The four shili on the land of China were all curious about the twelve Taoists who suddenly appeared.

Although the demon clan has been defeated, after all, it is a skinny camel bigger than a horse.

This nameless shili actually relied on only twelve people to force the demon clan to make concessions. Thus completely turning the tide of the battle, which is simply incredible.

East Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing Palace.

Lao Tzu glanced at Li Qingming meaningfully, and said, "Although the demon clan has retreated this time, the monstrous flood is still there. I wonder what you think?"

Li Qingming, who was seen by Lao Tzu as a weak heart, took a deep breath and said: "Uncle Shi, this matter is a matter of the human race, I can't wait to interfere!"

The primordial who came back from his thoughts also said: "Big brother, this flood is a test of the Heavenly Dao to the human race, and the human race is the protagonist of heaven and earth destined to flourish, so naturally it will not be destroyed." The most urgent thing is to find the people who have crossed the catastrophe!"

Tongtian didn't have any ideas, but just threw out a sentence dryly: "What the second brother said is very true!"

Lao Tzu raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "In this case, then ask Xuandu and them to speed up their pace and find the remaining people who broke the robbery as soon as possible." ”

"Good!"

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The national capital of Jizhou, the Golden Palace.

Di Shun looked at the sand table on the table with a sad face, and what was shown on the sand table was the land of Kyushu in China. And every big river on it has a small red flag, which is dazzlingly red.

"Report!"

At this time, a guard burst in from outside the main hall in a panic, his face full of joy.

Di Shun's brows furrowed. He glanced up at the guard and said, "Why are you so alarmed?"

"Bixia, Bixia, good news!" the guard knelt down on one knee and said incoherently, "Demon Clan, Flood...... The demon clan has retreated, and the flood level is also constantly dropping!"

"The flood level has dropped!" Di Shun looked ecstatic, and he came out of the main hall in a flash.

At this moment, there is no cloud above the sky, and the sun is sprinkled with a little afterglow, where there is still a trace of rain and mist.

"Haha. God bless my Terrans. God bless my human race!" Di Shun was ecstatic, and two lines of muddy tears unconsciously flowed from his eyes.

This time, the demon clan set off a flood, and the human race suffered countless casualties. Seeing the beautiful home washed away by the flood in an instant. Who can not be grieved?

He laughed for a while. Di Shun turned his head to look at the guards who followed him. Said: "Although the demon clan has retreated this time, the flood is still there. Spread the word and ordered Kun to continue to carry out the responsibility of controlling the water. If you can't see results within 10 years, you will not be spared!"

"Whew!" the guard saluted and hurried away.

In this way, the Terrans once again fell into a difficult life of water control.

In the blink of an eye, another five years have passed.

In the past five years, the Terrans have slowly regained a trace of vitality, but the floods that raged during this period still continue to invade the lives of the Terrans.

The long river is flooding, the five lakes are flooding, and the human race is struggling.

The water seemed to be torturing the patience of the Terrans, and every time they retreated, they would cross the river and pour up the embankment at intervals, destroying the homes that the Terrans had just rebuilt.

In desperation, a large number of Terrans began to consciously move away from the vast wilderness and moved to the deep mountains and plateaus to escape the disaster.

Over the years, Kun has not learned the lessons of previous failures in controlling the flood, and still relies on the nine-day rest of the soil in hand, building embankments and dams, forcing the flood water to be diverted and returned to its place.

Thus, the whole human race began to live with water blocking the east in the east and water blocking the west in the west.

However, the world of China is so big, this flood has affected the entire land of China, even if the river is blocked, over time, there will be a situation of bursting the embankment.

Besides, the flood water can't cross the levees built by the soil, but it can break through the low estuaries everywhere, and it can't even completely block the estuary, right?

Time flies, and the ten-year period has finally arrived.

Seeing that Kun's water control had been ineffective for many years, Emperor Shun ordered people to detain Kun and announce it to the world.

Saying: Kun served as the official of water control, but he has been fruitless for many years. Not only did it cause the mountains to rise on the land of China, but it also caused the tragic death of countless clansmen, and its crime can be punished! When seven days later, on the top of Yushan, the punishment of beheading the cang!

Hearing the news, Li Qingming, who had just returned to Penglai Island, hurriedly said hello to everyone on the island and closed the dead pass.

Li Qingming, who was sitting cross-legged in the secret room, had a glittering light in his hand, and a scalpel in a state of nothingness suddenly appeared in his hand.

Feeling the sharp aura of the scalpel, Li Qingming said to himself: "Old friend, back then, you were used to cut out the twelve earthly branches, and you achieved the power of the middle stage of the twelve sub-saints!

"Buzz!"

The scalpel shook slightly, making a pleasant hum.

"Then, let's start!" Li Qingming's eyes flashed, and he instantly dragged out the three souls and seven spirits that were pregnant and raised in the internal organs, and then raised the knife in his hand......

