The two demigods were terrified.
They reacted very quickly, and they clearly ran away before the man took action, but why were they still caught up by him?
Now, they fell into each other's bloody hands.
The infinite power of the palm made it impossible for them to break free.
A feeling of sadness and despair grew in my heart.
They even find it ridiculous.
After cultivating for eternity and surviving for several epochs, in this era, he was actually restrained by a young practitioner at such a long distance using a blood palm, making it difficult to resist.
What a travesty and a great shame!
The bloody palm shimmering with chaotic golden light quickly retracted from the starry sky back to the sky above Tucheng.
Immediately, Jun Wuxie threw the two men on the high platform in the square in the center of Tucheng, sealing their cave.
The eyes of the Xia people were focused on them for an instant, and the hatred and murderous intent in their eyes were extremely intense at this moment.
"Hahaha!"
The Xia clan chief and others looked up to the sky and laughed, with tears in their eyes.
"I never thought you would be here today!
You shameless people are finally getting your comeuppance! "
People from the Xia tribe threw things at them, including rocks and ore scraps.
Although it is impossible to hit a demigod, being hit like this by a group of low-level people is tantamount to humiliation for them.
Jun Wuxie entered the city with three demigods and threw forty demigods on the stage.
Everyone in the city was shocked, and the whole city fell silent instantly. They couldn't believe their eyes.
You don't know that these people are demigods. You don't know the others, but you know Emperor Atu and the masters of the nine major forces.
The status of these people is too high, and their portraits and images have long been circulated throughout the continent.
"this……"
They were so shocked that they were speechless, and some couldn't believe that the scene in front of them was real.
"These should all be participants back then, and they are all here now."
Jun Wuxie said, kicking Emperor Atu, and then pointed at the girl Gu Zu who was practicing swordsmanship, and said: "See if you recognize her. I can feel the guilt for your Xia clan from her emotions."
The Xia people moved their eyes to the woman's face and looked at her carefully, with a look of thinking in their eyes.
Immediately, many people were shocked and exclaimed, "Are you Atu Yingli?"
The expressions of the Xia people couldn't help but become complicated.
The girl they were staring at was really Atu Yingli?
The girl couldn't help but lower her head when she heard the Xia people shouting her name and saw the complicated expressions on their faces.
With her cold temperament, she actually shed tears in front of everyone.
Jun Wuxie was quite surprised that a demigod from the Atu tribe, a cold-tempered demigod, could actually shed tears in front of the Xia tribe.
He could tell that most of Atu Yingli's tears came from regret and guilt.
At this time, the patriarch left in a hurry and came back soon with a scroll in his hand.
He shook the scroll, and the scroll flew up, slowly unfolded in the air, and bloomed with light.
The scroll is very simple, and it depicts a woman who has conquered the country and is exactly the same as the woman who practices swordsmanship.
The blooming light of the portrait is reflected in the air, projecting the three-dimensional appearance of the woman, and there is also a poem, a love poem.
When the woman saw the portrait and the poem, she suddenly broke down, covering her face and crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your Xia clan!
I was unable to change the clan's decision back then, and I couldn't save you, and I can't change the current situation of the Xia clan these years. I have no shame to see you Xia clan people, and I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness..."
With tears streaming down her face, she choked and murmured to the scroll in the air, "I know that our Atu people have sinned deeply, and as an important figure in the Atu people, I should die too!
I just want to meet you under the spring, and don’t hate me..."
After she finished speaking, her body was ignited with soul flames, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.
This means burning one's soul to death.
"Jun Shen!"
When the Xia people saw Atu Yingli doing this, they couldn't help but ask Jun Wuxie for help.
"You don't hate her?"
Jun Wuxie took action to extinguish Atu Yingli's soul fireworks to prevent him from committing suicide, but Atu Yingli was determined to die, and there was no longer any life in his pupils.
"Senior Ying Li, you are the woman that our ancestors loved deeply back then. We also know that you have no intention of persecuting our Xia clan, but you are involuntarily unable to stop it.
Our ancestor is deceased, but he will always live in our hearts. He is the hero of the Xia tribe.
We don’t want to see you like this…”
The Xia clan chief and others said these words with complicated emotions.
"Thank you for not blaming me, but Atu Yingli no longer has the courage and meaning to live. Please let me be free."
She didn't want to live in pain and confusion.
All these years of suffering are just for the sake of becoming the number one member of the Atu tribe one day. At that time, there may be a way to help the Xia tribe get out of trouble.
