There is the ancestral land of the Xiong family and the ruins of the Xiong family.
Within the city's core restrictions, yellow clouds rose over the Xiong family's ancestral temple. Holy Emperor Xuanyuan sat cross-legged in the air, his eyes blazing like two little suns, looking down at the densely packed Youxiong clan below.
Gongsun Bo had already been tortured carefully by Holy Emperor Xuanyuan himself using the secret method of searching for souls. Poor Gongsun Bo's mind was not firm. When his soul was finely divided into the tiniest particles, he was so painful that he almost fainted.
But he has done all kinds of unsavory things in his life, including secretly hiding fifteen super witch crystal veins that are the public property of the Xiong family, arresting human slaves to mine witch crystals, and privately trading various kinds of witch crystals with foreign races. The charges of ordnance and weapons, privately accumulating dead soldiers, and transforming into a wandering tribe to commit evil were all exposed to the public by Holy Emperor Xuanyuan.
No one could have imagined that Uncle Gongsun's family had secretly amassed nearly a million elite soldiers and generals, divided into dozens of large and small wandering tribes, scattered all over the Middle Continent, and plundering other tribes from time to time.
These private soldiers served as Gongsun Bo's secret sword and eliminated many enemies for him. Not only those from other clans who were his enemies, but also many elders from the Xiong clan and their tribes were poisoned by these people.
For example, after Gongsun Bo's previous patriarch, Gongsun Meng, was beaten to ashes because he was possessed by an alien demon, in order to compete for the throne of the clan leader, Gongsun Bo took advantage of several competitive elders.
Gongsun Bo, whose body still maintained strong vitality but whose soul had vanished, knelt blankly in front of the ancestral temple, facing the gate of the ancestral temple.
Behind him were lined up a line of more than a thousand family heads from various branches of the Xiong family, and nearly 100,000 elders from each branch. Everyone witnessed with their own eyes the scene where Holy Emperor Xuanyuan took action personally and Uncle Gongsun screamed and howled in agony.
These family heads and elders looked at Holy Emperor Xuanyuan sitting cross-legged above the ancestral temple with distorted faces. They were sweating profusely, and each of them was so frightened that they were about to faint. They know full well that they have done some shameful things, and they have done countless things to bully others and bully men and women.
With the nature of Holy Emperor Xuanyuan, all of them must die!
The temperament of Holy Emperor Xuanyuan is like the Xuanyuan Sword he forged with his own hands. He is hard, staunch, and unyielding. He cannot tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes, especially when he is still on the throne of the Human Emperor. The control of the Xiong clan people is a hundred times stricter than that of the people of other tribes.
The members of the Youxiong clan in that era were all brave and fearless warriors, and all of them were humble gentlemen. Their personal character and abilities were impeccable. During the reign of Holy Emperor Xuanyuan, there was the Xiong clan, and any ordinary clan member could be called a 'sage'.
But are there any Xiongs now...
A branch family leader whose face was extremely distorted and whose intelligence had been completely wiped out by fear rushed out of the crowd hysterically. With the strength of the elementary Wu Emperor, he soared into the sky, and he drew his sword and pointed it at the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan.
"Ancestor, Holy Emperor, we are your descendants! We are your direct blood descendants! We are the Xiong family! The noblest bloodline of the human race! We have more interests, we have more land, we have more What's wrong with taking possession of some children? What's wrong with that?"
"With your contribution to the human race and your great achievements, we should be aloof, and those ant-like people should kneel at our feet and let us take whatever we want!"
Xuanyuan Holy Emperor waved his right hand, and a sword shadow knocked the branch family leader away into thin air. His voice was like the sound of a sword, cold and murderous: "All achievements are my achievements; all achievements are my achievements. What does it have to do with your descendants? If you want merit, get it yourself; if you want merit, get it yourself." Go build it!”
"There is a foreign race in the north that has been entrenched for countless years! If your descendants are successful, they should slaughter the foreign race and make the Pangu world a paradise for our human race. How fat-skinned are you? How can my achievements become the support of you common people? ?”
"There is the Xiong clan, my blood descendant... My blood descendants are not only the Xiong clan?" Holy Emperor Xuanyuan laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the world and the earth: "But the mortals, all the immortals like us, Blood descendants... In my eyes, what is the difference between the Xiong clan and the clansmen of other tribes? In the final analysis, we are all descendants of Saint Pangu!"
"I, Gongsun Xuanyuan, am nothing more than an insignificant person among the countless descendants of Pangu Saint. I was lucky enough to be blessed with good fortune and established a meager meritorious service. I am gifted by heaven and earth and rewarded with immeasurable merits to help me condense my soul and become a witch god."
"In my heart, there is no distinction between clans, only the righteousness of the human race. Today I personally thoroughly investigate the Xiong clan, and all those who do evil will be killed. This has eliminated all the harm to the human race. But there are human clans, so today I will forget it. I will not hesitate to kill the entire Youxiong clan!"
All the branch family heads and branch elders collapsed to the ground in despair.
Holy Emperor Xuanyuan, their biggest support, their belief, their totem, their 'god', actually did not hesitate to slaughter the entire Youxiong clan for the sake of the common people!
God, Holy Emperor Xuanyuan is crazy!
Countless members of the Xiong clan who had done evil in the past wailed and burst into tears. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Emperor Xuanyuan for mercy. They all swore that they would change their minds and turn over a new leaf in the future.
Xuanyuan Holy Emperor's expression did not change at all, he shook his head gently and sighed. Looking at the clansmen crying and weeping all over the mountains and plains, he knew very well that there were probably only a few innocent people among the top brass of the Xiong clan.
His eyes suddenly turned cold, and Holy Emperor Xuanyuan stood up slowly. Seeing this scene, he no longer needed to deal with them with soul-searching witchcraft, and simply killed them all with one sword. He still has business to attend to, so where can he waste time with these unscrupulous descendants
A huge sword shadow slowly emerged behind Xuanyuan Holy Emperor, and a huge spiritual power spread out like a tide, instantly covering all the Youxiong clan members who were crying in pain. Anyone who is crying must have something evil in his heart, so it would not be a pity to kill them all. As for those who didn't cry on the spot, kill all those who cried bitterly and then identify them one by one.
Just as the sword shadow was about to fall, a ball of fire came through the sky. Ji Hao drove the Nine Dragon Chariot and rushed into the Bear Ruins as fast as possible.
"Holy Emperor, show mercy to the sword!" Ji Hao screamed at the top of his lungs. He brought the most urgent military intelligence report that Pusang had just received.
"The alien races are coming. The twelve cities of catastrophe are extremely powerful. The twelve ruling families have launched a full-scale massacre. All the alien evil spirits from Liangzhu, who are capable of fighting, have come out in full force." Ji Hao said angrily. Panting and shouting: "These people cannot be killed! Let them exchange their merits for their crimes and let them go to the battlefield to fight bloody battles with foreign races!"
Two flames shot out from Xuanyuan Holy Emperor's eyes, and he shouted in shock: "Twelve cities of catastrophe? Damn it! Have their strength grown to such an extent?"
On the ground, countless people of the Youxiong clan were crying and wailing as if they had seen a savior.
"Ancestor, Ancestor, we are willing to give up our merits!"
(End of chapter)