The people in the grassland like dandelions in the sky looked at the increasingly smaller world under their feet, and their hearts were full of emotions.

Some people come to this world early and then awaken their souls, such as the two kings of the Golden Tent and the Jade Tent of the Prairie, and the two high priests of the Prairie.

Some people's souls have spent hundreds of years in this secret world, and some have spent decades.

For their physical bodies, it only lasts a few years.

During these hundreds of years, everything seemed like a different world, and they gradually got used to everything here.

There is no peerless strongman here who can burn mountains and cook the sea, the sky will collapse, and the earth will split apart if he moves, nor is there a powerful mana that can travel thousands of miles in an instant, or spend a whole world with one flower.

But there seems to be a long-lost peace here.

Maybe it’s because the world has become smaller and there are fewer fights.

They live on the grassland by the water, living a beautiful life under the blue sky and white clouds, with colorful tents standing in the forest and colorful flags fluttering.

Now that I am about to leave, I suddenly feel a little reluctant to leave.

They saw their former home, shrouded in a milky white mist, with faintly colored spots still visible, which were their colorful tents.

Someone cried out.

Most of these people are natives of this world, and they just belong to the Prairie Royal Court.

They have gained life and are about to leave.

But there are still many tribesmen who have not received a chance to live and will die in the destruction of the world.

The grassland is different from Daxia. Daxia is riddled with holes, broken mountains and rivers, bleeding and floating oars. The grassland is like a solitary piece of toffee placed in the blood-red and black north of Daxia.

Many tribesmen on the grassland are also abandoned people.

Perhaps he is still dreaming that one day he will welcome the rest of the tribe who have defeated Daxia and won the war.

But everything is about to collapse.

Mu Qianqian still punched the hillside with her fists. She felt indescribably irritated.

She met Zhao Wujiang, who was as gentle and kind as her father back then.

Seeing Zhao Wujiang being coerced by a poisonous plot, and watching Zhao Wujiang die generously, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She is a poisonous woman who kills people like crazy. No one has ever seen her.

But when someone died so calmly and with a smile, choosing to sacrifice himself for the sake of more life for the common people, Mu Qianqian was panicked for a moment and didn't know how to deal with it.

She felt that she had changed, but she shouldn't have changed. A ruthless person was a ruthless person and a bad person was a bad person. She would never do anything good.

She wants the world to feel the despair and helplessness she once felt!

Fortunately, Zhao Wujiang is dead!

There was an indescribable touch of sadness in her heart, as well as a touch of happiness.

Zhao Wujiang died, and the man who could influence her mind finally died.

very nice.

She, Mu Qianqian, is still the same Mu Qianqian, and will become the female supreme leader of the drug tyrants in the future, making everyone surrender.

But she was still upset.

She punched the little toad again.

The little toad croaked and she punched it.

She seemed to have finally found the source of her irritability. It was not because of Zhao Wujiang, but because the little toad's cry was so unpleasant that it made her irritable.

The Clay Bodhisattva Yue Bufan stood on the pile of rubble in the ruins, fiddling with the beads in his hands and looking at the people he had promised.

With a wave of his hand, these common people began to float in the air.

He was thinking, what technique should he use?

Every additional person he brings is a waste for him.

He has already refined his destiny, flesh and blood, so are these common people still valuable?

It seems not, so why would I take them out? Yue Bufan smiled lightly.

But people have to keep their promises, right?

Yue Bufan thought again.

Looking at the people from the Prairie Royal Court who were floating further and further away in the sky and were about to leave this world, and the toads that were gradually turning into tiny dots, Yue Bufan gradually smiled at the corner of his mouth.

If we kill all these people, won't no one know that I have broken my promise?

Besides, I haven’t sworn an oath, so why should I restrain myself with empty words?

The more Yue Bufan thought about it, the more he felt it was right. He glanced at the Li people with different expressions, many of whom were full of hope, and murmured softly:
Chapter completed!