It was unimaginable that such a large witch clan dynasty would become so unrecognizable.
There is no discipline at the top, no way to survive at the bottom, the power of rules has been lost, the wild beasts and crops have been destroyed or killed, and now they start to eat people.
The entire Wu clan fell into a collective dream of death, and no one seemed to wake up.
Xuan felt sad in his heart, but also lamented that he would not fight for it. The entire Wu clan clearly had 90,000 miles of land, but no matter how much it was ruined, why did it end up like this?!
well......
With a sigh, Xuan ordered the Yuling Guards, "Kill those old bustards, sorcerers, and those who are joining in the fun. Grab the rest and keep walking!"
"Yes, Master Xuan!"
Several Imperial Spirit Guards flew down, their purple armor reflecting a cold light in the sun.
However, he took several strikes with his sword, and the sharp sword light struck him, and he eliminated those who were still laughing just now.
"Ah, you...are you from the immortal world?" A wizard who fell to the ground bleeding said with his last breath.
When they saw the corpses of the Wu clansmen wrapped in animal skins with clanging necks, everyone was so frightened that they fell to their knees and did not dare to breathe.
Xuan picked an evil minister in official uniform and put a sword to his throat: "Tell me, what is going on with you?"
"Reply...to my lord, those Witch Clan people wrapped in animal skins originally wanted to take the opportunity to get a share of the Monster Clan's pie."
As he spoke, Xuan seemed to smell a pungent smell of urine. He glanced at the place where the sorcerer was kneeling and found that the soil was already wet.
He raised his head back in disgust, and a spiritual guard quickly stood up and said: "Sir, let me do it!"
After saying that, with a wave of his hand, a big-eared melon seed fell on the demonic minister's face, instantly leaving five bright red palm prints.
"Weren't you being very arrogant just now? How dare you disgust us adults!"
"No... no no, I don't dare. The Witch Clan has been ruined from above, and we... can't do anything about it."
Before the sorcerer could continue to speak, the imperial guard slapped him again. The sorcerer became as swollen as a pig's head and fell to the ground.
"Sir, the slave family has no way to survive. This place is like hell."
A woman with a beautiful face and messy clothes said with a cry.
"Yes~ yes~ there is no way to survive."
Xuan didn't say much. He just wanted to rush to the new capital of the Wu clan as soon as possible to see what the monarch was doing, leaving so many people with no way out.
Xuan pointed at the rope slightly, and the Yuling Guard understood what he meant. He killed all he wanted, held all he could with the rope, and snatched all the rare treasures that should be snatched. These were all spoils of war.
After doing all this, continue towards the new capital of the Wu Clan.
Continuing forward to several towns, the situation was not much different. Before the Yuling Guards officially started fighting, the deacon's wizard led a group of people to surrender.
Xuan led a team of imperial guards, followed by a long line of slaves, as if he was in a deserted land.
By the next morning, it was still the same. There were more and more slaves, the loot was getting richer and richer, and we could reach the new capital of the Wu clan in half a day.
Xuan saw a war unfolding below with thousands of people fighting, so he watched with interest.
"Old Feng, you dare to invade our Dragon Witch Tribe. Today, I will let you see the strength of our Dragon Witch!"
The opponent yelled, a middle-aged man with a half-white beard, his face seemed to be twisted with anger, and his teeth were chattering.
"Hmph, do you still think that the ancestor of the Dragon Witch is still alive? You still dare to bluff me. If you are wise, please bow down and surrender. For the sake of your fellow sect, I will spare your lives."
The other side was also unyielding and retaliated fiercely. The Wu clan soldiers on both sides were sharpening their swords and readying their arrows.
"Hmph, it's funny, you actually hit yourself!" Xuan snorted coldly, descended from the clouds, and hung in the air.
When the two sides who were about to start a battle saw Xuanhe Yulingwei in purple armor with a long line of slaves behind them, they were immediately trembling with fear and lost all their previous ferocity.
"Sir, we...we surrender!"
The tribal leaders from both sides said this almost in unison.
When Xuan Zheng felt bored, a voice came out, "No, these high-ranking immortals actually invaded our territory and enslaved our people. Our soldiers of the Wu Clan must have no blood at all!"
"Exactly, I agree with what the elder of the Fengwu Tribe said. There are thousands of us in total, so we should at least give it a try!"
The voice came from two tribes. Their old men, dressed in the costumes of the elders of the Witch Clan, seemed to still have a little bit of blood left in them.
However, before they could send out any more deafening inspiration, the leader looked at him, and two soldiers with swords behind him stepped forward and wiped his neck directly.
You old man, if you want to do it yourself, you have to take so many of us with you!
After a while, the bodies of two old men bleeding with blood were brought to Xuan, and they were discarded in the wasteland like rags.
"Sir, don't be influenced by these old stubborns. As long as they don't kill us, we will surrender!"
The leader smiled obsequiously and led the soldiers to kneel down in a pious manner.
With an expression of indifference, Xuan moved his hand back slightly, and the Yuling Guards understood what he meant. He killed everyone, held back everyone, and took away the treasures one by one.
So, next, thousands of people marched towards the new capital of the Wu clan.
Approaching the new capital of the Wu Clan, the defenses were actually very empty. On the city walls, there were soldiers lying around holding wine bottles, and generals with sleepy eyes and expressions of despair and numbness.
Witnessing the Xuanhe Yuling Guards in the Immortal Realm, pressing down on thousands of witch clansmen, they showed no intention of resisting, not even a trace of struggle showing on their faces.
Arriving at the entrance of the palace in the new capital of the Wu Clan, the soldiers guarding the city looked at the crowds of people and did not dare to draw their swords.
"You guys, do you want to resist?" The imperial guard pointed his sword at the imperial city with murderous intent.
"Dong dong, clang, clang," there was a sound of swords falling to the ground, "Don't dare, don't dare!" The defenders dropped their weapons and held their heads with both hands.
At the gate of the palace, Xuan led the imperial guards and drove straight in. Wherever they passed, the guards and maidens knelt down to salute, and the wizards did not dare to be angry or speak out when they saw it.
There was no one in the Wu clan's meeting hall, and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.
In such a large palace, the place where state affairs were discussed was actually covered in dust. It seemed that this witch clan monarch had been absurd for a long time.
In the harem, a place with flourishing flowers, a new Fengyang Palace was built here. It has a double eaves roof with glazed tiles, a red lacquer door, and a platform. There is a huge circular bath in the palace, which can accommodate hundreds of people to bathe together.
The monarch of the Wu clan took hundreds of concubines here to drink and have fun all day long, living a life of intoxication and extravagance day and night.
He doesn't think about court affairs, he doesn't see courtiers, and he doesn't pay attention to the hardships of the people at the bottom.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Wake up! People from the fairy world are about to come in!"
A minister of the Wu clan in court uniform knelt on the ground and begged.