"Okay, we agreed to this matter, but on our side, there is also one condition."

"Dijiang Ancestor Wu said it is."

"A billion merit coins must be paid to us now."

Zhao Gongming thought for a moment and agreed directly, "Okay, no problem." ”

After speaking, he took out the treasure money again, and this superb innate spirit treasure came out.

The transparent wings on the left and right swirled around him happily.

The rich and heavy golden light on his body almost escaped.

As the originator of the flood famine's money, during this time in the underworld, the treasure money was almost overwhelmed, and the merits were almost gone.

"The ancestors are optimistic."

Zhao Gongming smiled faintly, and a touch of mana was played, urging the treasure money, only to see that the treasure money suddenly shone brightly.

Then the sound of money colliding resounded throughout the Pangu Palace.

It didn't take long for the entire Pangu Hall to have an extra mountain of metal, shining brightly and emitting a brilliant and dazzling light.

"One billion merit coins are all in place, if the Emperor Jiang Ancestor Wu is not at ease, he can count them himself."

Di Jiang waved his hand, "The credibility of Gongming Daoyou, we can trust it, we don't have to count it." ”

Zhao Gongming bowed, "Okay, I also believe in the credibility of Lord Zuwu, and I will not be disappointed when the time comes." ”

Di Jiang smiled, "Don't worry, even if my Wu clan has nothing, I won't embarrass my father." ”

Soon, Zhao Gongming and Liu'er left Buzhou Mountain, and the direction of the next stop was the Eighteen Netherworld Sea.

The number of the human race is too huge, Zhao Gongming has calculated it several times, and still feels that it is still impossible to accommodate all the human races just by relying on the three places of Buzhou Mountain, Wanshou Mountain, and the East China Sea.

At the most critical time, the eighteen-fold Netherworld Sea may not be a place to settle the human race.

After Zhao Gongming left, the sound of poisoning the ancestral witch and the corpse sounded in the Buzhou Mountain again.

"Big brother, do we really want to help the human race, Zhao Gongming, this kid, but the Houtu girl was imprisoned in the Netherworld Sea, and she will never be able to live forever."

As soon as the words of the extravagant corpse came out, even Zhu Rong was a little dissatisfied.

What are you talking about, the Wu clan agreed to Zhao Gongming, is it still going back on his word, his Wu clan can't afford to lose such an adult.

"You mean, let our Wu clan rebel?"

Di Jiang glanced at Candle Jiuyin lightly, and the latter was suddenly frightened.

"Big brother, I don't mean that."

"Not the best!"

Di Jiang's face became cold for the first time.

"We are the blood of the Father, God the Father opened the world and blessed all things, how great, as the bloodline of the Father, we must not fall into the prestige of the Father."

"Yes, big brother."

The corpse completely lost his temper and resigned himself to it.

Thirty-three Heavens, Da Luo Tian, in the Demon Emperor Palace, at this time, the high-level of the Heavenly Court gathered together.

The two demon emperors, the ten demon saints, the Xihuang Fuxi, the demon master Kunpeng, etc

Di Jun, the Eastern Emperor is wearing the emperor's crown dress, noble and majestic, seeing that everyone is almost here, Di Jun said slowly.

"I believe that you have all heard the rumors in the recent flood."

"Your Majesty, I've heard that the flesh and blood of the human race can improve the Dao, and the soul can help our demon clan break through the body of the Wu clan, which is simply a big killing weapon."

The Demon Saint Ghost Car licked his lips, and a wonderful expression was drawn on his face.

The taste of human flesh and blood is so wonderful, especially the flesh of a three-year-old child, it tastes even more tender and sweet.

The ghost car already has some taste of marrow, and if you don't eat hundreds of them a day, you will feel uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, if this matter is true, the minister suggests that we slaughter a group of human races first to help my demon clan complete the supreme plan."

The only two of the top ten demon saints, the female demon saint Shang Yang, stood up and arched her hand.

"Your Majesty, the human race was created by the Wa Emperor Sage, if we wantonly kill the human race, how will the Wa Emperor Sage explain?"

As soon as Shang Yang mentioned Nuwa, the entire Demon Emperor Hall suddenly fell silent, and the needles could be heard.

The saint is high, and Nuwa is the saint of his demon clan's camp, slaughtering the human race, in case the saint is disliked, blame him.

The great heavenly court, who can withstand the wrath of the saint.

The ghost car licked the shredded flesh between his teeth, "Shang Yang, you are making too much of a fuss, how terrifying is the reproduction power of the human race, now it is already the race with the largest number of floods, what is the human race we killed?" ”

"That is, there are many human races, and we can't hurt the foundation of the human race, and the Wahuang saints will not blame it."

The Iron Demon Saint echoed and said, he and the ghost car can be described as smelly.

In the past few years, I have eaten a lot of fresh and tender human flesh, which is really delicious.

"Yes"

Shang Yang wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak, so he had to look at Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi.

Whether to slaughter the human race or not, in the end, it is up to His Majesty the Demon Emperor to decide.

Di Jun looked at the quarrel in the Demon Emperor Hall lightly, ignored it, and set his eyes on Emperor Xi Fuxi, "Emperor Xi, what do you think about this matter?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Fu Xi, and their hearts rose.

Fu Xi is the elder brother of the saint, and in a sense, he can even represent the will of the saint.

Fu Xi, who was there with the old god, was stunned for a moment, then got up and arched his hand at Di Jun, "Everything is subject to Your Majesty's holy judgment." ”

If it had been before, Fu Xi would definitely have done his best to organize the demon clan's plan, because the Wu clan slaughtered people, bullied the weak, and killed innocents indiscriminately, which would inevitably be contaminated with supreme karma.

What's more, according to what Fu Xi saw, even if the demon clan relied on the soul of the human race to refine it into a divine weapon.

It may not be possible to win a big battle with the Wu Clan.

But since Nuwa sent him a message that the affairs of the human race had been entrusted to Zhao Gongming, Fu Xi was relieved.

The ability of my own teacher and nephew is still excellent.

When the Terrans are in his hands, nothing will happen.

Listening to Fu Xi's answer, a rare hint of discoloration flashed on Di Jun's face.

He thought that Fu Xi would also intercede with the human race, but he didn't expect Fu Xi to be so calm.

However, no matter how Fu Xi's emotional reaction was, it couldn't sway Di Jun's determination, I saw his eyes stare at him, and he slowly spoke, "Where are the demon saints?" ”

"The minister is here!"

"Give you ten years to rectify your soldiers and horses, and after ten years, the soldiers will be divided into ten ways, and the nether will slaughter people, and after slaughtering people, it will be a witch slaughter."

Dijun's heart was filled with great determination.

Not long ago, he and Taiyi perfected the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array together, and the entire Great Array was free of defects from the inside out.

Coupled with the divine soldiers who can break through the body of the Wu Clan, he doesn't believe that this time, his Demon Clan will be defeated miserably.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In the entire Demon Emperor Palace, there was a deafening voice.

"In just ten years, can Master Gongming's nephew create miracles?"

It was Fu Xi who couldn't help but secretly sweat Zhao Gongming.

The system of the demon clan is complicated, and I thought that there would be a buffer time of a hundred years, but I didn't expect that the demon emperor was so anxious, and only left ten years for the human race, and the time was too tight

Hundreds of millions of people, scattered all over the flood and wilderness, countless, ten years to migrate, difficult, too difficult!

(End of chapter)