The gods retreated, the curtain sky was bathed in divine blood, the golden light was brilliant, the vitality was almost exhausted, the hair between the foreheads was like snow, the wind was blowing, the emperor's clothes were swinging, the divine blood was falling down the corners of the clothes, and the divine eyes looked at the crippled land of Kyushu, shooting out a wave of vicissitudes and sadness.

Tianzun is still struggling, constantly falling, at this moment, how worthless Tianzun is, the life of the Holy Lord of the Holy Land is also fragile, and there will be blood in the void in an instant, the Fulong Tianzun of the Beast Control Sect is dead, and the body of the Holy Lord of the Broken Heaven is gone......

Mu Cangtian looked at the scene in front of him, sighed deeply, the green coffin shook, the golden light shook, and waved his hand to control the remaining more than thirty Tianzun of the Four Realms in his hand, and with a slight shock, more than thirty Tianzun did not even have a chance to struggle, and they completely died on the spot.

The majestic blood water fell like a waterfall to the mortal dust, staining the sky red, and when the younger generation of the Four Realms was still struggling, they saw this scene, and they didn't even have the heart to resist. The heroes who lost their faith in resistance ended sadly, and the War of the Four Realms came to an end.

Mu Cangtian didn't say a word, he didn't even have the heart to look at Yun Yijian and Xiao Moyu, he waved his big hand and carved a tombstone outside the Fengwang City, and with a move, a big tomb appeared in front of the world.

A mountain peak came from the horizon, leveled the mountain peak between the fingers, and created a tombstone, the middle finger was stained with blood, and engraved the tomb of Qi Tianfeng, the guardian of the dust town, and the world should respect those who dare to blaspheme, although it is far away, the person who carves the monument will be punished - the curtain sky,.

The big characters swallow mountains and rivers, as vast as the sky and the wilderness, the words are heart-wrenching, no one dares to have the slightest blasphemy, Tianzun has knelt down, the sadness in his eyes can not be concealed, Qi Tianfeng is not the emperor, but he is the guardian of mortal dust, for mortal dust to fall at the most glorious time, worthy of common respect of mortal dust

Boom Boom Boom ......

Tombstone town fell outside the king city, from today on, it has become a place that must pass into the city, regardless of the level of cultivation, it must bow to three rings, and dare to have disrespectful people, the gods are mighty, and they are also punished when they flee to the ends of the earth.

"You have given your life for the mortal world, and you deserve to be admired by all generations, and today the heavens have set up a 'hero's grave, and you will be buried here, although you will die in a foreign land, but this will be your home from now on, may all souls rest in peace, and may the kings of all generations be with you"

The low words of the curtain sky resounded through the mortal dust, and the cultivators and mortals in every corner of the land of Kyushu were kneeling down and praying, praying for the blessings of the Heavenly Venerables, saints, and even kings and ordinary cultivators who died in the battle of the Four Realms.

No one can count the specific death figures, many people have turned into powder, and the bones are gone, but the curtain cangtian is naked looking for their traces, hoping to tell the world how many people died in this battle, and how great the hatred between the Four Realms and mortal dust is.

A sinkhole appeared five thousand meters outside the Fengwang City, countless corpses were buried in the depths, the river of blood surged, constantly seeping into the depths, as the bones fell into the depths, the divinity was shrouded, and the dirt was removed, and the hero's grave continued to form.

There is a stone tablet standing on top of the void, far away from Qi Tianfeng's clothed mound, and the words are full of unyielding meaning of death battle.

The younger generation bowed down to pray for blessings, even the Supreme King did not feel ashamed to bow to the countless dead half-kings, although Lou Aotian was arrogant, at this time he did not dare to show the slightest disrespect, at this time to touch the scar of the curtain sky, it is no different from looking for death, maybe even if the quasi-emperor comes, dare to have the slightest blasphemy, he will definitely kill directly.

It's just that the quasi-emperor in the mortal dust was buried and the gods were in the war, and the few remaining quasi-emperors died tragically in the aftermath in order to save people, so that the mortal dust fell into sorrow and desolation.

"Hey....... Mu Cangtian sighed deeply, "From today onwards, anyone who dares to offend the divine might, regardless of status, this generation of kings and Tianzun must be hunted down with all their might, this is the only thing I can do to the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the battle of the Four Realms."

"Obey the Divine Command" shouted the heroes in the sky, they paid the price of blood for mortal dust, and they did not need any other reward, but they hoped that they could get a quiet place to live after death, even if there was no reverence, and now that the gods had given them this explanation, how could they not carry it out with all their might.

"In addition, I have ordered the strong people above Tianzun to go to the depths of the desolation to find the life planets that have been affected, and some of them can be saved," Mu Cangtian said in a deep voice, "In addition, I will seal myself and be immortal, maybe I will be a living dead forever, so it will all depend on you in the future."

Zhan Zu's last sentence of obsessively leaving made Mu Cangtian have some hope, Zhan Chuqing has always been in this state of being sealed, if the sky does not die, she is a living dead person after all, her vitality is not extinguished, and her soul is not there.

God came, but he couldn't consume Zhan Chuqing, the curtain was desperate, he couldn't save her, but he couldn't let his life be forbidden, and he couldn't achieve the position of immortality, now that Zhan Zu said that he had found the path to immortality, how could he give up this slightest opportunity? Even if he waited for another 100,000 years, he was willing to bear the 100,000-year self-seal

Slowly left under the awe of the heroes of the heavens, leaving behind the vicissitudes of life, and then drowned by the ruthless void, he experienced too much life and death, among the people in the world, the deepest relationship with the curtain of the sky is only for the mortal dust to protect the five thousand years of Qi Tianfeng. Even Qi Tianfeng's name was from the sky, but now his body disappeared in front of his eyes, and there were no bones, how could he not be sad.

The curtain is far away, I didn't look at Yun Yijian and Xiao Moyu, the two of them looked at the back of the master, and there was a sour feeling in their hearts, they couldn't persuade them, and they didn't know how to speak, such an old man, he had experienced too much sadness in his heart, and in the twilight of the hero, he saw his dearest person die and couldn't do anything, except for himself, others couldn't do anything

The Fengwang City was dilapidated, full of dilapidated and desolate buildings, and the magic circle was shattered, leaving a cloud of fragments and stained with blood.

The Fengwang City, which spans eight thousand miles, has been abolished, but the spirit of the Fengwang City will always be here, so some Tianzun chose to stay here to re-establish the Fengwang City, and most of the strong people rushed into the flood with their injured bodies.

Yun Yijian stood in the air, looking at the broken Kyushu, pulling Xiao Moyu and walking towards the mortal dust, walking in the world, looking at the wailing and wailing all over the field, the dead and wounded everywhere, and suddenly gloomy, diluting the spring of life countless times and distributing it to mortals and ordinary cultivators.

The life force of these people is weak, and after a drop of life spring water is diluted a thousand times, it can still ⊥ mortals feel like they have drunk a miracle medicine. The mortal moved his body to watch the young man who was far away dance, leading an angelic child around the world, and the power of faith slowly gathered.

"Big brother, I'm so sad, why are you fighting? Why do those bad guys have to bully us mortals

"Because we're weak. People, we must rely on ourselves, only when we are strong, so strong that even the way of heaven can not suppress us, can we speak for ourselves"

Two voices sounded in the void, swirling in the human world for a long time and not dissipating, causing mortals and low-level cultivators to clench their fists tightly, their eyebrows full of firmness.