Age of Lich! From now on, we have entered the age of the great flood!
The monstrous floods covered the sky and covered the earth, submerging almost all places in the world!
The death of ordinary people wiped away so many lives in one moment. Of course, there were countless tribes in the world at this moment, and there were many powerful people. Each of the strong men set aside areas to protect the lives of their own tribes and minimize the losses.
But, even so, the disaster in front of us is devastating.
A big hole opened in the sky, and the water poured down. Sooner or later, the entire earth would be submerged. People can survive for a while, but they cannot live long.
There were cries of panic everywhere.
But at this moment, at the entrance of the Wa Palace, Nuwa set up a large cauldron, which was transformed from the Qiankun Cauldron, and led the fire from the center of the earth to pour into the cauldron. At the same time, she waved her hand, and at the bottom of the sky cave, The land of Buzhou Mountain fault covered by floods beckons.
"Buzz!"
The outer layer of the broken Buzhou Mountain peeled off quickly, revealing the five-color sacred stone with five-colored glow in the center.
With a wave of her hand, Nuwa threw the five-color sacred stone into the Qiankun Cauldron and started cooking it.
During the cooking of the five-color sacred stone, the heaven and earth around Nuwa seemed to be shrouded in thousands of rays of light, auspicious aura in the sky, countless auspicious clouds, and countless immortal birds and beasts surrounding Nuwa. It seems that everyone in the world knows that Nuwa is working hard to save the world from disaster.
Some monsters and witches wanted to get close to Nuwa, but the void formed a huge force of repulsion, making it impossible for any monster or witch to get close. It was like heaven and earth did not allow anyone to disturb Nuwa's cooking of the five-color sacred stone.
Nuwa smiled slightly and became more attentive to the cooking.
Not long after, the five-color sacred stone in the first pot had boiled into gelatinous form. Nuwa stood up, held up the five-color gelatin, and rushed towards the hole in the sky. At the same time, she threw a large piece of the five-color sacred stone into the Qiankun Cauldron, and continued Boil.
Nuwa arrived at the hole in the sky and filled the edge of the hole with five-color glue. Gradually, the edge was patched up slightly, and the water falling from the sky became smaller.
After the patching of the sky was effective, Nuwa returned to the palace again, continued to boil the five-color sacred stone, and filled the new five-color glue into the hole in the sky. After going back and forth again and again, Nuwa tirelessly repaired the sky. .
Nu Wa's body was glowing more and more, as if God Pangu recognized Nu Wa more and more.
Tiangongkou.
Taiyi looked at Nuwa patching up the sky, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth, hating himself for doing such a shocking mistake.
"Nu Wa mends the sky? If it succeeds, heaven will surely send great merit, another merit from heaven and earth? Nu Wa's originally unstable position as a saint may be completely stable after this battle!" Di Jun said with an ugly face.
"Yes, perhaps, even if Hou Tu threatens Nu Wa with soul annihilation, he still can't do it. When the sky is repaired completely and Nu Wa's status as a saint is fully implemented, there will be no taboos and no one can detract from her status!" Kunpeng also said with an ugly expression.
Gonggong tribe.
The ancestor witches were also feeling depressed at this moment.
It was a good thing for Nuwa to mend the sky, but Gonggong and Zhurong had caused such a big disaster. Although heaven and earth did not punish the Wu Clan, I am afraid that the Wu Clan's morale would decline from now on. The Witch Clan, which relied on Pangu's essence and blood in the past to receive blessings from heaven and earth, will probably be rejected by heaven and earth from now on.
Sanqing stood in a corner and watched Nuwa mending the sky.
"Nuwa patched up the sky? Teacher, you can count on it too!" the Supreme Being sighed.
"Yes, when will we be able to calculate like the teacher?" Tongtian frowned.
"In addition to the magic weapon of time, there is also the chance to achieve the status of a saint! Using heaven and earth as a guide, you can also deduce the future!" Yuan Shi said with narrowed eyes.
"Become a saint? Become a saint like Nuwa?" Tongtian's eyes lit up.
"Yes, Nuwa mends the sky. It has just begun. Now, what we have to do is to promote the Chaos Yin and Yang Formation in the Wu Clan. This is the key to our becoming a saint by killing three corpses at once!" The Supreme Master said solemnly .
"Yeah!" Yuanshi and Tongtianjin both nodded.
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Post-tribal!