That was her goal, the only motivation to live to atone for the Attu people's sins.
Now, she is no longer needed, the Xia clan has regained their freedom, and her life has no meaning.
Instead of suffering in guilt and self-blame every day, it is better to return to dust and return to dust.
"Senior Sakurai..."
The people of the Xia clan were anxious when they saw that she wanted to die, but they didn't know how to persuade her.
They knew very well how much their ancestors loved Atu Yingli, otherwise they would not have preserved the portrait and left it so that future generations would know of her existence.
Speaking of hatred, the Xia Clan really didn’t hate Atu Yingli.
Aeons ago, the Totem Sacrifice God told them in some way that Atu Yingli might be a glimmer of hope to help the Xia tribe get out of their predicament in the future.
It's just that I didn't expect that a powerful person like Jun Wuxie would come to the mainland and solve all the problems, and there would be nothing wrong with Atu Yingli.
"Atu Yingli, you were unable to stop it and didn't dare to stand up against your tribe. Now you don't even have the courage to live?
Whether it was then or now, you are an avoider.
The Xia people have endured many hardships, but they have survived them all.
They don't hate you because of your status in the Attu tribe, but you can't forgive yourself.
If you really feel that you owe the Xia Clan, then you should cheer up and help the Xia Clan return to glory in the future! "
Jun Wuxie's cold voice, which contained laws, sounded like a dragon's roar in Atu Yingli's ears and mind, deafening and shocking her mind.
Atu Yingli turned to look at him, her helpless eyes gradually brightened, "You're right, I shouldn't run away anymore, I should do something for the Xia Clan to make up for my past debts..."
"Ying Li! You traitor, I didn't expect that today, an eternity later, you would still be thinking about that person!
Is he so unforgettable for you? "
The other demigods of the Attu tribe glared, angry and shocked by her words and actions.
Over the long years, they had never heard Ying Li mention a word about that person, so they thought she had forgotten it long ago.
As a result, she still loves the dead man to this day!
"Traitor? Are your actions back then not traitors to the Xia Clan?
What qualifications do you have to say these two words?
And I just love what I love, what’s wrong with me!
My love has become so weak and ridiculous because of your actions.
He just left too early. If he hadn't died back then, none of you would have dared to touch a hair of the Xia clan!
When he was alive, you bowed your heads. After he died, you attacked the Xia clan.
Hahaha, you bunch of trash who bully the weak and fear the strong! "
"You... shut up!"
A middle-aged man yelled, he was Atu Yingli's cousin.
He didn't expect that his cousin had such a deep hatred for them in his heart, that he had never noticed it in all eternity, and that it was so well hidden.
Jun Wuxie stepped forward and stomped on the man's face, causing his voice to stop abruptly.
Immediately, he unlocked Atu Yingli's cave seal and said: "Are there any strong demigods among the nine major forces on this continent?"
"Yes, but the number is far less than ours. Each of their factions has roughly five demigods. Three of them came today, and two factions came with four. There are not many left."
Atu Yingli seemed to know Jun Wuxie's plan and reminded: "Their sect or family has a magic circle."
"How does it compare with your empire's magic circle?"
"It's quite different."
"Where is the talisman master of your empire? Why haven't you seen him in the imperial city?"
This is a question that Jun Wuxie really wants to know.
"They are not in the imperial city. They are in a city far away from the imperial city. There is a secret realm there with a special flow of time. All the talisman masters are practicing in it and studying the talismans."
"Very good, you lead the way and you go and capture all those Talisman Masters."
Jun Wuxie said to Atu Yingli and a young demigod from the Yinming tribe.
Later, he got the location of the nine major forces from Atu Yingli, and disappeared into Tucheng with Yueyao.
This day is destined to be the day of bloodshed on this continent, and also the day of change.
Jun Wuxie went to the nine major forces respectively, forcefully entered their families or sects, and killed all the demigods.
The nine major forces were in a state of gloom and mist, as if they were mourning a heir, and they were in constant panic all day long.
Even after Jun Wuxie left for a long time, there was still silence in their family and sect, and they were frightened to death.
When he and Yueyao returned to Tucheng, Atu Yingli and the demigod from the Yinming tribe he sent out also came back and brought back all the talisman masters.
Among them, there are hundreds of holy talisman masters in the ten realms, and dozens at the top of the ten realms.
Not all of them are from this era, there are only about twenty people from the current era, and the others have fallen asleep from other eras.
