Chapter 1501: The Methods of the Strong Barbarians

That's right.

For these great witches, this is a carnival. Those Daluo Jinxian and Hunyuan Zhenxian are all entangled by the ancestor witches. Although the remaining hundreds of billions of immortals and gods are numerous, they are far from being the opponents of these great witches.

Each great witch manifested a thousand-foot-tall true body and displayed all kinds of mysterious laws inherited from the ancestor witches. In addition, all the great witches had cultivated Pangu's true body, and their physical bodies were terrifying.

The physical bodies of these great wizards alone were powerful enough to withstand the magical powers of the Golden Immortal, so they rushed into the interior of hundreds of billions of immortals and gods, not trying to hide from the magical powers coming from all directions, but just moving around wantonly, strangling each other, shouting and fighting fiercely, and laughing.

This wanton slaughter in this battle made them go crazy and attack without any scruples. All the eternal forces in the heavens and all the worlds immediately suffered terrible damage.

Boom!
A terrifying flame suddenly erupted from Zhu Rong's body. With the help of the explosive power of the divine fire, he burst out with incredible speed, rushed to the dodging Ye Tiandu, and punched him hard, hitting Ye Tiandu on the forehead.

Bang!
Half of Ye Tiandu’s head exploded. If he hadn’t dodged a little, his entire head would have turned into bloody mist and his true spirit would have been shattered.

Even so, Zhurong's divine fire still spread in his wounds, burning fiercely, and a torch rose up.

"Save him alive!"

Qiang Yi spoke hurriedly, saying that Ye Tiandu and other Hunyuan True Immortals were a rare fighting force, and although they were no match for the Ancestral Witch, their future development was limitless.

Zhu Rong looked at Qiang Yi in surprise, and heard Qiang Yi say loudly: "My brothers, although these immortal gods from the lower world are vulnerable, there are many of them. I just became the ancestor witch of the origin, and I haven't had time to create my own bloodline clansmen. Why don't I subdue them all and let them serve my witch clan as a punishment for their blasphemy against Mount Buzhou?"

"Qiang Yi, think carefully. We, the Wu Clan, are not of the same kind as these immortal cultivators. Are you sure you can subdue them?"

Di Jiang's eyes narrowed and he asked with some doubt.

"If they don't surrender, then they will all be destroyed!"

Qiang Yi laughed grimly, "In my opinion, these immortal gods from the lower world who came from the heavens and myriad worlds have no one to rely on in the prehistoric world. If they become a subsidiary race of my Wu clan, they can also play a significant role. At least it shouldn't be difficult for them to refine magic weapons and elixirs and set up large formations. Isn't this what my Wu clan lacks!"

Qiang Yi accurately focused on the weak spots of the Wu clan.

Currently, the only ones who can refine magical weapons are Zhu Rong and the great witches under him, but there are only a few of them, and even if they try their best to refine them, they are not enough to supply the entire witch clan.

What's more, there is no one in the Wu Clan who can refine elixirs. When their members are injured, they can only rely on their own recovery ability to fight back. If the injury is minor, it's fine, but once they are seriously injured, they often won't survive.

All kinds of large formations are what the witch clan lacks the most. They can only use the witch sacred texts to arrange some strange restrictions. Although Hou Tu learned some superficial formations from Fuxi through Nuwa, she is not an immortal cultivator after all, and the mysteries of formations cannot be learned in a short period of time.

"Qiang Yi is right. If we can subdue these immortals and gods, it will be the best supplement for our Wu clan."

Hou Tu also spoke.

Di Jiang always listened to Hou Tu's advice. When he saw Hou Tu said so, he waved his hand suddenly. The space around him suddenly became stagnant and everything in this space was suppressed.

Although Sha Huantian and other Hunyuan True Immortals felt that they could break free from this suppression, it was too late. At the moment when the space was stagnant, Di Jiang directly shuttled through the void and appeared in front of every Hunyuan True Immortal and Daluo Jinxian almost at the same time. His flashing fists severely injured everyone, leaving them with little power to resist.

It would be fine if these eternal forces in the heavens and myriad worlds could leave Mount Buzhou. They could just flee in all directions, and no matter how powerful the Witch Clan was, it would be impossible for them all to be captured.

But once they leave the Buzhou Mountain, without the repulsion of Pangu's coercion, the punishment of the Supreme Heaven will strike them to death. They are now in a state of despair and cannot move forward or backward.

At this time, Ye Tiandu and others remembered Zhang Qian's warning. They thought how ridiculous it was that they had previously boasted that they wanted to join forces to destroy the Witch Clan and occupy Mount Buzhou.

Only now do I realize how terrifying the Witch Clan is. This force is so powerful that it is unbelievable. If they were not small in number, who in the world could stop them?

"Did you all hear that?" Qiang Yi stared fiercely at the immortals Hunyuan Zhenxian and Daluo Jinxian who had lost the power to resist, "Either you surrender to my Wu clan, or you all die. You have no third choice!"

"That's right. Brother Qiangyi doesn't have any fighting power under his command right now. You guys are just right to work under him. Brother Qiangyi, since it's your suggestion, you can subdue these people!"

Zhu Rong and others had no interest in Ye Tiandu and others, and had no intention of competing with the powerful barbarians.

In their hearts, the witch clan is the most perfect creatures in the world, and the others are ants, not worth mentioning.

None of the twelve ancestor witches wanted to rule over these immortal gods from the lower realm. Since Qiangyi has not yet created descendants of his own bloodline, and it was his suggestion, let him subdue and rule these immortal gods.

“Hahaha, thank you all brothers. I am very interested in them!” He turned his head to look at the battlefield that had slowly stopped. His three-headed, six-armed ten-foot-tall true body stood up and shouted loudly: “If you want to live, swear to the Great Dao and submit to me, Qiangyi. Otherwise, you will all be ashes!”

"you……!"

"impossible!"

Some arrogant people were furious. They didn't want to surrender to this monster-like existence.

Boom!
However, just as those immortals who wanted to refute opened their mouths, black holes suddenly appeared and sucked them all into the black holes, turning them into bloody mist.

"Are there any more people? I just didn't kill them all to my heart's content!"

The murderous aura of Qiang Yi spread out, affecting the entire battlefield and horrifying countless people.

Ye Tian, ​​who only had half of his head left, looked at each other with Sha Huantian, Si Xian Daojun, the Lord of the Netherworld, and Tian Xuan Yuanjun, all of whom showed deep helplessness.

Do they have any other choice?
No!

If they leave Mount Buzhou, they will be struck to death by heaven. If they stay here and do not submit to this powerful barbarian, they will be wiped out by the witch clan. Either way will lead to death. The only way to survive is for them to submit to others.

Although this is a difficult choice, Ye Tiandu and others made the decision decisively. Who wants to die when you can live?
Any cultivator who has embarked on the path to immortality, any living being who has become extraordinary and above the mundane world, will not seek to be a hero.

To put it more extremely, all monks, no matter what kind of creatures, as long as they become monks, their mentality will naturally transform into the ultimate egoism.

Everything they do is to benefit themselves, to make themselves further along, and to live longer.

Putting oneself in danger just for the sake of face is something only a fool would do.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more selfish people are; the supreme saints are the ultimate selfish. It’s just that their selfishness has reached the extreme, which becomes another kind of selflessness.

(End of this chapter)