Hou Qing, Hou Yi and other witch gods also learned about Nuwa's mending of the sky, and they were all extremely angry at this moment.
"The Qiankun Ding is the key to mending the sky? That belongs to the ancestral witch, and that belongs to the ancestral witch Houtu, who was deceived by Taiyi!" Hou Yi said bitterly.
"Hou Yi, don't talk too much, the ancestral witch won't let you talk nonsense!" Hou Qing sighed.
"Fart, what can't be said? There is no good person in heaven. Taiyi is not a good person, and neither are the ten Golden Crow princes!" Hou Yi said bitterly.
At this moment, the other witch gods were all obviously furious.
Nuwa mends the sky? Originally, it was supposed to be the glory of our tribe and the great prosperity of our tribe. But now, everything is in vain.
All the witch clansmen of the Hou tribe were filled with regret, and looked at Hou Tu's main hall not far away with sighs from time to time.
"The distinguished guest is here, stop talking!" Hou Qing scolded.
The witch gods then shut up in frustration.
The distinguished guest is none other than the Xuanming Ancestral Shaman that Hou Qing has just invited.
In the reception hall.
Xuan Ming looked at Hou Tu Xuying in front of him with a complicated expression.
It's like a projection, but this projection is shaky and seems to collapse at any time.
"Houtu? You asked me to come?" Xuan Ming asked looking at Houtu's shadow.
Houtu Xuying seems to be extremely weak. He nodded slightly: "Xuan Ming, have you seen Nuwa Mending Tian outside?"
Xuan Ming looked complicated and nodded: "Yes, Nuwa's patching of the sky is not complete yet, but I can already guess that after patching the sky, heaven will send great merits to Nuwa, stabilizing her status as a saint, and I just heard that the Qiankun Cauldron was originally...!"
"Originally it was mine!" Hou Tu said with a smile.
"Hou Tu, you missed the position of a saint, don't you regret it?" Xuan Ming stared at Hou Tu's shadow, puzzled.
"If I can wait, what does the status of a saint mean to the person I'm waiting for?" Hou Tu said with a smile.
"What did you say?" Xuan Ming said in shock.
Xuan Ming couldn't imagine that Hou Tu didn't care so much about his status as a saint? To wait for someone? Is there anyone in this world who is more important than achieving the status of a saint? Is Houtu confused
Hou Tu took a deep breath and shook his head: "If it were you, you would be willing to resurrect Xia Ruotian and her son at the cost of abandoning your status as a saint, would you be willing?"
"Teng!"
Xuan Ming stood up instantly and stared at Hou Tu.
"Who are you and how do you know?" Xuan Ming glared and said angrily.
"Tai Yi told me, Xia Siming! You haven't answered my question yet. If it were you, would you rather Xia Ruotian and her son be resurrected, or would you rather achieve the status of a saint?" Hou Tu stared at Xuan Ming and smiled.
Xuan Ming's face was filled with uncertainty. If Tai Yi said it, then everything would be explained. But Xuan Ming didn't expect Tai Yi to say this to Hou Tu.
After a moment of silence, Xuan Ming showed a wry smile: "Of course I want Ruo Tian's mother and son to be resurrected and become saints who live as long as heaven and earth. So what? The best in the world, but I am alone. I would rather not be the best in the world. I would rather that their mother and son be resurrected. !”
After Xuan Ming finished speaking, he looked at Hou Tu unexpectedly. The person in Hou Tu's heart was more important than the position of saint in Hou Tu's heart
"Do you know that I came from the future? You invited me here, not just to talk about this, right?" Xuan Ming held the tea cup and looked at Hou Tu with a complicated expression.
"I want to say, what if it is possible to resurrect Xia Ruotian and her son?" Hou Tu said with a smile.
"Crack!" The tea cup in Xuan Ming's hand was instantly crushed.
"What did you say?" Xuan Ming stared at Hou Tu with his body trembling.
"If you can become a saint, you can change the fate of Xia Ruotian and her son!" Hou Tu explained.
"Hahaha, how is it possible? History is unchanged! Even saints cannot change history. They are all dead, how can they be resurrected?" Xuan Ming shook his head in disbelief.
"For you in the future, the death of Xia Ruotian's mother and son is history. But for you now? Xia Ruotian's mother and son are not yet born. They are your future today. History cannot be changed, but the future can be changed!" Houtu smiled.
