The rainstorm was pouring, and wherever you could see were thick and thin water columns falling from the sky. [[(?[]

It seems that we know that the human race has reached the last moment of water control, and the storm is over. The rain is increasing several times more than in the previous two years. The heavy water curtain fell from the sky, giving people a strong impact that they can't breathe.

There was a ban arranged by the witch festival near the hillside where everyone was resting. An invisible dome blocked the rain. The hillside was still very humid and cold, but it was much better than elsewhere.

The wet firewood was gradually dried by the bonfire, and the flames gradually became prosperous in the bonfire with thick smoke. Several water cans made of cast iron were hung on the bonfire, and the hot tea soup was boiling.

There was a gap in each hand and a cracked tea bowl. No matter how high or low the identity, they sat on the ground around the bonfire. The thick tea soup was poured in big mouthfuls. A warmth spread in their stomachs. Everyone had a smile on their faces, making everyone feel that they were really alive.

Ji Hao and Si Wenming sat shoulder to shoulder on a wet wood, and there were many Ji Hao's acquaintances sitting around him.

Hua Xulie, Lieshankang, as well as many Bohou who supported Si Wenming, and many retainers of the Chong tribe under Si Wenming. All of them looked haggard and felt extremely tired from their bones.

Whether it is the emperor's son of a large tribe, Bo Hou from an ordinary tribe, or their respective retainers and generals, these adults who have a respectable status among the human race are all much more miserable than beggars.

Ji Hao even saw that Hua Xulie had a few water plants wrapped around his head, and a small toad was squatting on Lie Shankang's head. The two emperor sons who were so delicate and precious in the past did not care about tidying up their appearance, and were filling tea with big mouthfuls like those ordinary men in the distance.

In recent years, although Ji Hao has been immersed in the fertility of the "Yan" Tao, constantly pondering and comprehending the infinite Tao, leaving only a small part of his consciousness to control his body, Ji Hao has also heard countless legends of Si Wenming and others.

He was determined to pass the house three times but not the house three times... But Ji Hao also knew that it was more than three times? Si Wenming traveled back and forth between Puyang and various water control "battlefields". He traveled back and forth countless times, but he had never looked at him.

Before the flood, he married Tushan girl, and Tushan girl became pregnant in a few days. To this day, several years have passed, and Si Wenming has not had the time to see his son who can run around the ground.

Tasting the bitter and hot tea soup, Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming.

Si Wenming, who was wrapped in an animal skin around his waist, was covered with various claws and tooth marks everywhere, and several mottled wounds that were corroded by the venom were obviously left. What made people feel even more palpitations was that Si Wenming's left thigh was missing a large piece of meat the size of a bowl, and his right rib was sunken in a large piece, and at least three ribs were missing there.

Si Wenming is a Witch Emperor level cultivation level. The Witch Emperor who can be reborn with blood should not have any scars on his body.

"Uncle! Your wound?" Ji Hao was secretly frightened. He looked at the scars on Si Wenming's body, and then looked at the same mottled traces on Hua Xulie, Lie Shan Kang and others who were sitting beside him. Ji Hao could not imagine how many tough battles Si Wenming and others had fought in the past few years while he was running around to put out the fire.

Ji Hao has Pangu Bell and Tai Chi Vestments to protect his body, as well as the Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth, and the Nine Dragon Carriage. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to damage his body. In the past few years, he has not even left a trace of wounds on his body.

But Si Wenming and others obviously did not have as good luck as Ji Hao.

"Hey, it's okay!" Si Wenming smiled hoarsely and shook his head indifferently: "Well, there are many extraordinary figures under the command of Gonggong, besides the eight important officials. Their curses and the like are very difficult... However, when the flood subsides, give me a few years, these injuries are nothing."

Ji Hao ticked his mouth, and he took out a gourd of elixir from his sleeve and stuffed it into Si Wenming's hand.

"Uncle also knows that I have a master in addition to the Witch Palace. These elixirs for healing and saving lives are really good." Ji Hao stuffed all the elixirs given by the Great Equatorian to Si Wenming. These elixirs are of little significance to him, after all, the possibility of him being fatally injured is too small.

But for Si Wenming and others, each pill is likely to be a life.

"Well, then, I'm not polite." Si Wenming glanced at Ji Hao, then looked at Hua Xulie and others who were haggard and extremely tired, and generously took down the gourd.

A strong woman in charge of logistics came over with a wooden barrel. The barrel was filled with hot broth, and the meat of aquatic monsters the size of a palm was rolling.

Si Wenming laughed, waved his hand and was calling everyone to move. Thousands of miles east, a dull sound of war drums suddenly came from a mountain peak with dark shadows. The murderous sound of war drums shook the water surface, and waves that were thousands of feet high were raised on the vast water, like a wall of water roaring towards it.

Under the hillside where everyone was resting, hundreds of human warriors soared into the air. They were also ragged and thin, waving their weapons, shouting loudly and squealingly forward. Hundreds of arc-shaped energy slashed out with a harsh sound of cracking the air, shattering the endless wall of water.

"Huh~ha~" with a loud roar, a mysterious light rushed up from the mountain peak with a heavy black shadow in front of him, and a thick black cloud spread out in the air. Suddenly, a huge black snake head with a radius of hundreds of miles appeared in the black clouds.

The huge snake leader looked here coldly, and hissed and shouted loudly: "Man... Lord Gonggong has seen through what you have done. You clear the river and finally want to lead the water through the nine most important water gates to Guixu, right?"

"This is Kuimen, hehe! It is the first gate of your most important nine water gates!" The huge snake head spitted out the snake's head and said sinisterly: "We will no longer compete with you in the rivers, lakes and seas in front! All our strength is gathered in the last nine water gates!"

"I am the Black Water Xuanshe, the vanguard general of Gonggong. I am responsible for guarding Kuimen!" The Black Water Xuanshe opened his mouth and sprayed a pitch of black poisonous water, and shouted coldly: "If you are not afraid of death, come!"

Si Wenming put down the pottery bowl in his hand, stood up, and looked at the vast mountain.

"Sure enough, we can't underestimate the Gonggong family. They seem to know my Wanliu Guixu formation." Si Wenming said calmly: "Other places are no longer important. It seems that the last nine water gates are going to fight with their lives."

Ji Hao raised his eyebrows, stood up and sneered, "Uncle, are there only these nine places left? Then, I don't have to run around to help me... Leave the first Kuimen Gate to me."
Chapter completed!