"Okay, according to your words, we will send troops to the Wu clan and kill them all." Jackal Mao pondered for a long time and finally made up his mind. "Damn it, I will risk my life. If the army is defeated, I will become a casual cultivator.

From now on, we will stay away from the prehistoric continent. If we succeed, the advanced elixir technique and the high official and generous salary will not be in my pocket."

Thinking of the proud place, Jackal Mao couldn't help laughing loudly.

Not far from Jialiao, over two mountains, about a thousand miles away is the land of the witch clan, where a large number of witch ancestors, old, weak, sick and disabled, and children, and very few young and middle-aged people, live there.

territory under its jurisdiction.

Jackal Mao led his elite soldiers, taking advantage of the dark night and high winds, to break through the Wu clan's defenses several times, killing them indiscriminately, leaving rivers of blood and corpses strewn across the fields.

Although the Wu Clan is physically strong, there are also those with impure blood, or those who are too old and weak to acquire great supernatural powers. Even if there are some physically strong people among them, how can they withstand the magic weapons of dozens of demon generals in the Golden Immortal Realm?

They were smashed indiscriminately, and all the bodies were found on the spot, and no one escaped.

The jackal stood high in the sky, watching the blood flowing from the people below and wailing miserably. Not only did he not gain anything, he was also very satisfied with himself.

"It is rumored outside that the people of the Wu Clan are physically strong. I didn't expect that today's battle will not be as famous as meeting them, but that's it! It's really funny to think that with the power of an emperor, he would be afraid of such a young person!" Jackal Mao looked at the man with a ferocious face.

The ground was stained red with blood. His long blood-red tongue licked his lips, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Jackal Mao saw that there was no longer a living shaman. He shouted loudly and ordered the troops to withdraw with satisfaction. He was already imagining how to get the reward from the Demon Emperor.

A huge black cloud crossed the sky, and apart from the corpses on the ground, there was no one alive in the Wu clan's territory.

"What? Tell me again." Zu Wuping entered the main hall and heard a roar.

"Reporting to Lord Ancestral Witch, the demon tribe led a large army to kill all the old, weak, sick and disabled people in our tribe. Not a single person escaped alive. It is pitiful that tens of thousands of people from our tribe of witches died under the sword of the demon tribe. Corpses were scattered all over the field and blood flowed like rivers.

That scene is so miserable. Master Ancestral Witch, you must avenge them, kill all those damn monsters, and return the lives of my fellow Witch clansmen!" The little witch who knelt on the ground and told the story was already sobbing.

"Damn monster clan, I won't mess with you, but you dare to mess with me! Kill my people and destroy my home. If I don't avenge this revenge, I swear I won't be a witch!!" Ping Shou let out a sad roar and struck a palm in front of her.

The table was smashed to pieces.

"Don't cry first. This matter is of great importance. I still need to discuss it with the other eleven ancestral witches. Give me an order. Everyone in my territory must shrink to one place. When I return from the discussion, they can attack the monster.

Clan." He suppressed his anger and knew that this matter was of great importance. If it was not handled well, it would be the result of a full-scale war, so he decided to go to the Ancestral Witch Palace to discuss it with the other eleven ancestral witches.

"Brother Lingshou, you are so anxious to summon me, what happened?" Xuan Ming was the last one to rush to the Ancestral Witch Hall. Seeing that the other eleven ancestral witches were there, he knew that something big had happened, so he took the lead to ask Pingshou.

Xuan Ming is the second rare woman among the twelve ancestral witches. She has skin like ice and snow, a face like red clouds, a waist like a water snake, and breasts like a pineapple. She is a rare beauty. This is not the most important thing.

Xuan Ming is not only physically beautiful, but also has a lively personality. She often reveals two deep dimples when she smiles, which adds to her alluring character.

Piao took a long breath, exhaled it heavily, and gritted his teeth every word and said: "I Piao was incompetent and failed to fulfill my responsibility to protect my tribe. The demon soldiers invaded my resting place and killed all my tribe members."

." As she spoke, tears filled her eyes.

'What? Pingshou, how did you protect your tribe? How did you become an ancestral witch? What did you do at that time, eat shit?" Zhurong, the ancestral witch with the most fiery personality, heard what Pingshou said and became angry.

He yelled and cursed.

When Liao was scolded, she didn't refute, she just lowered her head and said nothing, but clenched her fists tightly, making a squeaking sound.

"Damn it, then why are you looking for us? If I were you, I would have sent troops to break into the Demon Clan's base camp, and you're talking nonsense!" Gonggong, who has a personality as good as Zhu Rong's, heard that the people from the Witch Clan were killed,

He was also very angry and scolded Piao Hua.

For a time, Piao Shou became the target of scoldings from the witches, and they even waved their fists in a strong manner, only to give Liao Shou a few slaps.

"This matter is not a trivial matter and needs long-term consideration." Di Jiang, the boss of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, known for his speed and wisdom, pressed his hand to stop the witches from shouting and cursing, and said slowly.

"A plan, what a plan, what's the point? If the monster clan kills my people, they should pay for it with blood. It's only right that we send troops to attack the top of Buzhou Mountain and kill them all like rivers of blood!" Zhu Rong said angrily.

He jumped up in his seat, pointed at Di Jiang and shouted angrily, regardless of who was speaking.

"Zhu Rong, don't be rude!" Shebishi, who is known for his calm personality among the twelve ancestral witches, saw that Zhu Rong was rude to Di Jiang and accused Zhu Rong. "Playing with fire, although I usually don't agree with you, but this time I definitely agree.

In your opinion, you all should gather together and send troops to attack Mount Buzhou together!" It was rare for Gonggong to stand up and support Zhu Rong.

"Everyone, please stop arguing for now. Listen to what Brother Dijiang has to say." Hou Tu saw that the situation was extremely noisy and stood up to persuade him.

"I didn't say not to attack the demon clan. This revenge must be avenged. Sooner or later, our witch clan and the demon clan will have a war. If we fight early, we will fight, and if we fight late, we will fight. We must fight, but how to fight, and how to fight can we win.

Sacrificing the least effect to severely damage the demon clan is the top priority we need to consider!" Di Jiang said after thinking for a long time.

"Then what does the big brother say about fighting? We all listen to the big brother." Qiang Liang pulled the angry Zhu Rong and said.

"I heard that the demon clan is currently cultivating the Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation, and is preparing to use it against us. I think it has not been completed yet, so this is a good opportunity to attack the demon clan." Gou Mang said, having said nothing for a long time.

"It's just right, we still need to have a good discussion." Dijiang said happily. The battle between witches and witches is not something that happens in a day or two. Each has taken precautions. It is inevitable to establish an intelligence system to investigate their respective movements. Among them, witches and wizards

The chief intelligence officer of the tribe is the ancestral witch of the tree. Any place with trees can be used by him. His ability is perfect for detecting intelligence.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches sat together, covered up the secrets with Dafa, and began to discuss how to attack the demon clan. At this time, General Jackal, who had caused terrible disasters due to his unauthorized actions, was still complacent, imagining that he could be promoted to an official position.
Chapter completed!