Even after so many years, the dangerous land has not been flattened, because there is a lack of rule masters, and there are even some powerful existences in some dangerous lands, and the king is prone to falling into trouble!

Over time, these dangerous places have become places where everyone avoids taboos. Most people will not come unless they have to.

The human race occupies a dangerous place because there is no way out.

The more dangerous it is, the more you go there, so that some strong people can avoid attacking them.

All major races have encircled and suppressed human races for many years, but the human races have actually not killed many of them. Most of them are in danger, alarming some terrifying existences, causing heavy losses to all races and having to retreat.

Of course, despite this, the human race is not feeling well. Every time a large-scale encirclement and suppression is over, the human race will lose its troops and generals. Over the years, the human race's living space has become smaller and smaller.

At this moment, in the bright moon flower valley.

It was night that countless huge flowers bloomed with a faint glow.

These flowers are so big that they are scary.

Some are even comparable to a giant mountain.

Some bloom, some flowers close.

Countless flowers radiate light, and there seemed to be a bright moon in the void, which is the Mingyue Flower Valley.

Among these countless flowers, there is a huge closed flower, but there are many human races living in it. This is the hiding place of Dingjunhou. When all races attack, they must first find their existence among these countless flowers.

If you find it, you have to be careful that the large flowers nearby will attack them.

Once a war breaks out, you have to be careful that the war will lead to more powerful flowers and devour all the strong.

Of course, this ghost place is also very dangerous. In order to explore this place, Ding Junhou spent countless time, died many people, and was injured several times, and finally found a suitable flower for living.

This flower can be closed.

At night, Dingjunhou could control the flowers to close, preventing the bright moon from shining in, and preventing the soldiers under his command from being poisoned to death.

The flower plate among the flowers is enough for thousands of people to survive.

Dingjunhou has been stationed here for more than 80 years, and even built a small town-like building on the flower plate.

According to previous years' practice, at most a hundred years, you must change places to survive!

Otherwise, a hundred years will be enough for thousands of races to understand their situation. Generally speaking, it is best to change the place once every 50 years, but the human race has no choice. Every time they change the place, it will be a huge loss.

It is the best thing to delay until a hundred years.

At this moment, there were still some people coming and going on the flower plate.

There are old and young.

After 80 years of settlement here, some new generations of human races were born, which made Dingjun Hou extremely happy, and even more delighted than the eternal appearance of his subordinates.

Under his command, when the ninth tide just ended, there were hundreds of thousands of human races.

However, over thousands of years, there have been only more than a thousand people!

Now, what we are most anxious about is not that there are no strong people, but that the new generation is getting fewer and fewer. In the past 80 years, only more than 80 small lives have been born. This is what Ding Junhou is worried about.

If this continues, there is no need for all races to encircle and suppress it.

If you change the place a few more times, there may be no one under his command.

Recently, there seem to be signs of the action of thousands of races in Mingyuehua Valley, which made him even more worried. If it continues, he will have to find a way to change the place and send someone to the lower realm, which is also a powerless move.

I hope that the lower realm will be moved and can attract the attention of all races. The Ding Junhou is not very clear about the specific situation.

But he knew that the thousands of races in Mingyuehua Valley seemed to have evacuated recently.

He only has some simple sources of information. It may be that something happened to the Ten Thousand Races. It is said that many strong people died in the lower realm, which caused the Ten Thousand Races to be furious. Recently, they have been discussing the matter of dealing with the human race in the lower realm.

It was already night outside.

But it's still bright among the flowers.

Dingjunhou was wearing military armor and walked on the streets of the town. On both sides, there were some small houses, which were not luxurious. They were just simple enough to live in people, just to have a place to meditate in seclusion.

Ding Junhou followed several people and accompanied him to patrol.

Inspection is something you have to stick to every day.

First, appease the morale of the army.

Second, count the number of people.

Third, it proves that Dingjun Hou is still there.

It is an extremely important thing to count the number of people. Here, you should be careful about one thing that is worried that some humans will not be able to bear it and choose to betray them.

This is not the first time this happened.

The human race was suppressed for too long, which led to some human races unable to withstand the temptation and chose to escape. It would be fine if they simply escaped, but they were afraid, so they went to join thousands of races, attracting thousands of races to encircle them.

At the end of the Ninth Tide, some people defected because some strong people did not pay attention to it, which attracted thousands of races and killed many strong people.

The lessons learned from the past are not dared to forget the Marquis of Dingjun.

There are only so many people from the street to the end of the street. It’s pretty good to have people walking by once.

Ding Junhou breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "I don't know what's going on in the lower realm?"

