The Lich Age! From now on, it entered the Age of Great Flood!

The floods covered the sky and flooded almost everywhere in the world!

The people died, and in a short while, how many creatures were washed away. Of course, there were countless tribes in the world at this moment, and many powerful people were drawn out. One by one, the strong people set out apart areas to protect their tribe's creatures to survive, and minimize the losses.

But even so, the disaster in front of us will ruin the world.

The sky broke into a big hole and the water poured down. Sooner or later, the whole earth would be submerged. People can survive for a while, but they cannot live for a long time.

There are panic crying everywhere in the world.

But at this moment, at the entrance of the palace of the Wa Emperor, Nuwa set up a big pot, but it was transformed by the Qiankun Cauldron, and poured the fire from the center of the earth into the big pot. At the same time, she waved her hand and waved her hand under the hole in the sky, the Buzhou Mountain fault covered by water.

"Buzz!"

The broken Buzhou Mountain quickly peeled off the outer layer, revealing the center part, and there were five-colored divine stones with five-colored rays.

Nuwa waved her hand and threw the five-colored divine stone into the Qiankun Cauldron and started boiling it.

During the five-colored divine stone cooking, Nuwa seemed to be surrounded by thousands of rays of clouds, with auspicious air in the sky, countless auspicious clouds, and countless immortal birds and beasts surrounded Nuwa. It seemed that the world knew that Nuwa was working hard to save the disasters of the sky and the earth.

Some demons and witches want to get close to Nuwa, but the void creates a huge repulsive force, which makes no monsters or witches get close to each other, as if the heaven and earth do not allow anyone to disturb Nuwa from boiling the five-colored divine stones.

Nuwa showed a chuckling and became more and more careful in cooking.

Not long after, the first pot of five-colored divine stones had been boiled into a gel shape. Nuwa stood up, picked up the five-colored glue, and rushed to the hole in the sky. At the same time, she threw a large piece of five-colored divine stones into the Qiankun Cauldron and continued to boil.

Nuwa arrived at the cave in the sky and filled the five-color glue to the edge of the hole. Gradually, a trace of it was repaired on the edge, and the water falling from the sky became a little smaller.

Repairing the sky is effective. Nuwa returned to the Wa Palace again, continued to boil the five-color divine stone, and filled the new five-color glue into the hole in the sky again. After traveling back and forth, Nuwa was exhausted and constantly repairing the sky.

The rays of light around Nuwa are getting more and more, just like the great god Pangu agrees with Nuwa more and more.

The mouth of the sky.

Taiyi looked at Nuwa repairing the sky, clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and hated her for doing such a shocking mistake.

"Nuwa repairs the sky? If it is done, the sky will surely bring great merits. Another merit of heaven and earth? Nuwa's position as a saint who was originally unstable will probably be completely stable after this battle!" Di Jun said with a ugly face.

"Yes, maybe, even if Houtu threatens Nuwa with his soul annihilation, he will not be able to do it. When the repair of the sky is complete, Nuwa's position as a saint will be fully implemented, and there will be no taboos, and no one can cut her position!" Kunpeng also said with an ugly face.

Gonggong Tribe.

The ancestor witches were also frustrated at this moment.

Nuwa repaired the sky is a good thing, but Gonggong and Zhurong caused such a big disaster. Although the heaven and earth did not punish the witch clan, the witch clan might have a decline from now on. The witch clan, which relied on Pangu's essence and blood, was probably rejected by the heaven and earth in the future.

Sanqing stood in a corner, watching Nuwa repair the sky.

"Nuwa repairs the sky? The teacher has also calculated it!" the Supreme Lord sighed.

"Yes, when can we calculate as much as the teacher?" Tongtian frowned.

"In addition to time-like magic weapons, there is also the ability to achieve the position of saints! Using heaven and earth as the basis, you can also deduce the future!" Yuan Shi narrowed his eyes.

"Become a saint? Become a saint like Nuwa?" Tongtian's eyes lit up.

"Yes, Nuwa repairs the sky. Just now, what we have to do is to promote the Chaos Yin-Yang Array in the Witch Clan. This is the key to our killing of three corpses and one saint!" The Supreme One said solemnly.

"Yeah!" Yuan Shi, Tongtian nodded.

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The rear tribe!

Houqing, Houyi and other witch gods also learned about Nuwa repairing the sky, and at this moment, they were so angry that they were all over.

"The Qiankun Cauldron is the key to repairing the sky? That is the ancestor witch, that is the ancestor witch of Houtu, he was deceived by Taiyi!" Houyi said hatefully.

"Houyi, don't talk much, and the ancestor witch won't let him talk nonsense!" Houqing sighed.

"Fuck, what can I say? There is no good thing in Heaven. Taiyi is not a good thing, and those ten Golden Crow princes are not good things either!" Houyi said hatefully.

The other witch gods were obviously all madly at this moment.

Nuwa repairs the sky? Originally, it was supposed to repair the sky. It was supposed to be the glory of our tribe, and our tribe prospered the world. But now, everything is gone.

All the witch tribes of the Hou tribe were very resentful and sighed from time to time to look at the main hall of Houtu not far away.

"The distinguished guest is here, stop talking!" Hou Qing shouted.

The witch gods then shut up in depression.

The distinguished guest is not someone else, but the Xuanming Ancestor Witch that Houqing just invited.

In the reception hall.

Xuan Ming looked at the shadow of Houtu in front of him with a complicated expression.

It's like a projection, but this projection is shaking, as if it's shaking at any time.

