Puyang.

The powerful city barrier opened slowly, and Ji Hao's Tai Chi Creation Cauldron emitted a layer of soft light, slowly integrating the Pan Li Sun.

The light of the sun disappeared, and warm golden light beams stubbornly penetrated from the cracks of the clouds in the sky, sprinkling golden light spots on the Puyang field.

Countless human people hiding in Puyang looked at the sky blankly, and I don’t know who was the first to make a sound. Suddenly, the human people scattered all over the pit and valley cheered hysterically, and countless tools, weapons, clothes and other objects were thrown high into the sky.

Some of the anxious Witch Kings, the Witch Emperor simply soared into the air, spread their hands and bathed in the golden sunshine.

The warm sunshine is itchy and savory on the body, and the comfortable warmth can penetrate into the cracks of the bones. Although Puyang has provided light and heat in recent years, it is still more comfortable to burn the original Pangu sun!

Cheers spread to all directions, and countless human people ran out happily in countless houses, caves, and tree holes. They raised their heads and stared blankly at the sudden stop of rainstorms, and looked at the golden light column behind the cracks of the clouds, all of them were foolishly in the local area.

The rain stopped and the sun came out. Although the dark clouds had not completely dissipated, the sunlight had illuminated the earth and illuminated everyone's hearts.

"The sun is out!"

A very ordinary, very ordinary sentence seems so precious after several years of flooding. Many people burst into tears. They laughed loudly in tears, and then turned into hysterical crying.

In a big flood, many families were destroyed and many tribes lost countless people. The people who survived by luck under Puyang's protection thought of their dead relatives and friends, and all burst into tears.

Crying and laughter mixed together, and the whole Puyang was filled with people.

In the core of Puyang, a towering palace stands majestic in the beautiful mountains and rivers. Countless warriors in heavy armor patrol each other, with a large number of witches standing quietly at the key locations, and in many places there are tame spirit beasts entrenched silently. Under the eaves and among the flowers, there are extremely keen perceptual insects quietly hiding.

In the sky and under the ground, this hall is guarded like a golden city. It is really airtight and you can't even seep a fly.

At the deepest part of the hall, a high man with countless runes carved on the surface was three hundred feet underground, cast with red copper, plated with gold foil, inlaid with countless witch crystals, black air rose in the secret hall with faint lightning, and more than a dozen hazy figures sat quietly in the black air without saying a word.

Everyone has a wine jar and a wine bowl in their hands. They keep pouring wine for themselves, drinking the strong wine in one sip, and then continue to pour wine into the bowl.

The secret hall was filled with pungent smell of alcohol, and they had been sitting like this for a long time.

After a while, an old but extremely powerful voice suddenly rang out like a thunder: "A group of useless wastes, this little thing cannot be done well. It's really worse than each generation, and each generation is worse than each generation! If I had known this, when they were born... they would have strangled them to death and threw them out to feed the wolf."

An equally old, with a hint of feminine aura and a little weak voice sneered: "What's the use of saying this now? Strike your children and grandchildren to death and throw them out to feed the wolf. Your family still has this rule? I have been old friends for so many years, but I really don't know this... How many children and grandchildren have you strangled?"

"You!" Old Lao's powerful voice burst out, and the black mist in the secret hall suddenly swayed.

"Enough!" Another very majestic voice stopped the possible conflict between the two: "Don't waste my cauldron's 'black and sweet fragrance' that nourishes my mind. Don't drink alcohol, drink as much as you like to go back to your own cellar. Use your brain and think of ways!"

There was a silence in the secret hall. After a long time, a hoarse voice said in a gloomy voice: "Yaohou Jihao, that little devil... Didn't Di Shun speak yet? Killing so many elders from our families, Di Shun thinks that he can protect Ji Hao?"

The extremely majestic voice sneered and said coldly: "Of course Di Shun knows that Ji Hao has killed so many elders from each family. He can't protect Ji Hao. How can he protect him? Just the Human Emperor, is the Human Emperor so great? Without the support of our respective families, he is a nonsense!"

"Di Shun doesn't speak, but he knows that he can't protect Ji Hao... So, Ji Hao will definitely die!"

"The only trouble now is... the water control has been successful, and we have no contribution to it inside and outside!"

The secret hall was quiet for a while, and then a group of people started to blame each other in a rhetoric manner.

Someone complained loudly that he should have listened to him at the beginning of water control, and that everyone should have dispatched some elite personnel to make more contributions.

Some people also accused him loudly, saying that when the battle between Kuimen, they should listen to him and use violent means to imprison Ji Hao and Si Wenming. In this way, the contributions of the nine dragon gates will be theirs.

Some people shouted loudly that even if Si Wenming had achieved the full merit of controlling water, whether Si Wenming could ascend to the throne of the Human Emperor depends on their meaning! Is it amazing for some people? Is it great to be grateful to the people of the world? Is it great for the great contribution of controlling water? Without the support of these clans, all this is nothing!

"Si Wenming cannot make him the Emperor of Humanity!" A very majestic voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the roar of these people: "He is different from Emperor Shun. Emperor Shun ruled the world with his generous virtue... But Si Wenming, look at how difficult the Witch Palace has become in his hands, and you will know that this kid is not a good guy! Not to mention that he has a good relationship with the emperors of each family... His hands are stretched too long."

After a silence, this man still said coldly: "You can't let Si Wenming return to Puyang. Everyone in the world knows that it was Si Wenming who managed this huge flood and saved the human race in the world. His reputation has surpassed Emperor Shun. Once he returns to Puyang, he will definitely be the new human emperor!"

"No one can stop it. Even if we speak out against it, it is useless, it is completely useless. His contribution this time is too great and his reputation in the hearts of the people is too high. So... we cannot let him return to Puyang!"

"The water control hero died of sudden illness on the way back to Puyang. This is the best result! Do you think?"

Another embarrassing silence. After a long time, an old voice quietly rang: "Si Wenming is Di Xuanyuan's direct blood descendant..."

A sneered in a 'puff', and another old voice shouted sternly: "Half of us present are descendants of the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan. What is his Si Wen's fortune?"

"But, Si Wenming is the Witch Emperor, who died of sudden illness... What disease did he get?" Another voice hesitantly raised his own question. Witch Emperor, the Witch Emperor who is reborn with blood, died of sudden illness? There is no such a powerful disease in the world!

"As long as he dies, it will be possible. We can slowly find the cause of any disease!" Magnificent voice said majestic: "Now discussing and discussing, how to make Si Wenming die faster! Moreover, we must never have a relationship with us!"

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