The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 731 God-like existence
After his figure disappeared, the people of the soul clan had no intention of resisting.

After Feng Zhuo made sure that there would be no more accidents, he stopped holding on, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness be swallowed up by the dizziness that flooded in.

Yun Yichen has been paying attention to Feng Zhuo.

He knew that Feng Zhuo would fall into a coma from time to time after performing this magical skill.

When Feng Zhuo's body started to shake, he went to Feng Zhuo's side, picked her up directly, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

At this time, he was extremely fortunate that he had reached the purple spirit level.

Otherwise, everything that Feng Zhuo painstakingly built would dissipate because of her falling from mid-air.

Many people noticed Yun Yichen's actions, and they wanted to see what happened.

However, there is still a large group of people waiting for them to slaughter.

These scumbags can no longer stay in the East Ming Continent and harm the world.

The sun was gradually setting to the west, and when the last ray of light faded on the horizon, everyone in the Soul Clan was killed outside Mo City.

In this vast land, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the scorched soil was stained bright red by blood.

From nowhere, a flock of crows flew over, and landed on the dead tree branch that had been bombarded by spiritual power, flapping their wings and making ugly cries.

Lu Jiean left a few people who still had the strength to clean up the battlefield, and the others returned to Mo City.

The moment the city gate was closed, they let go of the weapons in their hands. No matter how bad the blood stains on their bodies were, they fell straight on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, Mocheng was quiet, no one disturbed these warriors who fought for the Eastern Ming Continent, and even many young girls took out blankets to cover them, their eyes were full of fiery admiration.

After Chi regained some strength, he began to report the situation here to Nangong Yan excitedly, worshiped Xia Fengzhuo fiercely, and then began to deal with the aftermath.

After experiencing the ravages of the soul race, the vitality of the East Ming Continent was severely damaged.

The population of many countries that took refuge in the Soul Clan has plummeted, and even small countries have directly become empty countries.

With a wave of Chi Da's hand, these countries were annexed.

Fengyan Kingdom has become the largest empire in the Eastern Ming Continent, and even the Baiyan Empire, which has not been affected much by the flames of war, dare not compete with it.

The battle that took place outside Mocheng, through the pen in bare hands, turned into a story that can make people feel passionate but also tearful.

As the decisive factor for victory in the war, Feng Zhuo became a god-like existence. Many people erected longevity thrones at home, even built ancestral temples, and sculpted golden bodies.

The Burning Army has become a god-like army, not only the guardian army of Fengyan Kingdom, but also the guardian army of East Ming Continent.

The Burning Army was admired by all the passionate young people, even if there were only 48 of them left, it would be shocking.

Therefore, when Chi announced that he would select soldiers to join the Burning Army, countless people came from thousands of miles away to participate in the election.

Every country and every family is proud of their people and children who have successfully joined the Burning Army.

There were only 5000 members of the original 1000-member Orange Spirit Legion, but they have also become objects of worship. As long as they are willing to stay, they will directly belong to the Burning Army.

Of course, Chi also issued an order to hunt down the soul messenger.

Although it is impossible to ensure that there will be no more soul messengers in the entire continent, at least those soul messengers will not dare to come out to do evil in the past ten or even a hundred years.

(End of this chapter)