"Surrender!"

"As long as you wait to submit to this king!"

"This king will let you go!"

Looking at the strong Wu warriors, King Chengjun's eyes couldn't help but reveal a trace of covetousness.

Because of the bloodline, the Wu clan is naturally stronger than the human race.

Moreover, they live in a wilderness where the conditions are even harsher, and after the baptism of wind and frost, they become more and more robust.

These people, with a little training, are the most powerful warriors in the world.

With such a person, how could King Chengjun not be moved?

Hearing what King Chengjun said, the face of the Wusheng Daoist couldn't help but change slightly.

He also wanted to sweep the people of the Wu Clan into the cave.

Dongtian is actually a very big world.

Because the Lifeless Daoist has existed for a relatively long time, and has tens of thousands of disciples of the Lifeless Dao to support him, his Cave Heaven has expanded several times.

Now there are dozens of cities in it.

Hundreds of thousands.

Not only will a large amount of faith be produced every day, but also a large number of iron tools, armor, etc.

Those who are qualified among the descendants of the people will also be discovered and cultivated by the Lifeless Dao, and eventually become the most diehard members of the sect.

But Rao is so.

The qualifications of the Wu clan are also the envy of the lifeless people.

It is worthy of the existence of one side in ancient times, and their bloodline is extremely powerful.

Although it is impossible to become a monk, it is qualified to be the most powerful warrior.

Although the sect is not like the secular and often fights, there is also a great demand for warriors.

"As long as you wait to join the sect!"

"The sect will also ensure your safety... ”

"Humph!"

Hearing the words of King Chengjun and the Lifeless Daoist, the Holy Maiden of the Wu Clan couldn't help but snort heavily.

What the two said sounded, in fact, they were raising the Wu clan like livestock. Let them keep multiplying, and let the heirs with the blood of the Wu clan become the swords and guns in their hands.

If that's the case, the Witch Clan will really perish!

"Damn it!"

"What do you think of us witches?"

"In ancient times, our Wu clan was the supreme religion. If it weren't for the Middle Ages, when he was calculated by King Yingzheng of Qin, you would dare to be presumptuous here?!"

The Eagle Head Priest and the others couldn't help but be furious.

Vicious!

It's just too vicious.

If this is really done, I am afraid that within a few generations, the people of the Wu tribe will forget their bloodline, forget their ancestors, and become a slave with no past and future.

In doing so, it is better to kill them.

At the very least, until death, dignity can be maintained.

"If you don't want to, then it's no wonder that we can't blame!"

"As long as all these hard bones are suppressed, in divide and rule, hundreds of years later, who will remember the Wu Clan?"

"Perhaps, your descendants will still regard you as sinners!"

The corners of the lifeless Taoist's mouth turned up, revealing a mocking smile.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With the simultaneous action of the Wusheng Daoist and the King of Chengjun, the already crumbling Wu Clan Dazhai collapsed.

Two huge palms, constantly plundering in the air.

One by one, the outstanding heirs were either put into the cave or thrown into the magic weapon.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, the eyelids of the Great Elder of Yuqing Dao couldn't help but jump.

A few years ago, when the blessed land of Yuqing Dao was shattered, it was like this.

At that time, King Chengjun was also driving this bronze chariot, and everywhere he passed, he plundered everything.

It was also that plunder that plundered that greatly increased the strength of King Chengjun.

Of course, at that time, it was not King Chengjun who got the most, but Situ Xing.

Situ Xing's ability to rise so quickly is inseparable from the resources of Yuqing Dao's blessed land.

Thinking of this, the hatred in the heart of the Great Elder of Yuqing Dao became even more intense, and he couldn't wait to pluck Situ to cramp and remove the skin in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

The other people in Yuqing Dao didn't look very good-looking, obviously thinking of that unbearable past.

How is the current Wu clan similar to the Yuqing Dao back then?

"Guys, it's time for me to be martyred!"

Looking at the crumbling and about to collapse Dazhai. and like robbers, the lifeless people who plunder everywhere, become the king of the county.

The wolf's head sacrifice, the pig's head sacrifice and others suddenly stood up, and said with resolute eyes.

"The ancestral god is above!"

"Today, we are martyred, and I hope that the fire of my witch clan will never be extinguished!"

"Today, we are martyred like this, and I hope that the soul of my witch clan will never be extinguished!"

"Today, we are martyred like this, but I hope that the heart of my witch clan will never be easy!"

The witch saint held her scepter aloft and sang a song from ancient times in a mournful tone.

The vastness, the breath of desolation rose to the sky.

The ancestral god in the air seemed to feel the determination of the Wu clan, and the color became more and more red.

One by one, the red color fell, and countless Wu people struggled to stand up, straightening their backs.

The Wicans can die in battle!

But never surrender!

"Ten thousand wolves run in the night!"

The wolf-headed priest dressed in black stood up and pulled away the clothes on his body, revealing a dense tattoo of the wolf's head.

As he shouted, a black aura emerged from the wolf head tattoo, and the scarlet wolf eyes suddenly lit up.

An iron-backed blue wolf suddenly took shape, and in the end, it really seemed like a thousand wolves galloping.

The pig's head sacrifice also ripped off his clothes, revealing dense tattoos, and with the desolate spell, one by one the beast souls condensed, and then rushed towards King Chengjun and others with a tragic attitude.

If it was an ordinary person, in the face of the crazy attacks of the sacrifices, they would definitely be in a hurry, or even fall on the spot.

However, for the King of Chengjun and the Wusheng Dao people, they are too weak!

Moo!

King Chengjun took a deep breath, and his entire chest cavity instantly bulged, like an eraser filled with air, and his whole body instantly became full.

With the opening of his mouth.

A colorless and transparent sound wave exploded in an instant.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

Before the dense beast soul could get close, it was instantly exploded.

These beast souls were tattooed on their bodies by special means by sacrifice, and they were practiced day and night, and they had long been integrated.

The beast soul was seriously injured in an instant...

One by one, the sacrifices seemed to be devoured, and wisps of blood spurted out instantly, staining the ground red. The breath of the whole person also became complacent.

No longer the momentum of the previous moment.

"The mantis arm is a car!"

"I can't help myself!"

King Chengjun didn't even look at it.

These sacrifices were in his eyes some mortal people. If these sacrifices surrendered, they might be spared.

But since they dare to resist, they must not be left behind.

There is nothing worth noting at all, he is more concerned about those young witches now, as long as they are captured and kept in captivity, it will not take decades for him to have a strong witch army.

More than ten years is a long time for ordinary people, but for King Chengjun, it is nothing.

After breaking through the Martial Dao Sage, his lifespan was already two hundred years old.

He has the time and patience to nurture the next generation.

The priests also seemed to know their fate, and sat in a group with difficulty, their mouths trembling, singing a desolate ancient ballad.

His eyes were closed, ready to die for the Wu clan.

At this moment, the entrance to the most mysterious forbidden place hidden in the main hall of the Wu Clan was suddenly opened from the inside.

The people who closed their eyes and waited for death opened their eyes in surprise, and some of them showed joy in their eyes:

"The sect leader is out of the customs!"

"The Sect Master has not fallen!"