It was a brilliant world, which spawned countless strong men and amazed an era, allowing the Southern Barbarians, which were originally sure to win and were undoubtedly victorious, eventually suffered heavy casualties, and only the Qiongqi escaped by chance.

The corpse was missing the battle that had been 50,000 years, with sadness and joy in his eyes, and he was extremely excited.

Lu Yu didn't say anything, listening quietly, for fear of saying something wrong, which made this person angry again.

That battle lasted for a long time. There were many geniuses in Jiuzhou, and countless handsome men and beautiful women shared life and death in the battle, establishing deep feelings. The battle killed many people and left behind countless legends and legends. But

There was a sudden revelation in the sound of the corpse. It was hatred from the heart. Even if 50,000 years passed, it would still be impossible to forget!

Lu Yu couldn't help asking: But what?

The corpse looked at Lu Yu, with endless sadness and hatred in his eyes.

In order to protect the War Soul Continent, those genius girls learned the secret skills of the War Clan, mastered powerful magical powers, and possessed amazing strength. But all this had to be paid. They had to obey the War Clan's arrangements and marry or marry someone they didn't like, and they could not object.

Lu Yu frowned. He was still young and was in love with the Tao and was most sensitive to such things.

No one objected?

The corpse said with hatred: How could no one object? But all those who objected were tortured tragically. There was once a fairy-like figure who was raped by the other party because he refused to marry the designated person of the War Clan and was then humiliated by many people. The person she loved was even killed by a catastrophe and was cut into pieces and died miserably.

Lu Yu was furious and scolded: "Beasts are worse than you!" It's just a matter of killing!"

That scene shocked everyone, scaring many people who love each other dared not say anything, silently accepted the reality, and became puppets and victims of the war clan. The one he loved on the altar did not want to do so, so he chose another way, fighting bloody battles with the powerful Southern Barbarians until he died in battle and refused to run away.

Lu Yu exclaimed, unexpectedly, this would end like this.

The person whom the white-clothed scholar loved was that he died in battle on the Qiongqi?

The corpse nodded, with hatred in his eyes.

It was the most dazzling era in the War Soul Continent. Countless beautiful women left endless legends, but in the end they could not compete with fate. They either died in battle, or bowed down and lived with humiliation. The War Clan saved the War Soul Continent, but it made countless people hate it. But who can compete with it? When they recruited disciples, they already stated that once they became people of the War Clan, they must obey orders and no one can violate it. You can refuse, but you cannot violate it, otherwise you will die!

Lu Yu's face turned pale and asked: Is there no successful example?

The corpse shook his head and said: No one can fight against the war clan on the War Soul Continent. This is true for the white-clothed essayist, and so for me. Do you think we are successful or failure?

Lu Yu understood, but it was because he understood that he felt hatred in his heart.

Why did the War Clan have to do such things that are pointed out by thousands of people, and cannot become a human beauty?
Chapter completed!