There are a lot of people under the Tenth Realm, especially there are a large number of Talisman Masters in the Third Realm and the Fourth Realm, the number is in the millions.
These are all those with Talisman talent selected from the Attu Empire competition.
Talisman masters are quite rare and very precious.
It is also very slow to cultivate and requires a lot of resources.
Jun Wuxie was reluctant to kill these talisman masters.
In the end, he used the Scripture of Saving People to save all these Talisman masters.
"Clan Chief, I will stay on this continent to help these Talisman Masters help you, the Xia Clan.
In the future, when you have integrated the power of the continent, are you willing to follow me to the starry sky that your ancestors once guarded, to resist the invasion of darkness and quell the torrent of the apocalypse? "
"Junshen, you have shown kindness to the Xia Clan. As long as Junshen doesn't dislike it, the Xia Clan is willing to go through fire and water for you!"
The clan leaders and senior officials of the Xia clan all expressed their stance.
They were really grateful to this young man for saving their Xia clan from eternal suffering and giving them hope in the darkness.
"Okay, then you should practice hard on this continent so that you can kill more enemies when the flood of the apocalypse is calmed down in the future.
Now, you take them to the spiritual tablets of your Xia people, ask them to repent, and then chop off their heads as a memorial. This grudge can be understood for the time being.
For the rest of the Atu tribe, which ones should be killed and which ones should be kept, you will decide for yourself in the future when you have the strength.
After doing this now, I will solve the problem of blood curse for you, and then take you to the Flame Mountains according to the requirements of your totem sacrifice to the god. "
After Jun Wuxie finished speaking, he took action directly, penetrated the caves of the dozens of demigods, activated the devouring power of the Life Star, sucked their law energy and life essence into the body, purified them and stored them in the Eighty-nine Mysterious Palaces.
Those demigods let out shrill screams and stared at him with extremely malicious eyes, full of hatred and coldness.
Soon, the energy in their bodies was almost completely absorbed, leaving only a little bit of life essence.
At this time, they lost their strength and were not much stronger than ordinary people. They were dragged towards their ancestral hall by the Xia clan people.
These demigods were forced to kneel in humiliation and kowtow in the ancestral hall, their heads smashed.
Finally, amidst their screams, their heads were cut off by the Xia people and used as memorials.
This memorial ceremony took a long time and lasted until the next day.
When the senior officials of the Xia clan returned to the square in the center of the city, Jun Wuxie sat cross-legged on the high platform.
"You all sit down, relax physically and mentally, don't resist, just leave everything to me."
Jun Wuxie opened his eyes, and the voice spread to every corner of the city. Everyone could hear it clearly and hurriedly followed his instructions.
Although the square is large, it cannot accommodate everyone in the Xia clan. ,
A population of several hundred million requires a large space.
Therefore, Jun Wuxie did not ask them all to gather here, as long as they stayed in the city.
Next, every inch of his body's skin and every pore overflowed with chaos gold blood.
These blood energy turned into thousands of strands, like tiny threads, covering the entire city and penetrating into the bodies of every Xia clan member.
He temporarily activated the power of the gods in the realm of gods, attached it to the blood threads, and entered the bodies of the Xia people. With his powerful perception, he quickly discovered the curse hidden in their blood.
This kind of curse is a special secret technique, which is actually not very clever. After all, it is just something created by a group of demigods.
With a few tricks, he easily erased the curse mark from the bloodline of everyone in the Xia clan.
The moment the curse mark disappeared, everyone in the Xia clan felt a strange and indescribable feeling all over their body, as if the shackles had been removed from their bodies, and their whole people felt a strong sense of relief.
"Is our blood curse really gone?"
The people of the Xia tribe couldn't believe it, their expressions were a little dull.
The blood curse has troubled the Xia clan for eternity, like a nightmare that lingers and cannot be solved.
Now, the nightmare that haunted the Xia people was finally eliminated, and the shackles were broken.
From now on, the Xia people will surely move towards glory and prosperity, and regain their former brilliance!
Many Xia people had tears in their eyes, especially the older ones, who were deeply touched.
"Thank you Lord Lord for your kindness in reincarnation. We, the Xia Clan, have nothing to repay. We only hope that we can follow Lord Lord to clear away the darkness in the future!"
Their ancestors died fighting the darkness.
If Jun Shen's ambition is to calm the flood of the apocalypse, then following Jun Shen in the future, they will do the same thing as their ancestors did back then.
That can be regarded as inheriting the legacy of our ancestors!
