In the Political Affairs Hall, Emperor Shun sat in the middle, and there were two tall figures surrounded by hazy mist on the left and right sides.

The four figures were about twice as tall as Di Shun, and the mist was rising all over his body, and the witch power emitted was old and ancient. The heavy and strong figure of Gaoguan was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was angry.

The confessions brought by Ji Hao, from those hunting teams to those "guides" dead soldiers, were suspended in the hall. The jade plates shone brightly, and everyone's confessions had been played.

Ji Hao sat calmly at the place where Emperor Shun started. Unlike the previous two days, he was no longer alone. Dozens of elderly Bohou with extremely high status sat beside him, sitting neatly behind him with more than 10,000 Bohou. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot and they gritted their teeth and looked at the jade plate floating in the air.

Some things are like pustules. If you don’t pick them up and run them out, you won’t know what they are going to be. Once they are picked up, the shocking scenes will always make people shocked, frightened, and then they will be so angry that they are almost desperate.

The dozens of large clans with the highest status and strongest power were actually corrupt and decayed to such a situation. Regardless of whether they colluded with foreign armies and planned to plot against Yaoshan City to commit ill-treatment against Puyang, the various unbearable situations revealed by the dead soldiers were torn a bloody crack between these large clans and ordinary tribes.

Everyone knows that from today on, the branch clan veins that have reproduced from major clans will be completely broken from those clans.

Many things are too dark, too bloody and cruel, too unkind, too desperate. Just like the son and daughter of the bear mastiff, and like the Qingyun Mountain lineage of the Mi family. They are crazy and conscientious. Who would have thought that those big clans could do such a thing?

For their own selfish desires and for the sake of power and profit, they have become like evil ghosts and no longer like one person!

In the past, they covered up these dark and shameful things very well. No one knew that they had done these things. The alien races of the Yu Dynasty became their best shield, and a lot of blood and darkness were placed on the alien races.

No one expected, no one believed they would do such a thing.

From Emperor Shun to Bohou of various tribes, from elders of all tribes to ordinary people, who would believe that the descendants of the ancient sage emperors and those powerful witch emperors who were noble and glorious like gods would do such unbearable things?

The Witch Emperor, the powerful Witch Emperor, and the Witch Emperor who is tall and above are like gods. Shouldn’t they be the guardian gods of the human race? Shouldn’t they stand on the front line of resisting the alien race, and use their own chests to block the bows and arrows that shoot at the human race people, and resist the swords that cut at the human race people?

Why do they do something more terrifying than the evil ghosts of alien races?

"How are they worthy of the Xiong's totem?" The yellow mist wrapped around his body, and the most fierce and fierce breathing of Emperor Xuanyuan roared in anger: "How dare they... how can they..."

An elder of Gongsun clutched out of the crowd tremblingly, and respectfully knelt on the ground to bow to the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan: "Old ancestors, most of the children of the Xiong lineage are still good! Over the years, they have also made achievements for the human race!"

The Emperor Xuanyuan pointed his hand and a sword energy roared out, piercing through the elder's shoulder. A large piece of blood spilled out. The Emperor Xuanyuan said angrily with a hint of violent aura: "Bastard! They have made achievements for the human race? Why don't you send out a soldier in this flood?"

Elder Gongsun was so scared that he lay on the ground and did not dare to move. No matter how he argued, this time the flood that almost destroyed the human race, their major clans only focused on protecting their own territory and tribesmen, and did not dispatch one army or another to serve the human race. This is an indisputable fact.

"You bunch of bastards, you may not have done anything to do evil, but you really know nothing about what they did?" Xuanyuan Holy Emperor was so angry that his body was shaken sharply. A harsh roar sounded in the Political Affairs Hall, and yellow sword energy appeared out of thin air, slowly pressing down on the Youxiong clan members present.

"When you worship your ancestors every year, you always told me that the tribesmen live and work in peace and peace, and the world is peaceful. Why didn't you tell me the truth at the sacrificial ceremony?" The Holy Emperor Xuanyuan was so angry that he was speechless, and his tongue was rolling when he spoke.

After all, he is not the original deity of the Emperor Xuanyuan. He is just a clone of the original deity, so his intelligence is quite limited and his personality has great flaws. Obviously, he has obtained more of the decisive side of the original body of the Emperor Xuanyuan, and his personality seems extremely irritable and violent.

As soon as he appeared, he killed hundreds of members of the Gongsun clan with one sword. That scene scared Ji Hao.

"We, we!" Elder Gongsun wanted to argue a few words, but he didn't say a word in the end. Yes, every year they would sacrifice to their ancestors and pray to the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan in the Youxiong Clan Temple.

But to be honest, the sacrifices and prayers to the Saint Emperor Xuanyuan... basically did not receive a response from the Saint Emperor Xuanyuan. Over time, this kind of sacrifice has become more of a performance show that reflects the cohesion of the clan and the authority and status of the senior family. Who would really tell the truth on this sacrifice?

To put it bluntly, the ancestral worship ceremony of major clans has basically become a ritual of "coaxing ghosts"!

"Forget it, if a person has poisonous sores, he will be dug it off." He snorted heavily, and Emperor Xuanyuan said very simply: "I am responsible for the suppression. I have been in a state of change these days and cannot stay for a long time. Emperor Shun used the 'Great Soul-Earing Curse' torture all the bastards of Youxiong. As long as they did something unbearable, they would be slaughtered and sent to fellow Taoists in the Underworld... to exchange a group of zombie puppets for a good exchange."

With a sneer, the Emperor Xuanyuan said extremely coldly: "They are useless to live. When they die, they can still make more contributions to the human race!"

The other three Saint Emperors nodded together and praised the Xuanyuan Saint Emperor's handling methods. They unanimously decided that the tribesmen of other major clans would also handle this.

The clan leader, elder, and core clan members of the major clans in the hall were so scared that they were no one looking, and they screamed in unison. Those clan members who had done bad things were naturally scared to their feces and pee, and those who had never done bad things were also scared to the sky.

The Great Soul-Eliminating Curse, the most cruel secret method of searching souls in the human race is to grind human souls into the smallest soul particles, and to check what they say and do in their lives like a silk thread and pull a cocoon. This method is very vicious. Even if the Witch Emperor is searched by the Witch Curse, 30% may die on the spot, 70% may become a madman, and one percent may be lucky if he is safe and sound.

If this method is really used to question all the people of the big clans, the most powerful big clans in the human race will inevitably be greatly damaged.
Chapter completed!