Behind him, several equally ancient beings were also worried at this moment. Hearing this, a white-haired old man whispered: "Marty, don't worry. Since all the races are discussing dealing with the lower realm, it is obvious that the lower realm has not completely fallen!"

The Marquis of Dingjun nodded slightly and walked towards his house. In front of him, a simple big house was his Marquis' Mansion.

While walking, Ding Junhou said, "The fall of Minshan Mountain... was something I didn't expect. Alas, what I worry most is whether some of our intelligence has been exposed after the fall of Minshan Mountain?"

He was filled with some sorrow, "Minshan is the core of our previous contacts, and our hiding place. Minshan knows that Minshan will probably not expose us. If you are afraid of it, just be afraid... He told some people under his command that some people betrayed, resulting in the locations of all of us being exposed."

"Some time ago, a group of thousands of races suddenly came to Mingyuehua Valley... This is the key to my concern!"

"If it doesn't work, we can only evacuate!"

Dingjun Hou was helpless, and the old man with white hair also said in a deep voice: "Marty, now we are evacuating and changing places, we can only find another dangerous place. Every time we move, it is a huge loss. How many people can survive in the next dangerous place?"

Changing dangerous places is not that simple.

If not, I would have changed places long ago.

As soon as the Minshan Hou died, they should move away.

If you don’t move, you are worried. If you move again, how many of these people can survive?

Dingjun Hou looked bitter, "In the past, my human race was so brilliant! All races surrendered, and the heavens worshiped, and the living beings and dead spirits in the sky and under the earth are all respected by our human race!"

"Father, you said this again!"

In the big house, a girl walked out with some helplessness, "We haven't experienced these things again, Father, don't talk about these next time! Every time I say, I hear calluses coming in my ears. We are now surrounded and killed everywhere, and I have never left the Mingyuehua Valley."

A sad look appeared in Ding Junhou's eyes.

Yes, this is his daughter.

Born 30 years.

In order to continue his descendants and inherit the human race, after his son died in battle, he settled in Mingyuehua Valley for several years, and he gave birth to another daughter because he was his daughter, so his qualifications were naturally good.

It has only been 30 years, and now it has reached the peak of the sun and the moon.

But... I have never left the Mingyuehua Valley.

Her sky is only as big as the Mingyuehua Valley!

She just heard of the glory of ancient times, never experienced it, never saw it, she didn't know how powerful the human race was in the past!

All races kneel down and worship!

A place of pilgrimage!

He was an ancient marquis, a powerful man of the ancient human race. Even the emperor of all races could treat him with courtesy when he saw him.

“I’ll go out!”

Dingjun Hou thought to himself, and smiled on his face, "Yes! The human race will rise again! We have lasted for 100,000 years and have never been extinct! His Majesty the Human Emperor, Lord Wen, they will all come back!"

I said that, but I was already desperate in my heart.

Hundreds of thousands of years!

If I could come back, I would have been back long ago.

He didn't believe that those extremely powerful beings were dead, but... he had to believe it now.

Immortality, it’s time to come back after a hundred thousand years!

The girl didn't take it seriously. She had been saying this for countless years. She also heard some old people say it. At this moment, she did not break her father's fantasy and said with a smile: "Father, stop talking about these things. Let me show me the sea of ​​stars tonight! I took a look at it last time. It looked so beautiful. Is the sea like that? It's so beautiful!"

Over the years, Ding Junhou will also show her some ancient lands, showing her daughter what the outside world is like.

Sea of ​​stars...

Dingjun Hou smiled and nodded: "Okay! Star Sea... That's a very beautiful place! There are countless races, countless entrances to the realm, countless legends, and countless myths... Of course, the infatuated history of the Ming King is indispensable."

Beside him, the white-haired old man laughed, "Mr. Marquis, Lord Ming, have said everything countless times."

Dingjun Hou smiled and said, "When you mention the sea of ​​stars, you have to mention the King Ming! That extremely powerful force, one's own strength, floating in the sea of ​​stars, will never fall for thousands of years... Just for the beautiful smile of Princess Ming... I really envious others!"

On the side, the girl didn't interrupt this time, she liked to listen to these stories.

She was tired of fighting and killing. For 30 years, there has been no battle. Every time, someone went out and could never come back!

A group of people left before, and a group of uncles who watched her grow up may not be able to come back.

Such days are too tired.

Listening to her father’s gossip about some ancient powerful men is her happiest time.

As for glory or glory, these are not important.

No matter how brilliant it is, it has passed.

Hundreds of thousands of years are enough to bury everything.
To be continued...