The torrential rain was pouring down, and as far as the eye could see, thick and thin columns of water were falling from the sky.
It seems to know that the human race has reached the last moment of water control, the storm is in the last madness, the rain is several times greater than the previous two years, and the heavy water curtain smashes down from the sky, giving people a strong impact that they can't breathe.
Near the hillside where everyone rested, there was a forbidden arrangement arranged by witch sacrifices, and an invisible dome blocked the rain.
The hillside is still damp and cold, but it's much better than elsewhere.
The wet firewood was gradually dried by the bonfire, and the flames gradually became strong in the thick smoke of the bonfire.
Several cast-iron jugs hung from the campfire, and the hot tea soup was boiling.
A large tea bowl with a gap and cracks in each person's hand, no matter how high or low the status is, they are sitting on the ground around the bonfire, and the thick tea soup is poured down, and a warmth spreads in the stomach, and everyone has a smile on their faces, so that everyone really feels that they are really alive.
Ji Hao and Ji Wenming sat side by side on a wet log, and there were many acquaintances of Ji Hao sitting around.
Hua Xu Lie, Lie Shan Kang, and many uncles who supported Ji Wenming, as well as many retainers under Ji Wenming's command and the Chongbu.
Everyone's faces were haggard, and there was a hint of extreme fatigue in their bones.
Whether it is the emperor of a super large tribe, or an uncle from an ordinary tribe, or their respective retainers and generals, these adults who have a respected status among the human race are all ragged and much more miserable than beggars.
Ji Hao even saw that Hua Xu Lie's hair was wrapped with a few aquatic plants, and there was a small toad squatting on Lie Shan's head.
The two delicate and expensive emperors in the past didn't care about tidying up their appearances, and they were gulping down tea soup like those ordinary people in the distance.
In the past few years, although most of Ji Hao's spirit has been immersed in the Dao of Yan, constantly figuring out and comprehending the infinite avenue in it, leaving only a very small part of his consciousness to control the body, Ji Hao has also heard countless legends of Ji Wen's life.
Among them, Ji Wenming passed the door three times without entering, but Ji Hao also knew that not to mention the three times at the door, Ji Wenming went back and forth in Pusaka and various water control battlefields, and he never went back to his home to see it countless times.
Before the flood, he married Tu Shannu, and within a few days, Tu Shannu became pregnant.
Today, several years have passed, and Ji Wenming still hasn't taken care of looking at his son, who can already run around the ground.
Tasting the bitter and hot tea soup, Ji Hao glanced at Ji Wenming.
With only a piece of animal skin wrapped around his waist, he was covered in bruises, and his body was covered with various paw prints, tooth marks, and several mottled wounds that were obviously corroded by venom.
What's even more palpitating is that Ji Wenming's left thigh is missing a large piece of meat the size of a bowl, and his right rib is dented by a large piece, where at least three ribs are missing.
Ji Wenming is a Witch Emperor-level cultivator, and the Witch Emperor who can be reborn with blood should not have any scars on his body.
"Uncle, your injury" Ji Hao was secretly frightened, looking at the scars on Ji Wenming's body, and then looking at the same mottled marks on the bodies of Hua Xulie, Lie Shankang and others sitting on the side, Ji Hao couldn't imagine how many tough battles Ji Wenming had fought in the past few years while he was running around to fight fires.
Ji Hao has Pangu Bell and Tai Chi Dharma Clothes to protect his body, and he also has treasures such as the Heaven and Earth Golden Bridge and the Nine Dragons Chariot with him, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to damage his body, and in the past few years, he has not left even a trace of wounds on his body.
But Ji Wen ordered them, obviously not as good luck as Ji Hao.
"Na, it's okay" Ji Wenming smiled hoarsely in his voice, and shook his head indifferently: "Well, under the command of the Gonggong clan, in addition to the eight important ministers, there are still many extraordinary characters.
Their witchcraft and the like are very difficult to deal with, and when the flood subsides, give me a few years, and these injuries are nothing. ” Ji Hao clicked his mouth, and he took out a gourd pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into Ji Wenming's hand.
"Uncle also knows that I still have a teacher outside the Witch Palace, and these healing and life-saving pills are really good."
Ji Hao stuffed all the pills given by the Great Equatorian to Ji Wenming, these pills didn't mean much to him, after all, the possibility of him being fatally injured was too small.
But for Ji Wenming, every pill is likely to be a life.
"Well, then, you're welcome."
Ji Wenming glanced at Ji Hao, and then looked at Hua Xulie and the others, who were haggard and extremely tired, and generously accepted the gourd.
On the side, a strong woman in charge of logistics came over carrying a wooden barrel, and in the barrel was a hot broth, which was full of palm-sized aquarium monster beast meat rolling.
Ji Wenming laughed, waved his hand and beckoned everyone to start, thousands of miles to the east, a dull thunderous war drum suddenly came from a dark shadowy mountain peak.
The murderous sound of war drums shook the water, and the vast water set off waves that were thousands of feet high, like a wall of water whistling towards this side.
Below the hillside where everyone was resting, hundreds of Terran warriors rose into the air, and they were also ragged and thin, waving their weapons and shouting loudly to move forward.
Hundreds of arc-shaped qi slashed out with a piercing cracking sound, shattering the wall of water that came in.
With a loud roar, a dark light rushed up on the dark shadow mountain peak in front of him, and a dense black cloud spread out in the air, and a huge black snake head with a radius of hundreds of miles suddenly appeared in the black cloud.
The huge snake head glanced coldly at this side, and hissed loudly: "People, Lord Gonggong, has seen through what you have done.
You dredge the river and eventually want to lead the water through the nine most important water gates to the ruins, don't you?"
"This is Kuimen, hehe, it's the first gate of your nine most important water gates" The huge snake head spit out the snake letter, and said compassionately: "The rivers, lakes and seas in front of the major water systems, we no longer compete with you All our strength is gathered in the last nine water gates" "I am the Black Water Snake, the forward general of the Gonggong-sama.
I'm in charge of guarding Kuimen" The Black Water Snake opened its mouth and sprayed a stream of black poisonous water, and shouted coldly: "If you are not afraid of death, you can come" Ji Wenming put down the pottery bowl in his hand, stood up, and looked at the mountains solemnly.
"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the Gonggong clan.
My Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Void Great Array, and they seem to know it in their hearts.
Ji Wenming said indifferently: "Other places don't matter, these last nine water gates, it seems that you have to fight with your life." ” Ji Hao's eyebrows raised, he stood up and sneered: "Uncle, there are only these nine places left, so I don't have to rush around to save the first gate, leave it to me." ” With a smile, Ji Hao said coldly: "The Black Water Xuansnake Department is just the feud of our Golden Crow Department" to be continued
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