The rain was pouring down, and thick and thin water columns were falling from the sky as far as the eye could see.
As if knowing that the human race's water control has reached the final moment, the violent storm is exerting its final madness. The intensity of the rain has increased several times compared to the previous two years. The heavy water curtain fell from the sky, making people feel like they can't breathe. A strong impact.
There was a ban placed by the witch priest near the hillside where everyone rested, and an invisible dome blocked the rain. It was still very damp and cold on the hillside, but it was much better than elsewhere.
The wet firewood was gradually dried by the bonfire, and the flames in the smoky bonfire gradually became stronger. Several cast-iron water jugs were hung on the bonfire, and hot tea soup was boiling.
Everyone had a big tea bowl with chips and cracks in their hands. Regardless of their status, they sat on the ground around the campfire, gulping down the thick tea soup. A warmth spread in their stomachs, and everyone had a smile on their faces - The aroma of tea made everyone truly feel that they were really alive.
Ji Hao and Si Wenming sat side by side on a wet log, with many acquaintances of Ji Hao sitting around them.
Hua Xulie, Lieshan Kang, and many other princes who supported Si Wenming, as well as many retainers of the Chong tribe under Si Wenming's command. Everyone looked haggard, with a look of extreme fatigue in their bones.
Whether they are the emperor's son from a super large tribe, a prince from an ordinary tribe, or their respective retainers and generals, these adults with respected status among the human race are all in rags and are much more miserable than beggars.
Ji Hao even saw a few water plants tangled in Hua Xulie's hair, and a small toad squatting on Lie Shankang's head. The two emperors, who used to be delicate and elegant, didn't bother to tidy up their appearance, and were sipping tea like the ordinary commoners in the distance.
In the past few years, although most of Ji Hao's spirit has been immersed in the Tao of 'Yan', constantly trying to figure out and comprehend the infinite avenues, leaving only a very small part of his consciousness to control the body, but Ji Hao also heard about Si Wen's fate. Their countless legends.
Among them is Si Wenming who has passed through the house three times without entering... But Ji Hao also knows that there are more than three visits. Si Wenming traveled back and forth between Pusaka and various flood control 'battlefields'. He traveled back and forth countless times, but he never even took a look back at his home.
He got married to Tushan Nu before the flood, and Tu Shannu became pregnant within a few days. Today, several years have passed, and Si Wenming has not even bothered to look at his son who can run around all over the floor.
While tasting the bitter and hot tea soup, Ji Hao glanced at Si Wenming.
Si Wenming, who only had a piece of animal skin wrapped around his waist, was covered in wounds. There were various claw marks and tooth marks all over his body, and there were several wounds that were obviously mottled by the poison. What's even more heart-stopping is that Si Wenming's left thigh is missing a chunk of meat the size of a bowl, and his right ribs are dented, with at least three ribs missing there.
Si Wenming has a level of cultivation at the level of a witch emperor. As a witch emperor who can shed blood and be reborn, he should not have any scars on his body.
"Uncle! Are you injured?" Ji Hao was secretly shocked. Looking at the scars on Si Wenming's body, and then looking at the same mottled marks on the bodies of Hua Xulie, Lie Shankan and others sitting next to him, Ji Hao couldn't imagine it. While he was running around putting out fires, Si Wen ordered them to fight how many tough battles they had fought in the past few years.
Ji Hao has the Pangu Bell and Tai Chi robes to protect his body, as well as treasures such as the Golden Bridge of Heaven and Earth and the Nine Dragon Chariot. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to damage his body. Over the past few years, he has not even a single wound on his body. None were left.
But Si Wen ordered them to obviously not be as lucky as Ji Hao.
"Well, it doesn't matter!" Si Wenming smiled hoarsely and shook his head indifferently: "Well, in addition to the eight important ministers, there are still many extraordinary people under the Gonggong clan. Their witchcraft and the like are very difficult to deal with. … However, when the flood subsides, give me a few years, and these injuries will be nothing.”
Ji Hao clicked his lips, took out a gourd of elixirs from his sleeve and stuffed it into Si Wenming's hand.
"Uncle also knows that I have disciples outside the witch palace. These healing and life-saving elixirs are really good." Ji Hao gave Si Wenming all the elixirs given by the Great Equatorians. These elixirs meant a lot to him. Not much, after all, the possibility of him being fatally injured was too small.
But for Si Wenming and the others, each pill is likely to be a life.
"Well, you're welcome then." Si Wenming glanced at Ji Hao, then looked at Hua Xulie and others who were haggard and extremely tired, and accepted the gourd generously.
A strong woman in charge of logistics came over with a wooden bucket. The wooden bucket was full of hot broth, and it was filled with the tumbling flesh of palm-sized aquatic monsters.
Si Wenming laughed and waved his hand to invite everyone to start. Thousands of miles away in the east, a dull and thunderous sound of war drums suddenly came from a dark mountain peak. The murderous sound of war drums shook the water surface, and waves a thousand feet high were set off on the vast water, roaring towards this side like a wall of water.
Below the hillside where everyone was resting, hundreds of human warriors rose into the air. They were also in ragged clothes and skinny bodies, waving their weapons and shouting loudly to attack fiercely. Hundreds of arc-shaped energy burst out with a harsh sound of cracking the air, shattering the continuous wall of water into pieces.
'Hu~ha~' With a loud roar, a mysterious light shot up from the dark mountain peak ahead. A thick black cloud spread in the air, and a star with a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly appeared in the black cloud. huge black snake head.
The huge snake head glanced this way with a cold look, and hissed loudly: "People... Master Gonggong has seen through what you are doing. You dredged the river, and finally wanted to drain the flood. Passing through the nine most important water gates will lead you to the ruins, right?"
"This is Kuimen, hehe! It's the first of your nine most important water gates!" The huge snake head spat out the snake's letter and said sadly: "We will no longer have the rivers, lakes and seas in front of us. Fight with you! All our strength is gathered in the last nine water gates!"
"I am Black Water Black Snake, Lord Gonggong's vanguard general. I am responsible for guarding Kuimen!" Black Water Black Snake opened his mouth and sprayed a stream of dark poisonous water, and shouted in a cold voice: "You guys who are not afraid of death, just come. !”
Si Wenming put down the pottery bowl in his hand, stood up, and looked solemnly at the rolling hills.
"Sure enough, we cannot underestimate the Gonggong clan. They seem to be well aware of my Wanliu Guixu Formation." Si Wenming said calmly: "Other places are not important. These last nine water gates, look at Come and fight with your life."
Ji Hao raised his eyebrows, stood up and sneered: "Uncle, are there only these nine places left? Then, I don't have to rush around to rescue people... Leave the first Kui Gate to me. Bar."
Ji Hao smiled brightly and said coldly: "The Black Water Black Snake Tribe happens to be the feud of our Golden Crow Tribe!"
(End of chapter)