426: C426 The Spiritual Race

C426 The Spiritual Race

Chu Yun held his sword and followed behind Wind Queen and the rest of the people. When they arrived at the farm, the demon beasts that were wreaking havoc here were gone, leaving only broken corpses.

Some of them were eaten until only half of their faces were left, some only half of their bodies were left, some had their flesh and blood sucked dry, and only their wrinkled skin was wrapped with tiny bones. Their struggling and twisted faces were filled with fear and fear, and some were even more horrible to look at.

“. . . ”

Chu Yun stood there and felt that his blood had frozen. The air around him seemed to have turned into solid ice, making him shiver and unable to breathe.

Sad cries sounded out from all directions. The relatives of the farmers had arrived. When they saw this hellish scene, they cried out in grief.

After a moment of silence, they were furious.

Chu Yun was very angry. He was furious at the scene in the arable land. He was furious at the numbness of his own kind.

They were only sad, afraid, and not angry at all!

They were used to it!

After all, such things happened almost every day.

Chu Yun clenched his fists. He looked at Feng Hou and said in a low voice, "Feng Hou, what do you think we should do?"

Feng Hou was stunned for a moment and then said in a daze, "Leader, we should. . . Should put these corpses away first and burn them quickly. Otherwise, the smell of blood will attract other demon beasts. Then, we should clean up this arable land. Although most of it has been destroyed by demon beasts, there are still many crops that can be planted. . . "

“. . . ”

Chu Yun took a deep breath and said," I am asking. What about in the future? Such a thing happens every day. Do we, the Human Clan, have to be treated like food by those damned beasts?"

Feng Hou stared at Chu Yun in a daze. He didn't know how to answer. After a long while, he finally said something. "It has been like this since ancient times. . . This is the rule set by the Heavenly Emperor. Our Human Clan is the lowest race, equal to the uncivilized beast race. We are the food of the Demon Race, and this is the position of our Human Clan. . . "

"Since ancient times, has it always been right?!"

Chu Yun roared in a low voice.

At this moment, another group of people ran over and shouted, "Leader, the adults of Spirit Clan are here!"

. . .

In a trance.

When Chu Yun returned to the tribe, he saw that there was a sea of people in the tribe, and a dozen odd figures were surrounding them.

The reason why it was said to be strange was not because of their strange appearances. In fact, the appearance of the Spirit Clan was very similar to the Human Clan, except that it was more exquisite. They were not wearing animal skin linen clothes, but high quality silk clothes. Standing in the Xuan Yuan tribe was like a crane standing in a flock of chickens.

"You are the leader of the Xuanyuan Clan? Get ready, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. "

The middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan, who was leading the group, raised his head. He didn't even cast a glance at Chu Yun before he said this with an indifferent and arrogant expression.

Before Chu Yun could react, the elders of the Xuanyuan Clan had already started to work to organize the sacrificial ceremony.

They had all the newborn babies in the Xuanyuan Clan gather in one place, and those under the age of ten, including the leader, Chu Yun, were all gathered on the other side.

After that, one of the men from the Spirit Clan took a step forward and threw a handful of tiny dust at all the people above the age of ten. Like sprinkling rice, he threw it at the crowd.

In the crowd, many people looked at the spirit dust that was falling from the sky. They wanted to dodge in fear, but they didn't dare to move at all. They just stood there in fear.

Then, those spirit dust scattered down, landing on a portion of the clansmen's bodies. The clansmen who were infected by the spirit dust were all incomparably frightened, their faces ashen. The clansmen who weren't scattered by the spirit dust were inwardly rejoicing, as if they had escaped disaster.

"Come out, the sacrificial ceremony begins. "

The middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan said. As his voice faded, the clansmen who were affected by the spirit dust, as well as all the newborns who were under the age of ten, all walked to the front.

Chu Yun and the rest of the family members who weren't sprinkled by the dust stood at the back, quietly watching the sacrificial ceremony. Soon, there was a low sobbing sound in the crowd. Most of them were the mothers of the newborns. They closed their eyes in pain, covered their faces and cried, but didn't dare to make too much noise.

Chu Yun frowned. He did not know what was going on, nor did he know what the sacrificial ceremony was.

Then. . .

He saw the middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan walking towards a newborn baby. He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the forehead of the newborn baby. He took a deep breath.

Buzz!

In an instant, spiritual energy surged. The pure Spiritual Aura inside the baby's body was absorbed by the middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan. Soon, the baby's body trembled and lost all signs of life.

"No. . . "

In the crowd, a young mother saw this scene and cried out in pain. After that, she was quickly pulled by a clansman beside her. She forcefully covered her mouth and said urgently in a low voice, "You don't want to live anymore, hurry up and hold it back!"

This short commotion did not affect the others. Most of the clansmen only felt numb in their hearts when they saw this scene, or it could be said that they were accustomed to it.

