Taoist Shangfang Zhu and Deng Er fought fiercely.

A real man's fight with real fists.

Below, one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals are fighting with hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers from the Demon Court.

Faced with enemies that were several times larger than themselves, these heavenly soldiers and generals did not show any fear of fighting.

It's just a fight to the death.

After death, the List of Gods can resurrect them.

only.

Every time they are resurrected, their consciousness becomes weaker.

If they die too many times, they will completely become a puppet.

But they still fought bravely.

Not just for their King of Zhenbei.

Their Great Xia God of War.

It is also for the millions of people of Da Xia behind him.

So that the people of Daxia will not be massacred by foreign races and become their slaves in the future.

Not to mention, hand over the genius and let this demon court kill him.

What they are fighting for is the future of Daxia.

Naturally, they are willing to sacrifice their own lives.

The war soon reached a fever pitch.

Various formations and magical powers were wielded on the battlefield.

Various giant phantoms were swept across the battlefield.

On the side of the Demon Court, the masters of the giant clan transformed themselves into giants a thousand feet tall and fought their way in and out of the crowd.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals could not resist at all.

If they only had one life, they would have been wiped out long ago.

Now they are just relying on the List of Gods to maintain a stalemate with the Demon Court.

This war involving hundreds of thousands of people in the Sun-Forging Realm made the entire world change color.

Even the space reinforced by Deng Ru was cracked.

......

"That thing of yours can resurrect them infinitely, but I see that more than half of your soldiers have become puppets."

Zhu Daoren spoke while punching.

"If you don't consider yourself, you should at least consider them. They followed you and risked their lives, and you're willing to let them all become puppets that are neither human nor ghost?"

Taoist Zhu obviously didn't want to fight anymore.

It's not that I can't beat him.

But it cannot be killed.

He felt like he was fighting a complete replica of himself.

"Listen to my advice. I will no longer care about you, Daxia. You should withdraw your troops now."

"And I rule over the Western Niuhe Continent, the Northern Julu Continent, and my Southern Jambudvīpa Continent."

"And you, go and rule your Zhongzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou, how about that?"

Taoist Zhu has actually already given in.

At this point, his men were really dying.

Hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers have already died.

On Deng Er's side, people were also dying.

But Deng Er’s combat power will not be weakened at all.

On the contrary, it will be enhanced.

Puppets without a sense of pain play a greater role in war than heavenly soldiers with a sense of pain.

If they continue to fight, the only one who will be exhausted to death will be Zhu Dao Ren.

Because he couldn't kill Deng Er.

As long as Deng Er is not dead, he cannot destroy the List of Gods.

As long as the List of Gods is still there, those damned heavenly soldiers will be resurrected.

Deng Erruo really doesn't care.

Turn one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals into one hundred thousand puppets.

He, Zhu Dao Ren, was about to face the situation of being besieged.

No matter how powerful he is.

You will die too.

This is a dead end.

There is no solution.

"They have already made up their minds."

Deng Er said coldly.

"They are prepared, but what about you? What is your preparedness as a ruler?"

"They entrusted their lives to you, and you could have saved them, and you just watched them die?"

Taoist Zhu was able to persuade people with both emotion and logic.

What is the purpose of a lifetime of practice?

Isn't he still alive?

Longevity.

Becoming stronger is just a means, immortality is the goal.

Taoist Zhu doesn't want to die.

Whether it is to stifle genius or suppress the dragon clan.

These are all means for him to maintain his rule.

And the so-called rule itself is just a means.

His means for immortality.

"Withdraw from Daxia, withdraw from the southern part of Northern Juluzhou, and withdraw from the eastern part of Western Niuhezhou."

"The southern continent of Jambudvīpa, the western part of the western continent of Niuhe, and the northern part of the northern continent of Uttarakuru belong to you."

Deng Er spoke.

Taoist Zhu is right.

Deng Er is no longer a saint who wants to save the world.

He just wanted to keep the people of Daxia safe.

I just want the woman on the dragon throne to sit comfortably.

He asked for nothing else.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals are loyal to him, so he cannot act alone.

Watching them turn into mindless puppets, neither human, neither ghost nor god.

He softened his heart.

"Hahaha, all right, call it a day!"

"Good young man, I have never been forced into such a state of embarrassment before. Besides the Lord of Dao and the Great God Pangu, you are the third one."

Taoist Zhu did not launch a sneak attack, nor did he have any backup plan.

Under this condition of both parties.

Any sneak attack will be resolved.

They really are calling it a day.

The demon soldiers of the Demon Court below heard these words and quickly evacuated the battlefield one by one.

They were afraid too.

Those who are not afraid of death.

Even if their consciousness is already blurred, I will bite off a piece of flesh from their bodies.

They are scared.

"Victory."

Deng Er said to the heavenly soldiers and generals below.

Yes, we won.

Fifty years of planning.

Fifty years have passed in a hurry.

Finally, we have come to this day.

Got this result.

Victory.

Daxia is independent of the Demon Court.

Taoist Zhu never again invaded Daxia.

This is exactly what Deng Ru wanted.

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