know what's the explanation for the two immortals and gods?"
Jin Chiya has stopped and can't defend it. Looking at the momentum of the hundred races connected, there is a posture of competing with the two immortals under the cliff of the gods.
"Our Southern Alliance can confirm the words of the Protoss!"
"Blood and handsome Fengyang!"
Seeing the flying wind and Yang, the hundred races were not shocked. Only one stand-in had the power of heaven, and killed such a powerful stand-in. It was no exaggeration to say that he was the first person in the mainland!
"How do you confirm it?" The two lords of the demon clan spoke at the same time and were not afraid of the wind and Yang.
"It's very simple, because the 33rd floor of Yingshen Cliff is in the hands of me!"
A delicate pagoda appeared with Feng Yang's hand. The tower body was 33 floors. The golden light was dazzling, as if there was a dragon ringing and a bell was moving. The cliff peak was projected, and 33 layers of virtual shadows appeared on the cliff, which was perfectly joined.
"You, you actually refined the Yingshen Cliff into an artifact!" The two masters of the demon clan shouted.
"What's the dissatisfaction of the demon clan?" Feng Yang looked directly and was very majestic.
"How dare we be dissatisfied with such a bloody handsome man!" The two masters connected the demon clan with the hundred clans, with a strong confidence, and then asked, "But I don't know what does it mean to hold the road to heaven?"
"Hmm! The power of heaven is temporarily lost, and the divine disaster does not fall. Since you are embarking on the road to heaven now, it is just a journey of nothingness. Why don't you feel more on the road to the gods and add some certainty?
Feng Yang's tone was a little reprimanded, "Three years later, Tianli will recover a little, and I will personally open the road to heaven. If there are capable people, they will face the divine disaster together, whether they will achieve or not, and they will be artificially!"
"In the words of Blood Shuai, dare to ask if Blood Shuai has become a true god?" The second master asked what the hundred races thought.
"I was born with a divine body. Presumably, you have understood from yesterday's World War I, and I will no longer explain. As for the three-year truce, I dare to provoke a bloody battle, suppress the recovery of heavenly power, and kill without mercy!"
Black eyes glanced at the hundreds of clans, with blood shining and fluctuating supreme blood power. "If you have no opinion, you can keep this cliff safe under the protection of the immortals and gods. Those who dare to attack other clans will be killed without mercy!"
In the name of Xue Shuai, he can dominate the world with blood with only one stand-in. Now with his real body, no matter how dissatisfied the hundred ethnic groups are, they dare not dare to provoke easily, so the strongmen have stepped on the cliff and slowly climbed to the peak layer by layer.
Returning to the Southern Region Alliance, Greener jumped into Yang's arms, "Wow, Father, you are really majestic. One person scared the hundred races, and you have no temper at all!"
Feng Yang grabbed the annoying greener aside, nodded to Vernina and other women, then held hands with Vernina and said to the people in the southern region:
"Those who are strong in the domain can take a step on the road of divine. In addition, a month later, it will be the wedding day of the coach and Princess Vernina. Everyone should come to support them. Don't come if you can't bring a gift!"
"Haha, congratulations, congratulations..." Everyone laughed.
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The construction of the Iron City has never stopped and has expanded dozens of times, from the border of the Kingdom of Sidari in the east, to the border of Hill Source in the south, the Death Desert of Dimore in the west, and Daping Moyuan in the north.
The radius of 800 miles is within the scope of the Iron City.
Jumping from the sky, countless sky towers rushed up to the sky, which seemed to be an 800-mile peak. Looking at the black and reflective peak body, it was indeed built of steel, which is the real iron city.
"Magic Dragon! Magic Dragon!"
"Dang, Dang, Dang..."
The sound of the police quickly spread 800 miles, and the body of the Tongtian Tower protruded countless muzzles, making the invading enemy suddenly tremble.
"Is this really my iron city?" Feng Yang was surprised, and the more he looked at it, the more happy he became.
"This is the construction of the Southern Region Alliance, and almost all the seizures of these ten years of chaos have been used here!" Orion replied that his face had been darkened by the war for more than ten years.
"Haha, ten miles and one tower, one hundred miles and one city, just ninety-eight one city, eight hundred towers, worthy of being a city of steel, who dares to attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge crossbow shot. Looking at the golden strength, it should be the domain-level strong man pulling the crossbow and shooting, and a flame dragon breath easily turned away the crossbow.
Of course, the first arrow was just a warning, and then hundreds of birds and monsters flew out of the Iron City, riding people on their backs. At the head was an extra huge mountain eagle, and the fierce momentum was not weak at all.
Mo Fei was ready to scold the enemy from afar, but the Tushan eagle under him quickly spread its wings and rushed to the magic dragon army.