After a while, a golden point of light flew out of Penglai Island and threw itself into the land of the Nine Shadows of Reincarnation.

Looking at the golden light that was fading away, Li Qingming, who was slightly tired, took a breath and said, "Sage clone, hehe...... Hehe......"

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Yushan, located in the land of Xuzhou, is named after Duoxia Zhai (pheasant with five-colored feathers).

Because Xuzhou is the most flooded state, and Yushan is the highest mountain in Xuzhou. Therefore, there are many human races living on the top of Hayama. They settled here to escape the floods, and although they lived in poverty, they were spared the fear of their lives.

But at this moment, the purity here was broken by an edict from Di Shun.

In the wee hours of the morning, the moon is still on the edge of the West Pole. A team of soldiers in golden helmets and armor escorted Kun to the top of Yushan.

These soldiers are all vigorous and vigorous, and they obviously have good cultivation.

This is what Di Shun thought of when Kun was young, and then connected to what Kun did in these years. He expected that Kun had a high level of Taoism. In order to prevent Kun from escaping, a pair of monks were specially sent to escort Kun to Yushan for execution.

In the clear night sky, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce. The silver moonlight shines on the feather mountain, which is full of chaos, and it is even more quiet.

Standing on the top of the mountain, watching the great rivers in the distance flow into the sea, and looking at the black, completely earth-made embankment. A bright light flashed in Kun's mind, and he muttered: "Maybe it's a good way to change the blockage to the sparse meeting!"

But even so, it was too late at this moment, and he had no chance to deal with the flood.

The monk who was carrying a tiger-headed broad-backed knife in his hand glanced coldly at Kun, who was muttering, and said, "Lord Kun, we are also acting on orders, and please don't blame us!"

"Bang!"

The knife rises and falls, and the blood spills in the sky!

The great-great-grandson of the dignified emperor, a generation of great sages who control water, has died!

"Boom!"

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, which was as bright as day, and then the earth-shattering thunder exploded.

Above the sky, a crimson cloud floated in.

Endless chaotic qi overflowed from the gaps in the distant space, making the entire space seem dull and oppressive.

The gold-armored monks raised their eyes to the sky, only to feel that their hearts were like a big stone blocked, and they were uncomfortable.

"What the hell, what the hell is the weather?" the golden-armored monk who had just been executed scolded and scolded, and the tiger-headed broad-backed knife in his hand was still dripping with rainbow-colored blood.

"Big brother, let's hurry back to the capital! The weather is really weirdly tight!" a small monk shivered with excitement, and his golden armor made a crisp and pleasant sound as if he was overwhelmed.

"Xiao Sheng, can you not be so fucking cowardly? I and other monks are already practicing against the sky, what kind of immortal are you cultivating so timidly?" The monk with the axe freed his left hand and touched the back of the little monk's head.

The little monk looked at the smiling gold-armored monks around him, pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said, "That, big brother...... Don't you want to dispose of the corpse of Lord Kun first?"

"Where did you come from so much nonsense, why do you care so much? Go, go back to China!" the monk with the axe took a mouthful of thick phlegm and headed down the mountain.

"Boom!"

Thousands of thunderbolts descended from the sky and turned into dragons in the void. The big dragon crossed the sky, as thick as a mountain, and swooped down with teeth and claws. Except for the little monk, all the golden-armored monks were swallowed by the dragon.

Immediately after, there was an even more terrifying thunder sea frenzy, with endless electric light surging and deafening!

The little monk looked at the road that was submerged by the sea of thunder in shock, and his mind went blank.

Half an hour later, the little monk who had just woken up from a dream screamed in amazement, turned into golden lightning, and disappeared on the feather mountain.

At this moment, goose feather snow suddenly fell on the sky, and the thunder also disappeared when the snow fell.

The snow was red, just like the fall of the Zhun Ti saint back then.

In this red and blood-like snow scene, a cyan figure suddenly appeared next to Kun's corpse, and when he looked at it, it was the Yuqing Sage, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Primordial approached Kun's corpse, and a cyan jade halal yuan flashed in his eyes, and under these deep eyes, everything was hidden.

After a while, the primitive dissipated the blue light, and there was a look of joy on his face, and he said to himself: "Qingmingzi is right, there is really a child in the belly of this cang!"

Speaking of this, the primitive flicked his sleeves slightly at Kun's belly, and saw that the belly of the turtle gradually became transparent. A tightly clumped little guy squirmed from side to side in the belly of the cang, and it looked like a little human baby.

Primordial smiled slightly, and with a flick of one hand, the little guy floated out of Kun's belly.

Primordial Tianzun took the child, looked at the pink face like a porcelain doll, and said with a smile: "Qing Lingzi, Qing Lingzi, I didn't expect you to be that Dayu............!