"Hou Tu? You ask me?" Xuan Ming asked, looking at Hou Tu's phantom.

Houtu’s phantom seemed extremely weak. He nodded slightly: “Xuanming, did you see Nuwa outside repairing the sky?”

Xuan Ming looked complicated and nodded: "Yes, Nuwa repairs the sky. Although it is not complete yet, I can already guess that after repairing the sky, the sky will bring great merits to Nuwa and stabilize his position as a saint. Moreover, I just heard that the Qiankun Cauldron was originally...!"

"It was mine!" Houtu said with a smile.

"Houtu, you missed the position of a saint. Don't you regret it?" Xuan Ming stared at the phantom of Houtu and said in confusion.

"If I can wait, what is the position of the saint whom I have to wait for?" Houtu said with a smile.

"What did you say?" Xuan Ming said in a daze.

Xuan Ming couldn't imagine that Houtu was so indifferent to the position of a saint? In order to wait for someone, there are people in this world who are more important than achieving the position of a saint? Houtu was confused?

Hou Tu took a deep breath and shook his head: "If it were you, you would have resurrected Xia Ruotian and his son at the cost of abandoning the position of saints, would you like to?"

"Teng!"

Xuan Ming stood up instantly and stared at Houtu.

"How do you know who you are?" Xuan Ming glared and furiously.

"It was Taiyi who told me, Xia Siming! You haven't answered my question yet. If it were you, would you like Xia Ruotian and his son to be resurrected or become a saint?" Hou Tu stared at Xuan Ming and smiled.

Xuan Ming's face was in a state of uncertainty. If Taiyi said it, everything would be explained. However, Xuan Ming did not expect that Taiyi even said this to Houtu.

After a moment of silence, Xuan Ming showed a wry smile: "Of course I want the mother and son to be resurrected and become a saint who lives with the world. What if I want to be the first in the world? But I am the only one in the world, but I would rather not be the first in the world, and I would rather be resurrected by their mother and son!"

After Xuan Ming finished speaking, he unexpectedly looked at Houtu. The person in Houtu's heart is more important than the position of a saint in Houtu's heart?

"Do you know I'm traveling through time in the future? You invite me here, not just to say this!" Xuan Ming held the teacup and looked at Houtu with a complicated expression.

"I want to say, what if it is possible to resurrect Xia Ruotian and his son?" Hou Tu said with a smile.

"Crack!" The teacup in Xuan Ming's hand was instantly crushed.

"What did you say?" Xuan Ming stared at Houtu with some trembling body.

"If you can become a saint, you can change the fate of Xia Ruotian and his son!" Houtu explained.

"Hahaha, how is it possible? History remains unchanged! Even the saints cannot change history. They are all dead. How can they be resurrected?" Xuan Ming shook his head and expressed his disbelief.

"For the future you, the death of Xia Ruotian and his son is history. But what about you now? Xia Ruotian and his son are not born yet. They are your current future. History cannot be changed, but the future can be changed!" Houtu said with a smile.

The broken tea cup in Xuanming's hand was once again crushed into powder.

The future? The future is full of variables. Can the future become? Xuanming suddenly became anxious.

After being excited for a while, Xuan Ming forced himself to calm down. After thinking for a while, he shook his head: "Impossible, there is something wrong with your logic. I have come from the future. Everything is based on the future. Everything is history. What has happened and cannot be changed!"

"Have you heard of it, have you died?" Houtu said solemnly.

"Substitute?"

"History is fate, which is fixed and cannot be changed, but saints can replace one person's fate with another person's fate. You can find a substitute before Xia Ruotian and his son die, replace them, and then hide Xia Ruotian and his son. When history is over and into the future, let Xia Ruotian and his son appear. Wouldn't it be a knot?" Houtu explained.

"Substitute for death? Replace for death?" Xuan Ming suddenly trembled all over and found that all this was not impossible.

This is operational!

"Thank you, Houtu Ancestor Witch, thank you, hahaha, thank you!" Xuan Ming trembled all over excitedly.

"So, the hatred between you and Taiyi can still be resolved, right?" Houtu said with a smile.

Xuan Ming looked at Houtu and finally nodded: "You are really concerned about Taiyi!"

"Now, back to the topic just now, if you want to resurrect Xia Ruotian and his son, you must become a saint, but how do you become a saint?" Houtu looked at Xuan Ming.

"Become a saint?" Xuan Ming became solemn.

"The Witch Clan is transformed by Pangu's essence and blood, and there is an opportunity to become a saint. This opportunity is among our twelve ancestor witches. Gonggong and Zhurong are eliminated. I have wasted Pangu's trust. In the rest, you can use the Witch Clan to become a saint!" Houtu said solemnly.

"Please give Houtu advice!" Xuan Ming gave Houtu a solemn gift.

"This year, I have lost the Qiankun Cauldron and wrapped the Yin and Yang Pond of the Heaven and Earth with my body. Although the loss is huge, I have realized a little of the ability to predict. The great disaster of the witch clan has arrived, and all the witch clans will not be spared. However, you are different. You are traveling through time in the future, but there is a glimmer of vitality!" Houtu said solemnly.

"A glimmer of hope? Why did you choose me?" Xuan Ming looked at Houtu.

"Jumang, Dijiang, Shebizi, is a foreign race, you know better than me, Gonggong, Zhurong was the best choice, but unfortunately, they were plotted against and died in this era. Now, you are the only one left! So, I hope you can leave a way out for the witch clan!" Houtu said solemnly.

"Me?" Xuan Ming said solemnly.
To be continued...