Witch Wind - Chapter 335: Raging Like Fire

three days ago.

Because of the death of Lao Hu San and the massive explosion of corpses in Luhua Hall, Chisheli was directly hit hard. In the city of Chujing, all forces, official and civilian, who were well-informed and could get through the heavens and the earth, took action.

There is a strange bird on the Yaksha star called the "Dragon Bird". It has an ugly appearance and looks a bit like a ferocious devil. There are no feathers on its wings, but extremely delicate scales. It is not big, only about one foot long, but it can fly extinct. Its speed is even faster than that of ordinary immortals who perfectly control their flying swords and fly desperately.

After the explosion in Green Flower Hall, various forces tried desperately to find out the inside story. Countless spies came and went near Green Flower Hall. Some people with powerful connections even had direct access to the bodies of the guards who were killed in Chishe.

A large group of dragon birds took off into the sky and headed straight for Yaksha City.

Located in the southwest of Chujing, with its back against a mountain and surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is a vast expanse of water in front of it. Several large rivers converge here to form a lake that stretches for thousands of miles. Between the mountains and the lake stands a huge city that is extremely in line with the aesthetics of the Yaksha tribe. It is cast with huge stones mixed with metal liquid and has seven layers of walls inside and outside, and each layer of walls is hundreds of feet high.

This is Yaksha City.

The gray-yellow stone walls were painted with reddish-brown mineral paint, with large patches of totem patterns and various primitive runes whose meanings were unknown. These totems and runes had no special effects, but were just some marks of the primitive religion believed in by the Yaksha tribe.

The magic and supernatural powers of the Miao people of Jiuzhou do not work in this world, and the Yaksha power of the Yaksha people is originally a killing force, and they do not have any truly magical means.

These totems and runes are merely used by the Yaksha King in power to highlight their own ethnic culture and ethnic characteristics and to intimidate ordinary Yaksha people and Kyushu Miao people. That's all.

Large flocks of dragon birds flew in at high speed from the northeast, causing a commotion in Yaksha City.

The dragon birds soared and broke through the air at high speed. Even though the delicate scales on their bodies had extremely strong wind-breaking capabilities, their speed was too fast and still caused a faint sonic boom like thunder in the air.

Moreover, Yaksha City is the royal capital of the Yaksha clan, and the number of Tiger Guards stationed there is as high as one million. Both in terms of equipment and personal strength, they are far superior to Chu Jing's colleagues.

Seeing large flocks of dragon birds flying in one after another, on the outermost city wall, several Yaksha generals with three heads and six arms or three heads and eight arms roared in frustration, pulled their bows, and shot a burst of arrows.

"Assholes, the king has issued an order to strictly prohibit the private possession of dragon birds and the secret transmission of information... These guys are really not afraid of death."

The generals of the Huben Army shouted and cursed angrily.

"Okay, we can report now." The generals of the Huben Army held the slender dragon bird, shook it gently, and smiled with satisfaction.

Once the bodies of the five hundred dragon birds are handed over, each one can be exchanged for a considerable reward.

Of course, they have the ability to intercept all... or at least most of the Dragon Birds. If it were the uncivilized Yaksha people countless years ago, they would have carried out the orders of the Yaksha Palace with the utmost loyalty and tried their best to shoot down all the Dragon Birds.

However, under the influence of the Miao people of Jiuzhou, these Tiger Guards who were stationed in Yaksha King City had already understood what "human relations and worldly wisdom" were - those who were qualified to raise dragon birds, those who were qualified, courageous, and capable of raising so many dragon birds, must be top dignitaries and giants...

Just for the sake of it, intercept a small half and get it done, everyone can explain everything... If we really shoot down all the Dragon Birds, hey, aren't we afraid that one day we will suddenly receive an order to lead the army to the northern border to wipe out the alien race, and run into a heavy encirclement of the enemy that is thousands of times our number?

This kind of thing has happened before.

Your own future and life are important, aren't they?

Several generals of the Huben Army were walking around carrying the killed dragon birds, and were about to take the bodies of the dragon birds to report to their superiors. The bodies of the dragon birds suddenly disintegrated, and the muscle fibers blossomed like flowers. Black, strange objects that looked like tapeworms swayed in the muscle fibers, and slowly exhaled a thin black mist.

But after they were killed, as dead objects, Liushang Voodoo used their flesh as a culture medium and began to rapidly multiply and mutate, madly spreading new voodoo in all directions.