The Human Clan was the lowliest race in the world, and its status was equal to that of the Beast Race.

It thirsted for blood for the Demon Race, and it thirsted for the spirit devouring of the Spirit Clan.

Every once in a while, all humans would have to offer sacrifices under the leadership of the Spirit Clan.

The content of the sacrificial ceremony was to draw out a portion of the Human Clan, and let the adults of the Spirit Clan devour the Spiritual Aura in their bodies. Among these, all newborns under the age of ten were fixed on the list.

This was because newborns usually had the densest Spiritual Aura, and even if they drew it once, it would quickly recover, and it was the best raw material.

Among them, some newborns would only be weakened for a period of time after being drawn, or suffer from a serious illness, while others would die on the spot.

Almost every time the offering ceremony of the Spirit Clan ended, the number of newborns would be reduced by more than fifty percent. This was also the reason why the Human Clan was so capable of giving birth, but the number of people in the tribe was always very small.

After devouring the Spiritual Aura of a baby, a satisfied smile emerged on the face of the middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan, as if he had just enjoyed a sumptuous feast. After that, he walked towards a crippled middle-aged man and reached out his hand to touch the middle-aged man's forehead in disgust.

At this moment, among the unselected crowd, a 12-13 year old little girl walked out. Her eyes were red as she begged: "My lord, please let my father go. His body is too weak. He will die. . . I am in good health! Can I replace my father? I beg you. . . "

The middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan paused for a second and raised his eyebrows.

"What made a lowly race like you have the courage to bargain with me?"

He looked at the little girl, his eyes cold and carrying a trace of ridicule, and said, "Alright, since you want to sacrifice yourself so much, then come. "

As soon as he finished speaking. . .

The little girl looked at him gratefully and then quickly stepped forward, wanting to replace her father.

However, when she ran over, the middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan pressed his hand on the forehead of the crippled middle-aged man, sneered and said: "I never said he could leave!"

After saying that, he was going to suck the little girl's father's Spiritual Aura dry.

. . . "Don't!"

The little girl's face was filled with fear, and her eyes were wide open.

But at this moment, an unexpected scene occurred. A sword light slashed across, and the arm of the middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan was cut off from his elbow. Blood gushed out, and splashed onto the crippled middle-aged man's face.

He was stunned. He stared blankly at the middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan, who had lost his arm and was screaming in pain. After that, he limped backwards and picked up his daughter, trying to hide in the crowd.

"Who is it?! How dare you. . . Ah, ah, bastard!"0

The middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan roared and screamed. He saw Chu Yun holding the bronze sword in his hand. The blade of the sword was stained with blood, and he was staring at Chu Yun with a cold expression.

"From now on, the Human Clan will no longer be a meat that the Spirit Clan can devour as it pleases. In the past, the Spirit Clan will definitely pay for what they have done to the Human Clan with blood!"

Chu Yun's voice was deep like a muffled thunder. When he saw the middle-aged man absorbing the Spiritual Aura from the newborn baby, he finally remembered what the Spirit Clan was and what it had done to the other humans.

"Arrogant! Kill him!"

The middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan gritted his teeth. As the spiritual energy in his body surged, his broken arm began to regrow, and his body was reshaped by the spiritual energy.

As soon as he finished speaking, several warriors from the Spirit Clan quickly surrounded Chu Yun and attacked him from all sides. They controlled the spiritual energy around their bodies, and beams of spiritual light flew up and down. Wherever the spiritual energy went, it could split open stone and stone. Its power was much stronger than the warriors of the Chi Yuv tribe who could only swing their axes.

But. . .

It was not only the people of the Spirit Clan who could control the spiritual Qi. Chu Yun could also control it.

After the battle with Chi Yuv's tribe, he had become more familiar with the utilization of the spiritual Qi. At this moment, he was holding the bronze sword and piercing into the crowd. The spiritual Qi on the blade of the sword was surging, and its power was even stronger than the people of Spirit Clan. Soon, one of the warriors of Spirit Clan was seriously injured by Chu Yun.

"This is impossible! How can the lowly and inferior Human Clan also master the great spiritual energy?!"

The middle-aged man from the Spirit Clan was shocked. He gritted his teeth unwillingly and joined the battle personally. However, he found out that Chu Yun was extremely ferocious. Even with more than a dozen people attacking him at the same time, they were still unable to take him down.

Around them, the clansmen of the Xuan Yuan Tribe saw their leader fighting back and recalled the years of slavery and oppression that the Spirit Clan had put on the Human Clan. Although most of them were still numb to it, a small portion of them were still mobilized.

They arrived at the outer perimeter, picked up their weapons and launched an attack on a dozen of the people of the Spirit Clan. Thousands of people were shouting and fighting, and their momentum was like a tidal wave. Although their individual forces were far inferior to the warriors of the Spirit Clan, they managed to kill a few of the warriors of the Spirit Clan in the face of a sea of people.

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