On the way to the political hall, Si Wenming asked Ji Hao seriously: "Is it reasonable?"
Ji Hao also looked at Si Wenming seriously: "I never do anything unreasonable."
So Si Wenming, who had always had a straight face, suddenly took a long breath, smiled extremely easily, and punched Ji Hao's chest hard: "Just be reasonable, as long as it makes sense, Wuzhiqi Naolao Don’t even think about causing trouble, monsters.”
Ji Hao took advantage of the situation and said: "Uncle Wenming, I have opened all the witch caves that can be opened. What exactly does it take to become a witch king?"
Si Wenming glanced at Ji Hao in shock: "So fast?"
He thought about it for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "That's right, you should be so fast. We will discuss it carefully later. Finding the natal witch star is difficult to say, easy to say."
After looking Ji Hao up and down, Si Wenming said seriously: "Maybe it's not a problem for you."
Then he turned to look at Ji Xia and asked in surprise: "Brother Ji Xia, how did you become the Witch Emperor?"
Ji Xia laughed a few times and proudly left Ji Liao in the emperor's tomb. She was lucky enough to find the emperor's tomb and obtained the inheritance of the witch god in detail. What Ji Liao left behind was a blood inheritance. Unless it was the direct bloodline of a member of Ji Xia's clan, other people who received this inheritance would not be able to inherit the power within it, so there were no secrets to keep.
Si Wenming was amazed when he heard this. He thought about it for a while and said sincerely: "Lord Ji Liao, that was one of the most powerful generals under Emperor Xuanyuan's command. Then he suddenly disappeared. It turned out to be this reason."
The originally declining Golden Crow Tribe, which didn't even have a Witch King, suddenly had so many masters who had inherited the power of their ancient ancestors and reached the level of the Witch Emperor. Although compared with those large tribes with strong foundations, the Witch Emperor and Witch King of the Golden Crow Tribe still seem weak in power, after all, the Golden Crow Tribe has shown signs of rising.
Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao and couldn't help but sigh to himself - is it that the luck of the Golden Crow Tribe has recovered, or is it because Ji Hao's luck is too strong and has benefited the entire Golden Crow Tribe
Silent all the way, the group of people arrived outside the political hall. From a distance, they heard the shrill and sharp howling in the hall.
There were sounds and tears for crying, and there were no tears for howling. The howling sound coming from the hall was like tens of thousands of wild boars being chased by people. The hoarse sounds were filled with a bit of hysterical madness. It was extremely difficult to hear.
In the main hall, Emperor Shun sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at Wuzhiqi lying on the ground with a blank expression.
Dozens of human ministers also had serious faces, their eyes flickered, and they looked at Wuzhiqi who was rolling and acting on the ground with the same expressionless expression.
"Emperor Shun! Do you care? Is this still a law of heaven?"
"Emperor Shun! I, Wuzhiqi, have always been the only one to bully others. How can anyone dare to bully me?"
"Emperor Shun! Although I, Wuzhiqi, have many children, I can only achieve so many achievements as the Witch Emperor. Thirty-six of them were killed at once! Thirty-six! This is poaching my heart!"
"Woo! Di Shun, what do you do as a human king? Why don't you catch such a vicious person and kill him?"
"Yao Bo Ji Hao, killed thirty-six of my children, and I want them all to be buried with him! Is he from the Golden Crow tribe? I want to destroy his entire tribe!"
Wuzhiqi lay on the ground rolling around, kicking and beating his legs. Occasionally he rolled to the pillars of the hall and stuck one foot on the pillars. Suddenly the whole hall shook violently, causing the four walls, ceiling and floor of the hall to tremble. Countless witchcraft talismans appeared on it.
If it weren't for the witch formation guarding the main hall and Wu Zhiqi's troubles, the main hall would have collapsed long ago.
Emperor Shun didn't speak. Gao Tao stood beside Emperor Shun and yelled: "Wuzhiqi, get up and talk! You said that Uncle Yao killed your son. When, where and why did he kill him?"
Wuzhiqi's eyes widened, and there was a hint of blackness in his eyes. He scolded sternly: "Why are you still asking so much nonsense? Anyway, my son was killed thirty-six times by him, so you have to kill him!"
"That's right! I almost forgot!" Wuzhiqi suddenly raised his head and shouted sternly: "The Jade Dragon Hebo was also killed by him! Emperor Shun, the Jade Dragon Hebo, was the righteous god of Hebo canonized by Emperor Yao. He was killed. He was just a Yao Bo, a newly minted little bastard, and he killed Jade Dragon Hebo!"
Emperor Shun's expression suddenly changed. He straightened up and shouted in a cold voice, "Yulong Hebo was also killed by Yaobo?"
Wuzhiqi was so happy that when he saw Emperor Shun change his expression, he hurriedly screamed: "Isn't that true? That brat was very ruthless. I saw with my own eyes that Jade Dragon Hebo was chopped into pieces by him!"
This guy only complained and vented his anger, not caring that Yulong Hebo was killed by Ji Hao in Yaobo's mansion in Yaoshan City, and that the one who killed Yulong Hebo was Boros's spare long sword, which was chopped into pieces by Ji Hao. Understand
"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Emperor Shun couldn't help but slapped his palm on the ground and shouted angrily: "Wuzhiqi, don't make trouble unreasonably. Did you see Yulong Hebo being killed by Yao Bo with your own eyes? With your temper, you won't go Save people?"
"His city defense is too strong, I don't dare!" Wuzhiqi raised his neck and looked at Emperor Shun confidently.
"The city's defense is too strong? You dare not save people?" Emperor Shun, Gao Tao and all the important officials of the human race were all dumbfounded. What's the reason
Wuzhiqi's face darkened for a while. He muttered some excuses, but he really had nothing to say. He simply rolled on the ground again: "Di Shun, you have to make the decision for me! As a human being, King, you can’t protect that kid Ji Hao! He killed thirty-six of my sons! I have worked hard all my life and have had sons since the reign of the Emperor. Now the total number of children is just... "
After opening his mouth, Wuzhiqi suddenly couldn't think of how many children he had. A sentence was stuck in his throat, making him blush and gasping with anger.
Ji Hao followed Si Wenming into the political hall. He immediately saw Wuzhiqi lying on the ground and acting wildly.
When Wuzhiqi heard the footsteps, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Ji Hao with burning eyes. With a loud roar of "Yeah", Wuzhiqi's body turned into a stream of water and rushed towards Ji Hao, punching him in the face.
"Ji Hao, you have to pay for my son's life!"
"If you dare to cause trouble for my baby, I will die!" Ji Xia roared and punched Wuzhiqi cleanly.
There was a loud noise, and Ji Xia's fist collided with Wuzhiqi's heavy punch. Wuzhiqi's body did not move at all. Ji Xia was shocked and staggered backwards, but Wuzhiqi's punch was also resolved by Ji Xia.
Ji Hao sneered, and a burst of fire rushed out from above his head. He grabbed the Hunyuan Sun Flag and was about to kill Wuzhiqi.
Emperor Shun suddenly roared: "What kind of place is this? Are you allowed to do whatever you want? Gaotao, whoever dares to take action will be caught and beaten with a sledgehammer worth ten thousand yuan!"
As soon as Ji Hao's movements stopped, there was only a strange roar from Wuzhiqi, and he tore Ji Hao down with a slap in the face.
(End of chapter)