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Chapter 300: Rebel Wu Xiong Bei Xuan Chaos

On the ruins of Sucheng...

Countless figures stood like dead trees, scattered in every corner, with scorched earth, pits and rubble under their feet.

There were tens of thousands of people, yet they were silent. No one made a sound or spoke.

This scene doesn't seem like the human world, it's as if the underworld has descended into the world.

A faint mist shrouds these figures; if you look closer, you can vaguely make out their true features.

If Zhuang Tie or Bao Tiefeng were here, they would be surprised to find that many of the 'dead' warriors of Sucheng were among them, worshiping something in a certain direction with solemn expressions.

Well, some of them are even fellow disciples of Lu Zhigang, masters of the Goose Flying Fist.

The uniform faces extend forward to the only remaining half of the city wall of Sucheng.

"That day, the two great masters fought each other, and the bloodbath was so intense that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. The aftermath spread here, and the thousand-year-old city was destroyed in an instant."

"You are all survivors of the disaster. You are able to survive because of my protection. You should be grateful."

"These days, the greatest disaster is not disease, famine, or ghostly beasts. It is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster."

"You rely on your martial arts to bully the weak, but when you encounter a more powerful master, you will be reduced to ants in the blink of an eye."

"The order of this world is wrong and should be changed. I, Kunpeng, am willing to be the pioneer and lead you to carve out a new world."

"From now on, you don't have to be bound anymore!"

On a half-broken city wall, Kunpengzi sat cross-legged, his hair and beard messy from the wind.

But his voice was clearly heard by all the people behind him.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

One person began to repeat it, then thousands of people began to repeat it, and the slogan swept over the ruins like a wave.

Kunpengzi looked at the army with a satisfied smile, and then his body suddenly shook.

At this moment, Zhou You triggered the restriction in his senior brother's body, and he burned himself to death and turned into a torch.

He wiped his eyes, showing some sadness, and lamented, "My good disciple, you died for your master."

"Go with peace of mind. I won't let anyone go, Mo Yunzi or Gong Liangcheng."

"There is also the little girl from the Qi family. Don't you like her? I will also send her down to be buried with you."

After he finished speaking, his eyes showed determination. He raised his hand and waved it downwards. Grey transparent lines emerged from beneath his body, rising to the sky above his head, outlining a giant seal character.

The power of this seal character traveled through the void, starting from the ruins of Sucheng and heading north.

Going north from Sucheng, the area is sparsely populated. Many cities used to be located on this desolate land. Some of the smaller ones were not even half the size of Sucheng and Gongliang City, but some of the larger ones were even as beautiful as Fucheng.

But over the long years, these cities were destroyed for various reasons, and even their ruins were buried by dust.

There is no life here, the grass and trees are withered, there are no wild animals, no human traces, the world is vast and desolate, and it is lonely for eternity!

This desolate land has a unified name... the North.

For residents living in the Three Cities, the North is the end of the world, and it is difficult to imagine what is beyond the North.

People cannot cross the northern border, but the power of seal characters ignores the obstacles of space and terrain and allows them to pass through smoothly.

The final destination of the seal script was a group of black mountains towering under the gray sky. The mountains, of varying heights and thickness, were as black as ink, gathering together on this land to dominate.

Apart from this, there is no flat land or running water around!
A hand took the information from the seal script and slowly withdrew into the Black Mountain group.

"here we go!"

This is a sturdy man wearing animal skins, standing on an ancient altar, surrounded by people kneeling on the ground.

Whether they are strong men or people kneeling down, their clothes and costumes can even be traced back to ancient times, as if they walked down from the murals.

"The world is changing, the era of warriors has come to an end, and it is our turn to take the stage."

The sturdy man in animal skins clasped his hands together with a pious expression, "The power to open the Nine Cauldrons of Heaven and Man should originally be a witch, not a warrior."

"The despicable Yuanchu Martial Saint misinterpreted the inscription on the tripod and stole the power that belongs to me, the sorcerer, and planted the hidden danger of backlash."

"My tribe migrated to this miserable land outside the extreme borders, and we have endured until now, and finally we have waited for the day to come out."

"The vanguard has entered the border. Pass on my order. All tribes are mobilized to move the monuments, migrate, and seize the land."

After the order was issued, thousands of Black Mountains began to boil. Crowds of people swarmed out of caves and pits, roaring and waving their weapons.

The young and middle-aged men in the tribe have various patterns engraved on their skin, such as vines and feathers, which are combined with the texture of blood vessels in the body. The surging blood exudes powerful power, and the whole place is full of qi and blood, and the levels of martial artists.

There was even a strong martial arts level aura, scattered among the crowd, taking the lead.

Even the weakest women and children had strength flowing through their limbs, and could easily lift hundreds of pounds of leather rolls and dried meat.

The old witches played ancient musical instruments to drive away the herds of beasts and insects they had captive, forming a dark cloud-like scene on the ground.

The wild beasts and strange insects in the harsh environment are generally ferocious and strong, with amazing bite force. They lower their heads to pick up stones as snacks, chewing them into pieces with a crunching sound, and poisonous gas spreads as they swallow and exhale.

Along with this sea of ​​people, there are also microscopic insects, disease gases, etc. that are visible to the naked eye. Once they enter the northern territory, they will inevitably sweep in all directions and cause endless plagues and diseases.

Although the world has forgotten this ethnic group, scholars who study ancient history still remember it.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, when the Martial Saint overcame all obstacles and ushered in a new era, there was a tribe that called themselves "Witches". The strong ones in the tribe were called Great Witches, and the king among the Great Witches was called the Witch King.

Yuanchu Wusheng killed ten witch kings in a row, completely defeated the witch clan's power, and drove them to the poor mountains and bad waters outside the border.

The battle between the warriors and the witches is more reflected in the differences in power and the understanding and analysis of the Nine Cauldrons of Heaven and Man.

The power of the witch clan also comes from strengthening the body, but the difference is that the witch clan worships their ancestors and regards them as the source of power.

On the other hand, although warriors also worship their ancestors, they do not worship them blindly and believe that strength comes from themselves.

Both of them delved into the Nine Cauldrons of Heaven and Man, but their differences grew larger and larger. The warriors insisted that words carried power, but the witches preferred graphics, and even evolved a totem culture that flourished at the time.

In the end, the disagreement had evolved into a life-and-death struggle, which led to the historic event of the Martial Saint exiling the Witch Clan.

Today, the Martial Saint of the early Yuan Dynasty has long passed away, and the last Martial Saint in the world has also been gone for many years.

However, the Wu Clan has been struggling and multiplying outside the country, and has continued to this day, and has begun to counterattack.

Looking down from the sky, the crowd pouring out of the Black Mountain was like countless streams merging into one, and the direction they were flowing was clearly... the direction where Sucheng, Gongliangcheng and Fucheng were located.

This area where three cities coexist guards the northern border and is designated as Beixuan Province among the fifty provinces divided into the world.

The Witch Clan reappeared in the world, and their first target was Beixuanzhou!
(End of this chapter)