I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Because they cared about the safety of the wounded soldiers, these medical monks who were not good at fighting actually ran to the battlefield to search for the wounded.

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Xia Wudi tightly clenched the broken knife in his hand.

As a proud figure in the world of cultivating immortals, Xia Wudi has a personal experience of the law of the jungle and intrigues in the world of cultivating immortals.

Immortal cultivators will fight for some immortal cultivation resources.

They are selfish and can sell everything for their own benefit.

But just as there is sunshine, there are shadows.

Now in the face of a powerful enemy, all races are united like never before.

Xia Wudi never minded guessing immortal cultivators with the greatest malice, but he never denied that they possessed great courage.

When faced with a common enemy, the human race can always show unprecedented courage and unprecedented unity.

This is also the reason why the human race was able to defeat the powerful race, and finally became the most powerful race in the heavens and worlds.

With Xia Wudi appearing on the battlefield, the morale of the human race climbed to the peak again.

"Are you OK?"

Yue Xiao, the Tianjiao of the Moon Clan who came to the Central Plains for support from the Moon Clan, looked at the pale Xia Wudi and asked.

Although Yue Xiao didn't have the slightest affection for the man who took away Yue Ji.

But he admired Xia Wudi's courage and responsibility in this war.

"fine!"

Xia Wudi replied, and then rushed into the battlefield with a broken knife.

Ten days later, the shaking in the direction of Taiping City finally stopped.

Xia Wudi, who was covered in blood all over his body, sat casually on the top of the dilapidated city, watching the sunset and sunset in the sky in silence.

In his eyes, the sunset glow and the redness of the setting sun were stained with blood by the monks of the human race.

By his side, Yue Xiao also lost her usual unrestrained appearance.

At this time, Yue Xiao's clothes were torn, her face was covered with blood, and she was also staring at the already quiet battlefield in a daze.

After the human race paid the sacrifice of 300 million monks, the 100 million dragon troops, the most powerful among the orc army, were all buried under Taiping City in the Qianfeng Mountains.

The number of 300 million monks can be said to have been reduced by a whole generation.

Compared with the huge casualties of the monks, less than 3 people in the Central Plains died without any cultivation.

These 3 people were also massacred by the dragon army because they were unwilling to evacuate their homes in Qianfeng Mountain.

Of the [-] Holy Emperor powerhouses who accompanied Xia Wudi to fight against the orc advance team, only five of them survived now.

Among the five surviving people, Xia Wudi himself was also included.

Of the remaining four people, two were seriously injured to the point of death, and their cultivation bases were destroyed.

This battle brought an unprecedented disaster to the monks in the Central Plains, but it also greatly tempered the cultivation of these monks who participated in the battle.

After continuous reinforcements, there are less than [-] human monks left in Taiping City today.

Among these monks, there are all realms.

After experiencing the tempering of war and life and death, their future practice path will become extremely smooth.

"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree!"

Looking at the surviving monks, Xia Wudi felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

These 1 people will all grow into famous and powerful people in the not-too-distant future.

It is foreseeable that the Central Plains will usher in an unprecedented prosperity in the near future.

This prosperous age was fostered and bred by those sacrificed monks.

I think at that time, there will be a lot of cultivation geniuses.

They rise at the speed of comets and create their own myths in the world of cultivating immortals.

But these, Xia Wudi has completely missed.

His cultivation, his future, has been left forever in the battle that just ended.

There is not much time to grieve, although the war in the Central Plains has temporarily come to an end.

But the war in the entire Upper Realm is still going on.

Just as the monks in the Central Plains were fighting with the dragon army, the same tragic war was also taking place in the Eastern, Northern, Western and Southern Territories.

The fierceness of the war in each place is comparable to that of the Central Plains battlefield.

The heroic elegy of human monks is performed in the same way in different regions.

At the entrance of the space crack, Ye Nan and the orc high priest faced each other far away.

With the realm of the two of them, they have already been able to easily detect every detail of the situation on the battlefield.

"Your courage is far beyond my imagination!"

The high priest spoke to Ye Nan in the human language with a perfect accent.

The death of those orcs did not stir up any waves in its heart.

Ye Nan didn't see any expression on the face of the high priest even when a strong man like the patriarch of the dragon clan fell.

"Orc, not as powerful as I thought!"

Ye Nan replied.

His words did not mean the slightest sarcasm, they were just the thoughts in his heart at this time.

After fighting the orc's advance team, Ye Nan had a clear understanding of the strength of the orc.

Human monks have no chance of winning by relying on their own strength.

Ye Nan's idea was to rely on his own strength to kill the most powerful orc high priest among the orc clan first.

In this way, after the orcs have no leader, the human race will be able to win by taking advantage of the victory.

But at this time Ye Nan knew that he overestimated his role in this war, and at the same time underestimated the courage of the human monks.

He knew that even without Ye Nan in this war, the human race would still win the final victory.

Because the human race is a brave and tough race, it will always have some brave and powerful people to protect it well when it is in crisis.

At this time, Ye Nan and the high priest did not intend to rush to fight, because both of them were the bottom line of this war.

There must be a battle between them, so there is no rush.

At this time, the spiritual consciousness of the two once again enveloped the entire upper realm.

……

In Taiping City, the blood of human monks and dragon warriors dried up in the scorching sun into ugly black stains on the dilapidated city walls.

Those sacrificed human monks have been restrained and put on the unified uniform of the alliance again.

Spells can bring them back to life, but they can't bring them back to life.

At this time, the monks of the human race no longer have the old family views and family differences.

At this time, they only have the status of human monks, and without enemies, they are only comrades who depend on each other for life and death.

Those monks who left their bodies were lucky, and there were still a large number of monks who lost their bones in this war.

All they left behind were meritorious jade slips that shone with dazzling light.

In this funeral, the heaven and the earth mourn together, and everything withers.

The ice and snow that have not melted for thousands of years in the northern region have piled up into icebergs that stand tall.

The bitter north wind blew on his face, which hurt like a knife.

The people of the Northern Territory are struggling to survive in such a harsh environment.