Xue Fuxiao was stunned: "So quickly? Baiyun Palace, the sect that has been tens of thousands of years old, was divided so easily?"

Dongfang Sansan coughed: "Don't worry about the specifics. There are about a million people coming to defect to us. There may be people chasing and killing people from the Only Wo Orthodox Church. And the one who takes action will be Han Mo Bingtian.

Xue, so...I don’t worry about others going."

"I understand."

Xue Fuxiao looked cautious.

"The world of wind and snow is the home ground of the Cold Demon."

Dongfang Sansan warned: "The strength of the Cold Demon may skyrocket in this kind of blizzard; moreover, the Madman's Halberd will appear at any time, so don't take it lightly when you go. Safety is the top priority in everything."

"clear."

"Go ahead."

Seeing Xue walking away with his flute, Dongfang Sansan immediately called for someone; then he walked to a piece of snow and measured it. The entire guardian headquarters and the large area of ​​snow behind Dongfang Sansan's room had never been moved.

.

"Twenty-two feet deep! Snow on the flat ground!"

Dongfang Sansan sighed softly: "It's still going on."

"After passing the order, all the guardian guards, while fighting the snow with all their strength, allocated half of their strength to start dredging all the rivers, deepening, widening and strengthening the river embankments. Rui Qianshan and Yu Tianqi went to widen the entrance to the sea personally.

"

"The top 100 masters of the Guardian Cloud Weapons Spectrum were all dispatched. Starting from each estuary, they used their spiritual power to deepen, widen, and reinforce the major rivers that flowed into the sea! All the way to the source! You have to be fast!

"

"As I said before, waterways should be set aside due to snow-covered mountains, and strict inspections should be carried out. If anything is not done well, it should be done immediately."

"Let the old man personally go out and lead the entire continent to supervise."

"..."

More than thirty orders were issued in succession, all to prevent floods.

The herald remembered them all and immediately left to deliver the order.

Fengyunqi quietly landed beside Dongfang Sansan.

"Waterproof? Are you sure this snow is going to end soon? Why didn't I see it?"

Fengyunqi is very strange.

As for the celestial phenomena, he thinks he is not much different from Dongfang Sansan, so why can he see it?

"It's not nearly over."

Dongfang Sansan said: "At the beginning of the blizzard disaster, because it came suddenly, everyone had no experience, so they have been crossing the river by feeling the stones. But after half a month of fighting against the natural disaster, we have already gained experience. And no matter what

Every place has developed its own disaster-resistance experience based on topography."

"At this time, although the snow disaster continues to intensify, there is no longer any suspense about whether we can survive it. We have enough food, enough manpower, and timely measures. At this time, if all our people are involved in fighting the snow disaster,

It’s already a waste of manpower.”

Dongfang Sansan said: "So at this time, we can use half of our strength to prevent water damage!"

Fengyunqi said: "Water damage... should be easier to resist than snow disaster."

"Wrong! Big mistake!"

Dongfang Sansan's face was full of worry: "The most terrible disaster in the world is not snow disaster, but flood. The power of water is truly infinite!"

"Brother Qi, when the snow disaster ends, I'm afraid there will be at least 40 feet of snow on the flat ground. What will it look like after it melts? It will be a torrent sweeping across the entire continent!"

"There are ways to shovel out the snow during snow disasters, but when floods come, even with the power of heaven, nothing can be changed. That is the real disaster!"

"The only way to go is to dredge the road into the sea! Apart from that, there is no other way!"

"And don't forget one thing."

The sadness on Dongfang Sansan's face became more obvious: "Brother Chess, it's the season."

Feng Yunqi was startled, and in an instant, his face turned white: "Yes, the season is here!"

"First, after this heavy snowfall, since the snowwater continues to moisten the earth, if it melts and irrigates the soil again, it will inevitably create countless huge swamps across the continent! It is basically impossible to control such a place by force."

"Secondly, the snow disaster occurred in April and a half; now, it is already early May, and it is already summer. The snow disaster is still continuing, at least, it will continue for about ten days... If it stops snowing any day after ten days,

It’s basically May and a half, the end of May, or even the beginning of June.”

"At that time, the snow has stopped, the clouds have dispersed, and the scorching sun is in the sky. It is midsummer! The snow on the entire continent will melt extremely fast!"

Feng Yunqi's face was pale and his eyes were straight: "Can't it be so fast?"

Dongfang Sansan smiled bitterly, dug a deep hole into the ground in front of him, took out a handful of deep soil from the hole, and said, "You want to touch it?"

Fengyunqi touched it and was speechless.

The soil is warm.

"The season has arrived, and the snow disaster will not affect the seasonal ground temperature. Once the snow stops, the heat will attack from both up and down..."

"If we are not prepared in advance, I am afraid that this flood disaster... will be more serious than the snow disaster. Because with the floods and high temperatures, plague will definitely occur, and it will occur everywhere, in large areas, and rescue may not be possible.

It’s too late.”

Fengyunqi said: "What should we do? It's too late to refine the medicine."

"Don't worry about it. As long as the floods are over, I've been arranging people to refine the powder for the next medicine for the plague for three thousand years..."

Dongfang Sansan said calmly: "Enough to spread throughout the entire continent twice."

"!!!"

Feng Yunqi felt like he had been crushed to pieces!

I only thought of it today after being reminded that Dongfang Sansan has been refining medicine for three thousand years!

"You are ready, what are you worried about?"

Feng Yunqi said dissatisfied: "You still frown when you are pretending to be cool, isn't it interesting?"

Dongfang Sansan said helplessly: "I am heartbroken and frowning for the people who died in the disaster... Because no matter how well prepared I am, I can't avoid the death of people across the continent... How did your brain turn to that direction?"

Fengyunqi: "..."

Dongfang Sansan said in annoyance: "Do I still need to pretend in front of you? I'm three thousand years ahead of you... Do you feel proud if I pretend to be myself in front of you? This is the same as trying to be smart in front of a fool.

What's the difference...?"

The last word has not been spoken yet.

He found that the Fengyun chess piece in front of him had disappeared.

Without holding it back, he spat out the word.

Shaking his head: "God... is so blind. Why did he choose you..."

But he said this very quietly.

But Feng Yunqi, who was already running towards the alchemy room, still had a dark face.

But after thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this sentence.

While running around with a dark face, he sighed.

"I was very smart before..."

He muttered.

After Dongfang Sansan made the arrangements, he immediately went back to find out all the information and research on the plan of Weizheng to educate Gu into a god.

After studying for a long time, he sent a message to Fang Laoliu: "Ask Fang Che, has there been any change in his Five Spirit Gu?"

Not long after, Fang Laoliu replied: "It is said that there has been some change. After killing a few young leaders, he became much stronger."

Dongfang Sansan Mei peak showed up and murmured: "So that's it."

…

Look at the tidying up.

All seven people came back and said: "Leader, the gathering has been completed."

Fang Che put away the blood bucket.

He said calmly: "Feng Wanxia, ​​record the merits of our sect."

"Yes, leader."

"Ding Juran, how many have you killed?"

"About seven or eight thousand."

Ding Juran said with a cold face.

"Specific number!"

"I don't want any change, just seven thousand."

"Mo Wang, how old are you?"
To be continued...