"You stupid bird, stop, stop...!" Mo Fei slapped the eagle's head and screamed loudly, but he was scared to death.
The eagle is extremely fast, passing through the clouds, and in a blink of an eye, it has arrived in front of the magic dragon. The eagle's head is excited, extremely humane, showing some flattery, and shouting loudly to the wind.
Fengyang was stunned for a long time before he recognized the old knowledge in front of him. Isn't this the slippery bird that used to rely on a few drops of dragon milk and finally relied on the style?
Seeing Feng Yang, Mo Fei took a deep breath, but he thought it was Yang Er in front of him, but he just wondered how Orion and others could come back with Yang Er.
"Welcome to the return of the bloody handsome! Why don't you inform me? I'm ready!" The words were said to Feng Yang, but Mo Fei looked at Orion.
"Ha, ha, ha ha..." Feng Yang laughed, "It seems that Yang Er is really unlikable, Mo Fei, can't you even recognize me?"
"You, you are..." Mo Fei's expression changed wonderfully and became a little stiff. Listening to the mountain eagle still whispering flatteringly, he finally reacted:
"You are Fengyang!!! You bastard, you are still willing to come back!"
"I'm back!"
"Just come back!"
Mo Fei was in tears. Although there were thousands of words, he was choking for a moment. Anyway, when Fengyang returned, there was a real owner in the Iron City. He turned around and shouted at the hundreds of birds who followed him:
"Quick, Ming Shuai Zhong, the marshal is back, the real marshal is back!!!"
The sound echoed, and the handsome Zhong was specially prepared for Fengyang. Yang Er did not hit once during his replacement. Some people may not hear the meaning of this sound, but all people close to Feng Yang knew that this was the sound of Fengyang's return.
As Fengyang, all spirits in heaven and earth should worship him. He is the body of blood and the ancestor of blood power. Almost all the creatures have a trace of blood belonging to him, but he wants another person to kneel down. He is his father Fenglong.
"Okay, okay, get up, go home, go home..." The wind burst into tears and looked old, but the wrinkles on his forehead stretched at this moment, and his son finally came back.
The news spread quickly, and the 800-li Iron City fell into madness. Crazy was not only the return of Fengyang, but also a world-amazing wedding.
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In the Kingdom of Sidari, almost all the young and strong have gone on an expedition, leaving only tens of thousands of old and weak. In addition to the city of Mississippi, there are more than 10,000 soldiers defending the city, because they are children who have grown up in the past ten years.
The king stood on the head of the city and looked at the north. He was also old and aged rapidly in the past ten years. No matter what the elixir, the art of nourishing the body could not be suppressed.
"Wang, go back. It's windy here."
"No, I feel it. She's coming back. Queen, do you feel it?"
"I have been feeling recently. It's very strong today. She will come back. I'll wait with you."
The queen put a wind robe on the king. As an elf, she was still beautiful, but there was really a lot of white hair in her white hair, because she secretly shared her life with the old king.
Soon, he saw the roaring magic clouds in the distance on the tower. The old king was excited and stopped the young soldiers preparing to fight, turned around and rushed down the tower to greet him.
More than 100 divine dragons, 2,000 magic dragons spared no effort, took off for a few days, with soldiers sitting on their backs, and pinned to Sidari's badge on their chest.
The hundred-foot golden dragon roared and fell to the ground with golden light. There were thousands of people outside the city, close to thousands of people. At the front were Vernina and other women.
Seeing the old kingdom and queen running out of the city, Vernina cried "Father and Queen Mother" and rushed up, and the three hugged each other.
This is not the touching scene. The Taoist divine light landed, and the city was full of shadows. Sidari fought 100,000 soldiers. Now there are more than 20,000 people left to return.
Someone of the warriors in the city recognized his father. Ten years ago, when his father went on an expedition, he was still a child. Now he is a soldier like his father.
The expedition is not only fathers, but also many sons, as well as mothers and daughters. In the middle of the family, there are real old parents and children who are looking forward to their return, as well as children who have grown up!
The old and weak of the whole city poured out to look for their children, and the young soldiers of the whole city rushed out to find their parents.
A scene of family reunion hugs, tears filled with joy, looking for disappointment over and over again, and finally releasing sadness in crying.
This scene is the most real expression of human emotions. Whether it is joy or sadness, it is so touching that even the two dragons watching secretly shed tears.
This scene will be staged in various countries in the southern region and will be staged by hundreds of ethnic groups.
With a three-year truce, the Southern Regions Alliance embarked on a journey of return, and many of the 100 races are also on their way back.
Maybe this is the last chance to reunite with their families, because they know that the war of extermination is far from over.