The broken teacup in Xuan Ming's hand was crushed into powder again.
future? The future is full of variables. Can the future be changed? Xuan Ming suddenly became anxious.
After being excited for a while, Xuan Ming forced himself to calm down, thought for a while, and shook his head: "Impossible, there is something wrong with your logic. I come from the future, and everything is based on the future. Everything now, It’s all history, what has happened can’t be changed!”
"Have you ever heard of substitution?" Hou Tu said solemnly.
"Substitute death?"
"History is destiny. It has been fixed and cannot be changed. However, a saint can change one person's destiny to that of another. You can find a substitute for Xia Ruotian and his son before they die. , and then hide Xia Ruotian's mother and son, and wait until history is over and go into the future, and then let Xia Ruotian's mother and son show up, wouldn't it be like avoiding a fatal knot?" Hou Tu explained.
"Suicide? Substitute death?" Xuan Ming suddenly trembled and realized that all this was not impossible.
This is doable!
"Thank you so much, Houtu Zuwu, thank you, hahaha, thank you!" Xuan Ming was trembling with excitement.
"So, the hatred between you and Taiyi can still be resolved, right?" Houtu said with a smile.
Xuan Ming looked at Hou Tu and finally nodded: "You really care about Tai Yi!"
"Now, back to the topic just now, if you want to resurrect Xia Ruotian and her son, you must become a saint. But, how do you become a saint?" Hou Tu looked at Xuan Ming.
"Become a saint?" Xuan Ming became solemn.
"The witch clan, transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, has the opportunity to become a saint, and this opportunity lies among our twelve ancestral witches. Gonggong and Zhurong were eliminated. I also wasted Pangu's trust, and the remaining Next, you can use the witch clan to become a saint!" Hou Tu said solemnly.
"Please give Hou Tu some advice!" Xuan Ming bowed solemnly to Hou Tu.
"This year, I lost the Qiankun Ding and wrapped myself in the Yin Yang Pool of Heaven and Earth. Although the loss was huge, I gained a glimmer of the ability to predict. The catastrophe of the Wu Clan has come, and all the Wu Clan will not be spared. However, You are different, you came from the future, but you have a slim chance of survival!" Hou Tu said solemnly.
"A chance of survival? Why did you choose me?" Xuan Ming looked at Hou Tu.
"Jumang, Dijiang, and Shebishi are aliens. You know better than me. Gonggong and Zhurong were originally the best choices. Unfortunately, they were plotted by others and died in this era. Now, you are the only one left. ! So, I hope you can leave a way out for the Wu clan!" Hou Tu said solemnly.
"Me?" Xuan Ming said solemnly.
"I used the mystery of the Qiankun Cauldron to induce a witchcraft. I will teach you this witchcraft. If you are still alive then, you can gather the blood of the dead Wu clan into one place. Some of the heroic spirits of the Wu clan will also follow. This witchcraft will protect you! When the time comes, with the blood of the witch clan, you can take another step forward, or you may have the opportunity to become a saint!" Hou Tu said solemnly.
"A catastrophe of the Wu Clan? Gathering the blood of the Wu Clan in one place? Will it form a sea of blood?" Xuan Ming said in surprise.
"Yes, if my guess is correct, you will be the master of the Blood Sea! The two sky-opening ax fragments you got can also be used for sacrifice in the Blood Sea!" Hou Tu said.
"No need, I have already refined those two fragments into prototypes. Two divine swords, one is the Abi Sword and the other is the Yuan Tu Sword!" Xuan Ming said solemnly.
"It's up to you. I hope you'll be kind to the remaining witch clan!" Hou Tu sighed and pointed his finger, shooting a ball of witchcraft into Xuan Ming's eyebrows.
Xuan Ming did not refuse. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a while. After a while, Xuan Ming opened his eyes.
"Thank you so much, Hou Tu Zu Wu!" Xuan Ming said gratefully again.
"Witch Clan, I'll be counting on you from now on!" Hou Tu nodded.
"Houtu, why don't you do it yourself instead of letting me do it...!" Xuan Ming frowned.
"I don't have much time!" Houtu sighed.
Xuan Ming looked at Hou Tu in confusion, but Hou Tu didn't explain much. Xuan Ming could only bow solemnly and say goodbye again.
Watching Xuan Ming leave, Houtu Xuying looked to the east: "Huangtian, there is only so much I can do for you! I really want to see you one last time!"