On the way to the Political Consultation Hall, Si Wenming asked Ji Hao very seriously: "Is it reasonable to be aware of it?"

Ji Hao also looked at Si Wenming very seriously: "I never do things that are unreasonable."

So Si Wenming, who had been stern, suddenly breathed a long breath, smiled extremely relaxedly, and punched Ji Hao in the chest: "Just make sense. As long as there is reason, Wuzhiqi, that old monster, don't want to make trouble."

Ji Hao took the opportunity to say, "Uncle Wenming, I have opened up all the witch caves that can be opened. What's going on to become the Witch King?"

Si Wenming glanced at Ji Hao in horror: "So fast?"

He thought about it for a moment and laughed: "That's right, you should be so fast. Go back and discuss carefully. It's hard to find the natal witch star, and it's easy to say."

After looking at Ji Hao up and down, Si Wenming said seriously: "Maybe it's not a difficult problem for you."

Then he looked at Ji Xia in a blink of an eye and asked in surprise: "Brother Ji Xia, why have you become the Witch Emperor?"

Ji Xia laughed a few times, and kept Ji Liao in the imperial tomb with pride. He was lucky enough to find the imperial tomb and obtained the inheritance of the Witch God in detail. What Ji Liao left behind was the inheritance of blood. Unless it was the direct bloodline of Ji Xia, the other people who obtained this inheritance would not be able to inherit the power inside, so there was no secret to keep.

Si Wenming was amazed when he heard this. He thought about it and said sincerely: "Mr. Ji Liao, that is a powerful general under the command of Emperor Xuanyuan. Later, he suddenly disappeared. It turned out that it was because of this."

The originally declining Jin Crown tribe, which did not even have a witch king, suddenly had so many masters who inherited the power of ancient ancestors and reached the Witch Emperor. Although compared with those large tribes with strong backgrounds, the Witch Emperor and Witch King of the Golden Crown tribe still seem weak in power, the Golden Crown tribe has already shown signs of rising.

Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao and couldn't help but secretly sigh whether it was the luck of the Golden Crow tribe that had recovered or was Ji Hao's luck too strong. He led the entire Golden Crow tribe to benefit?

There was nothing to say along the way, and the group came outside the Political Consultation Hall. From a distance, they heard the shrill and sharp howlings in the hall.

There are sounds and tears for crying, and there are sounds and tears for howling. The dry howling sounds from the hall are like tens of thousands of wild boars being chased by others, with a bit of hysterical madness at the top of their lungs, which is extremely unheard.

In the hall, Emperor Shun sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at Wuzhiqi lying on the ground expressionlessly.

Dozens of important officials of the human race also had stern faces. The light flashed in their eyes, and they also looked at Wuzhi Qi, who was rolling on the ground with an expressionless face.

"Di Shun! Do you care? Is there any law of the Heavenly Rule?"

"Di Shun! I have always been the only one who has no choice but to bully people. How can anyone dare to bully me?"

"Emperor Shun! Although I have many children, I have only achieved the Witch Emperor. Thirty-six people were killed in one go! Thirty-six! This is digging meat in my heart!"

"Wuwu! Di Shun, how did you, the king of humans? You haven't captured and killed such a vicious person?"

"Yaobo Jihao, kill my thirty-six children, I want him to be buried with him! He was from the Golden Crow Tribe? I want to destroy his entire tribe!"

Wu Zhiqi lay on the ground and rolled around, kicking his legs randomly. Occasionally, he rolled to the pillars of the hall and put them on the pillars. Suddenly, the entire hall trembled violently, causing countless witch patterns to appear on the ceiling and floor of the hall.

If the hall hadn’t been protected by the witch formation, Wu Zhiqi would have collapsed long ago if he had to do this.

Emperor Shun didn't speak, Gao Yao stood beside Emperor Shun and scolded sternly: "Wuzhiqi, get up and speak well! You said that Yao Bo killed your son, when, where, and why did he kill him?"

Wuzhi Qi's eyes were filled with dark air in his eyes. He shouted loudly: "What else do you have to ask so much nonsense? Anyway, my son was killed by him. You have to kill him for me!"

"By the way! I almost forgot!" Wu Zhiqi suddenly raised his head and shouted sternly: "Yulong He Bo was also killed by him! Emperor Shun, Yulong He Bo, the righteous god of He Bo, who was conferred by Emperor Yao, was also killed by him. He was a mere Yao Bo, a new little bastard. He killed Yulong He Bo!"

Di Shun's face suddenly changed. He straightened his body and shouted coldly: "Yulong He Bo was also killed by Yao Bo?"

Wu Zhiqi was very happy. When he saw Di Shun change color, he hurriedly screamed: "Isn't it? That little guy is so cruel. I watched Yulong He Bo chopped off with his own eyes!"

This guy only cares about complaining and venting his anger, regardless of the fact that Yulong Hebo was killed by Ji Hao in Yaobo's mansion in Yaoshan City. Moreover, the one who killed Yulong Hebo was the spare long sword of Borus. How could he be chopped off by Ji Hao with one knife?

"Watch it with your own eyes?" Di Shun couldn't help but slapped the ground with a palm and shouted angrily: "Wuzhiqi, don't make any unreasonable trouble. You saw Yulong He Bo with your own eyes killed by Yao Bo? With your temper, don't you go to save people?"

"The city defense is too strong, I dare not!" Wu Zhiqi raised his neck and looked at Di Shun with confidence.

"The city defense is too strong? Don't you dare to save people?" Emperor Shun, Gao Yao and a group of important officials of the human race were all dumbfounded. What is the reason?

Wu Zhiqi's face turned dark. He made excuses, but he had nothing to say. He simply rolled around on the ground again: "Di Shun, you have to make the decision for me! As the king of humans, you can't protect that boy Ji Hao! He killed my thirty-six sons! I have worked hard all my life and have had a son since the Emperor's reign, and now the children are only added together..."

He opened his mouth, Wu Zhiqi couldn't figure out how many children he had. He held it in his throat with one sentence, making him blush and angry that he was breathing.

Ji Hao followed Si Wenming and walked into the Political Affairs Hall. He saw Wuzhi Qi lying on the ground and making a tantrum.

Wuzhiqi heard the footsteps and suddenly raised his head suddenly, staring at Ji Hao with his eyes blazing fire. With a loud roar, Wuzhiqi's body turned into a ray of water and rushed towards Ji Hao, and punched him in the face.

"Ji Hao, you want to pay my son's life!"

"I dare to cause trouble for my baby, let me die!" Ji Xia roared and punched Wuzhiqi cleanly.

With a loud bang, Ji Xia's fist and Wuzhi Qi's heavy punch were touching. Wuzhi Qi's body remained motionless. Ji Xia was shocked and staggered backwards, but Wuzhi Qi's punch was also resolved by Ji Xia.

Ji Hao sneered, and a fire light rushed out from his head. He grabbed the Hunyuan Sun Banner and was about to attack Wuzhi Qi.

Di Shun suddenly roared: "Where is this place? You can be arrogant and humble? Gao Yao, who dares to take action? Catch it out and hit ten thousand hammers!"
Chapter completed!