These overly rough Tiger and Leopard Army generals approached the mutated dragon bird corpses out of curiosity and sniffed them fiercely.

A large group of Tiger and Leopard Army soldiers nearby also came over curiously, pointing at the broken apart dragon birds. Unconsciously, they all inhaled some of the black mist emitted.

Thousands of dragon birds flew into the Yaksha King City. These living dragon birds did not break apart, but with every breath they took, a cloud of thin voodoo would spray out from their bodies.

As large groups of Yaksha people roamed around, exchanging information with each other, gathering information, discussing countermeasures, etc.... the efficiency of the spread of Liushang voodoo was greatly enhanced.

When the Yaksha people in Chujing began to cough violently, large groups of Yaksha people in Yaksha City also began to cough frantically, cough, cough... coughing up blood, coughing up lung fragments, coughing until their internal organs were torn apart, coughing until they fainted and convulsed, until they coughed to death.

Large groups of Yaksha people fell to the ground one after another, as if their bones had been pulled out, and they were limp and unable to move. Some of the Yaksha people had a large number of pustules growing densely on their skin, followed by a series of "smacking" sounds.

A large number of pustules burst open, pus splashed everywhere, and Liushang voodoo spread even more happily in Yaksha City.

There are dozens of large cities of the Yaksha tribe around Yaksha City, which rely on this lake and the rivers connected by it for water. In Yaksha City, the voodoo broke out, and before the Yaksha people could figure out what was going on, the thin voodoo had already flowed along the lake and river water and quietly sneaked into several nearby cities.

Yaksha City, in the north, on a high hill.

The Yaksha Palace, built of huge stones, was like a lazy monster, perched on a high hill, stretching for dozens of miles, with great power and fierce aura. In contrast, the Western Chu Palace, which covered less than a hundred acres of land under the high hill, was like a small egg, casually held in the palm of the giant beast.

Xiang Yi, the current emperor of Western Chu, who was only seven years old, stood trembling in the hall, wearing a fur battle robe that was in line with Ye Sha's aesthetic taste. Around him were a dozen imperial officials, half of whom were from the Yaksha tribe and half were from the Miao tribe of Kyushu.

Xiang Yi was too timid to look at his godmother - sometimes, he really didn't understand how this godmother, who herself wasn't even married yet, could become his godmother?

Moreover, this godmother doesn't have any feminine quality at all.

Xiang Yi clearly remembered that last year, a palace maid beside him was grabbed by this godmother and eaten alive in front of him with a "crunch, crunch" sound just because she tied a silk embroidered handkerchief made of Kyushu silk around him.

If it were an ordinary child, he would have been scared crazy by the cruel scene of eating people alive.

With drooping eyelids, Xiang Yi was timid and trembling like a frightened little animal, reciting in a soft voice the "Great Yaksha Sutra" compiled by an unknown high priest of the Yaksha tribe.

"At that time, the world was in chaos, and there was a chicken egg inside. The Yaksha Ancestor was sleeping there, and suddenly he felt suffocated. So..."

This is a scripture that tells the story of how the so-called Yaksha Ancestor created the world and all living things. Now, this scripture has become an enlightenment book that all children in the Western Chu Empire must memorize by heart.

The effect is still very good.

He memorized the 30,000-word Mahayana Sutra, which was long, dry, and crude, without missing a word. After his godmother came to the Holy Mother, she selected a few sentences from the sutra and asked Xiang Yi to explain them one by one.

Xiang Yi's explanation was clear, his arguments were crisp, his tone was respectful, and his demeanor was gentle. He was like a tamed little animal, extremely well-behaved.

The godmother laughed wildly and slapped her fat thighs: "Good, good, good, good boy. I will go back and report to the king. Xiang Yi, you are now truly like an emperor."

"Hey, now that's more appropriate. Last time you were wearing a silk sweat towel around your waist?" The godmother shouted in disgust after reaching the Holy Mother's throne: "This is outrageous. You are the emperor of the Western Chu Empire, and you have to act like a Yaksha, wearing animal skins, heavy armor, holding a big knife, and killing people."

Xiang Yi smiled and knelt down to pay homage to his godmother, the Holy Mother.

The godmother nodded in satisfaction after she became a saint. She looked at the dozen or so imperial officials in the hall and said, "Emperor, you have taught well... Starting tomorrow, let the emperor start learning the imperial laws."

She pointed at Xiang Yi again and said in a deep voice: "Remember, be a good emperor. What is a good emperor? One who can make the Yaksha people live and work in peace and contentment is a good emperor... Don't learn from your brother, don't learn from him."

