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The great holy body is cold and iron-blooded, and it has been suppressed all the way. I don’t know how many races are sent to the death, nor how many races are killed, and blood dyed the starry sky red.

All the monks of the heavens are here, and they are silently watching the battle. Every time a clan is suppressed, they will sweep away endless treasures. Those treasures were once plundered by the prehistoric world and return them to their original owners.

This bloody suppression lasted for three months.

It was not until the fourth month that it came to an end. Except for the slaughtered ones, the remaining races, were suppressed, deprived of the soul of the ancestral soul of the ancestral world, planted the imperial forbidden curse, and were exiled to other domains.

This day is worth remembering. The first batch of creatures in the world, the prehistoric tribes that have poisoned the heavens for millions of years, were finally suppressed by iron blood, and the giant mountains that were pressed over the heads of the world were finally overthrown, and the light of the whole world became brighter and brighter.

The Great Saint Body Emperor Huang did things that the emperors of all dynasties had not done. Although the process was bloody, it was quite useful. He would also bear the reputation of his life like the Red Lotus Empress.

"There is no more prehistoric in the starry sky." The heavens and the heavens were smiling, and they felt that it was unreal.

"There is no turbulent war, you can rest and recuperate." The older generations all took out their wine pots, full of fatigue, and the prehistoric world was suppressed and could no longer cause trouble. The people finally had a chance to breathe. There was a great holy body guarding them, even if the demon came, they were not afraid.

"We should be grateful." The prehistoric tribes standing on the side of the heavens, like the prehistoric kirins and the colorful peacock tribe, breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, they would not be able to escape the exile. Maybe they would be destroyed by the Emperor Huang. The facts have also proved how important it is to take a position and take turns to change, and the heavens have to last until this time.

"I have a premonition that the golden age is coming." Chiyangzi said meaningfully.

Not only him, too many people have this feeling, especially the peak quasi-emperor, and the feeling of suppressing the Emperor Dao is the most sincere. Because Ye Chen was granted the title of quasi-emperor, the Emperor Dao's suppression became much weaker.

In other words, in a certain year and month in the future, a new emperor may appear in the heavens, and everyone present may be the one who was named the emperor, and the prehistoric world is no exception.

"It's over." The five kings in the forbidden area smiled and turned around, heading straight to Xuanhuang. Dihuang suppressed all the way, and they followed the way. The Emperor Huang was suppressed and Dihuang was in charge of the heavens. He was unprecedentedly relaxed. He was a cruel man who was more terrifying than the Emperor.

"It's over." On the Jieming Mountain, Emperor Ming took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!