After taking away all the blood-stained ordnance and weapons of the Huaxu clan, Ji Hao visited more than a dozen top clans in succession.
The heads, elders, and branch heads of these big clans were also possessed by demons. However, like the Huaxu clan, the top big clans had enough foundation after all. Soon after becoming possessed, the chiefs of the major clans recovered under the protection of their ancestors. Wisdom.
When Ji Hao rushed there, more than a dozen top clans were fighting with the Huaxu clan and their own families. The ancestral land was almost razed to the ground. The clansmen suffered heavy casualties. The major branch tribes and tribes had already forged bonds with each other. A bloody feud.
Ji Hao used the magic spell to defeat the primitive demons that had formed in the hearts of these clan leaders, elders, and family heads, sealed the primitive demons in their hearts, and allowed them to restore their own spiritual wisdom. A small number of clan leaders, elders, and family heads have returned to their true nature, but most of the clan leaders, elders, and branch family heads can no longer look back.
Under the temptation of the original demon lord, they have understood the value of power and the sweetness of power. They deeply enjoy the wealth and children's enjoyment that power brings to them, etc. They are no longer controlled by the original demon lord - They have become demons themselves.
Ji Hao could clearly see the psychological changes of these people, and the chiefs of the major clans could also clearly see the mental changes of these elders and family heads. But they had no choice. Ji Hao definitely couldn't interfere in the internal affairs of the major clans, and it was impossible for the clan leaders to be ruthless enough to kill all the elders and family heads who had strange minds...
Silently collecting the ordnance and weapons of a large clan, Ji Hao silently turned around and left. He seemed to clearly hear the harsh cracking sound, just like the sudden collapse of an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years in the far north of Beiming. Within these large clans, countless things that were invisible to the naked eye but could be clearly felt by everyone had appeared. to the cracks.
"The clan..." When leaving the Suiren clan's ancestral land, Ji Hao shook his head vigorously, feeling the overwhelming heat emanating from the Suiren clan's ancestral land.
Behind him, the elders and family heads of the Suiren clan gave orders one after another, and the warriors from the major branches and tribes of the Suiren clan blew sharp horns. Those elders and family heads no longer united around the contemporary patriarch of the Suiren clan, but formed an independent body, leading their men to confront each other in formation.
If the heart is broken, the clan will be divided. Ji Hao had just left here when elders and family heads had already loudly questioned the Suiren clan leader, asking him to open the clan's treasure house and distribute the clan's treasures 'fairly and evenly' to 'high-level figures' who were 'qualified to take charge'!
As Ji Hao traveled farther and farther, the disputes within the Suiren clan and other large clans became more and more fierce and unstoppable.
In the southwest corner of Pangu Middle Continent, among the vast mountains, two dark mountains are like two screens facing each other across a deep valley. On the mountains of the two mountains, the four characters "Big Witch" and "Little Witch" were carved in bloody handwriting.
This is Da Wu Mountain and Xiao Wu Mountain. Between the two mountains, which are nearly a thousand miles high, stands a giant stone gate thousands of feet wide and ten thousand feet high. On the dark stone door, human blood was mixed with the blood of various ferocious birds and beasts, and after adding various blood-colored natural mineral powders, a lifelike and twisted evil ghost face was carved.
Hundreds of shamans from the early witch lineage, wearing animal skin soft armor, wearing helmets made of animal bones and skulls, holding bone staffs, and with ferocious faces, stood under the huge stone door, laughing strangely and flicking their fingers. , a little bit of miserable green phosphorus fire popped up, constantly burning a few white deer that were curled up on the ground and unable to move.
The huge white deer were imprisoned by witchcraft and could not move. The phosphorus fire fell on them, burning their skin and flesh to pieces. The phosphorus fire penetrated into their bones and internal organs. The pain made these white deer hiss and howl, "Yo yo" 'The howling sound spread far and wide.
Behind every wizard, there is a looming clone of the original demon that is filled with black smoke and ranges in height from several feet to dozens of feet. The eyes of these wizards flashed with a faint blood, which was exactly the same as the blood in the eyes of the original demon lord's clone behind them.
"Scream, scream... The more painful the scream, the sweeter the breath of the soul." A wizard with a face as ferocious as a skeleton hissed with a strange smile: "The more you scream, the more miserable you are, hehe, the more miserable you are. !”
Under the shroud of witchcraft, faint deer-shaped shadows flickered on the heads of several white deer. The souls of these white deer struggled and roared crazily, spreading painful and twisted soul fluctuations to the surroundings. Hundreds of wizards absorbed the pain waves emitted by the white deer with their greedy mouths, and each of them looked crazy as if they were drunk.
This is the Big and Small Wushan Mountains. The huge stone gate between the two mountains is called "Wumen". Passing through the Wumen and walking through a huge valley stretching for three thousand miles is the "Wuyuan", the core residence of the first witch lineage. Countless wizard families of the first witch lineage have lived here for generations. They have retained the most primitive, wildest, most savage, and most ferocious witchcraft inheritance of the ancient human race. They have also retained the most barbaric and ferocious habits of the ancient primitive tribes.
The weak and the strong, natural selection, the wizards of the First Witch lineage vividly interpret the laws of the jungle. After their painstaking twists and transformations, the cruel competition within the First Witch lineage is comparable to 'raising worms'.
Countless wizards shrouded in black smoke shuttled through the huge valley behind the Wumen. With twisted smiles, they carefully captured the countless poisonous insects and snakes in the valley. Or there may be wizards traveling around the Wushan Mountains, carefully picking useful herbs.
In many places in the Wushan Mountains, either under big rocks or beside ancient trees, wizards lit large piles of blue and green witch fires, and set up large earthen jars to prepare some strange potions. Thick smoke rose into the sky, and the smoke with a pungent medicinal smell mixed together and turned into a colorful rainbow, blocking the airspace of the entire Wushan Mountains.
On the top of the witch gate, on the wide stone beam, a dozen elders of the first witch lineage, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with the shadow of the original demon king behind them reaching a height of nearly ten thousand feet, sat quietly on large chairs made of black stone. They squinted their eyes and looked into the distance, watching the Crow Crow, whose body was covered with faint black and golden flames, spread its wings and carried Ji Hao to fly quickly towards the Big and Small Wushan Mountains.
"Child Ji Hao has arrived!" A junior witch elder suddenly sneered.
"He went to more than a dozen big clans and forcibly collected their weapons and weapons!" Another elder snorted coldly.
"We, the first witch lineage... are not easy to bully. No one can take away a piece of grass from our hands for nothing!" An elder showed his teeth and made a face: "Unless he gives something better in exchange. .”
"Ah, you can't change it. Haven't you heard? He was in those big clans, but he dispersed all the clones of the Demon Lord Ancestor!" An elder turned around and looked at the shadow of the Demon Lord with a solid breath behind him. , said in a cold voice: "The Demon Lord has given us strength and the hope of unifying the Pangu world... No one should want to separate us from the Demon Lord!"
The eyes of a dozen or so junior witch elders were filled with blood, and they looked at Ji Hao with particularly unkind looks.
(End of chapter)