Xiang Yi smiled and kowtowed, his forehead making loud bangs.

Just because a Yaksha noble suddenly went crazy on the street, he kidnapped a Kyushu girl, molested and humiliated her, then tore her in half and swallowed her alive.

My brother, just punish that Yaksha noble and pay a sum of money to the girl's family...

As a result, his brother is still imprisoned in the underground palace of the Yaksha King's Mansion. It is said that every day there are women from the Yaksha tribe who force him to have sex with them, hoping to obtain better bloodline descendants from him.

The relatives of the murdered girl were all wiped out. They were all captured alive and sent to the camp of the Tiger Guards, turning into a faint smell of meat.

After becoming a saint, the godmother smiled brightly.

Several Yaksha ministers smiled brightly.

Several ministers from Kyushu smiled brightly, but beneath their smiles, there was a hint of gloom, and even their deepest murderous intent towards Xiang Yi was almost bursting out.

At this time, the godmother began to cough after she became a saint.

Many elite spies and some masters from the royal palace are rushing to Chujing.

She also personally touched the secret letters sent back from Chujing, and personally stroked the dragon birds that had worked so hard to send the letters back from Chujing.

She started coughing.

Several burly Yaksha maids behind her began to cough.

As he coughed, blood spurted out.

He coughed and coughed until the minced meat came out.

As he coughed, large blisters on his body swelled and burst, and pus splattered everywhere. Before it even hit the ground, it turned into balls of light mist and spread rapidly in all directions.

Outside the hall, a large group of elite Yaksha soldiers also began to cough. They were unsteady on their feet, and many of them fell to the ground while coughing. Some even fell on their backs, without even the strength to turn over.

Their eyes flickered and they stared at the Yaksha people in silence.

After a long, long time, a white-haired old man who was a top official in the dynasty slowly said, "The Yaksha royal family is born with strong bodies. In this world, they don't suffer from diseases... Symptoms like this, hehe."

"Haha!" Another first-rank official laughed softly.

"Haha!" Another first-rank official sneered softly.

"What do you want to do?" A Jiuzhou official who was wearing a second-rank official robe and looked only about 30 years old shouted softly, "Do you want to die? You are already old, you can die if you want to, but don't drag down your children, grandchildren and relatives... This world belongs to the Yaksha people."

The white-haired first-rank official trembled as he walked up to the young man, stretched out his hand, and gently patted his cheek: "Boy, you got one thing wrong. Until now, this piece of the world is called the Western Chu Empire... Even the Yaksha royal family only dared to secretly infringe on the imperial power. Do you think they dare to change the name of the country?"

"This world belongs to the Miao people of Jiuzhou." The white-haired old man smiled very brightly, even with a little charm: "Look at them, look..."

After the godmother became a saint, she coughed violently. She heard the words of the white-haired minister clearly. She struggled hard, wanting to stand up and tear the shriveled old man to pieces: "Asshole, didn't I see that you, an old thing, actually harbored evil intentions...ah, you...traitors...what have you done?"

"But how did our ancestors come to this world?"

"Maybe there's someone new here?"

"Haha, the Huns are unjust, and the Han will prosper!" A first-rank minister suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

"The harsh wind blows away the frost and the seaweeds wither, and the strong and strong Hu horses become arrogant!" Another first-rank minister stomped his feet in agreement.

"Emperor's child!" The godmother, who had coughed so hard that her lungs had spit out several pieces of blood, screamed at the top of her lungs: "The love between us, mother and son, for the past two years..."

"Hu Wudao, Han Dao prospers!" Xiang Yi bared his teeth and slashed the ugly woman's neck with his dagger again and again. Although he was young, he was very strong, even comparable to the average Yaksha warrior. The dagger in his hand was also a sharp weapon. He chopped again and again, breaking the woman's skin bit by bit, tearing open her flesh and touching her blood vessels...

"If the Hu people are unjust, the Han Dynasty will prosper!" A group of old ministers went crazy. They came up one after another and started beating and kicking the woman who was usually arrogant and fierce, hysterically.

Cough, cough, cough.

But they had just taken a few steps when they fell to the ground, gasping for breath, sweating, and coughing desperately.

Throughout the Yaksha King City, countless Yaksha people were coughing madly.

Countless Miao descendants from Kyushu stood beside them quietly and expressionlessly, watching them cough, gasp, sweat, and die!(End of this chapter)