Chi You died, the twelve witch tribes bowed their heads, and the war in Jiuzhou was over.

Sometimes things in the world seem to be like this. The beginning is strange and the end is intriguing. Just as no one thought that Chi You would declare war suddenly, and no one thought that this war would end in less than a year.

When the monks in the world who learned the news began to sigh that the rise of the human race seemed to be unstoppable, those who had watched the battle to fight were thinking about the knife.

The difference between one thought is huge, and this sentence is too appropriate to use in the battle of the battle.

If Chi You did not show mercy at that time, but instead cut down with the will of killing and killing Yang Fanhai, what would happen?

King Jiuli successfully survived the Immortal King Tribulation, and the last combat power of China, Yang Fanhai died in battle. The seriously injured Gongsun Xuanyuan either chose to retire and never leave, or could only donate his country with his own power. Unless the holy emperor Fuxi, who lived in seclusion, took action, there would be no hope for the human race.

In this way, the situation in the world will completely reverse, and the witch clan will unify the Jiuzhou with a domineering attitude, and the strongly rising human race will be forcibly pressed down and become a second-class race under the witch clan.

But not many immortals are willing to have such a situation. If Chi You gained power, this domineering and powerful King Jiuli would never be satisfied. The next direction of the Tiger Pok Sword is the overseas immortals or the Heavenly Court, which will be a greater disaster. In contrast, the immortals hope that Gongsun Xuanyuan can become the lord of the nine provinces.

Of course, this immortal clan does not include everyone. The demon king Mo Lie used the identity of the envoy of the Heavenly Court to assassinate Gongsun Xuanyuan. Although Gongsun Xuanyuan had tried his best to suppress the news, rumors still spread. Many people knew that the Lord of the Heavenly Court Emperor Haotian seemed not very satisfied with the new Lord of Jiuzhou.

However, these are no longer important for the time being. The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, and the human race has become the first clan of Jiuzhou.

The Kongtong Seal, which was once owned by the Taoist ancestor, appeared in the world, and was activated with its aura to swallow mountains and rivers, becoming a true innate treasure. I don’t know whether it was because of this legend or because of the influence of faith, no one opposed Gongsun Xuanyuan anymore.

The human race that unified the Jiuzhou held a grand celebration in Zhengcheng. Emperor Yan, a descendant of Shennong, made abdication and officially abdicated, passing the throne of the human race to Gongsun Xuanyuan. With the fate of the five elements, the Holy Emperor Fuxi opened up the prosperous era of the human race, which was wood virtue. Shennong's hundred sage emperors and hundreds of herbs heal the world, which was fire virtue. When Gongsun Xuanyuan, it was earth virtue, so it was called Huangdi.

Some people secretly compared it with Fuxi and Shennong. After heaven and earth, they were called the Human Emperor in the name of man.

The Emperor's Sword shines with the Battle of Zhulu, and because of Gongsun Xuanyuan, it was called the Xuanyuan Sword by the world.

The belonging of the human heart seems to be regarded as the belonging of faith. Those who have faith will win the world. Even if Gongsun Xuanyuan did not take action in the battle of fighting in the Lu, the power of the emperor and the influence of Kongtong Seal is very famous, and everyone in the world knows it.

Yang Fanhai, who was invincible with Chi You, was suppressed by Gongsun Xuanyuan's reputation. The immortals were paying attention to Gongsun Xuanyuan's movements. The witch clan was unwilling to mention his name. The human army had never seen him fight for life and death, but only saw the unparalleled human emperor Huangdi under the Kongtong Seal.

Under the great fame of the new king Gongsun Xuanyuan, he seemed a little indifferent. Apart from the people who had really seen that battle, there were not many people paying attention to him.

Yuzhou, Zhengcheng Royal Palace.

"Entertainment from Xuanwu Clan!"

With a shout, dozens of people from the witch clan delegation slowly walked into the Xuanzheng Hall of the palace. Seeing Gongsun Xuanyuan sitting on the throne, they all half kneeled on the ground to perform a great ceremony: "Greetings to His Majesty Huangdi!"

"Flat!"

Gongsun Xuanyuan asked the delegation members to get up. After seeing the leader of the delegation clearly, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "It's you!"

The leader of the mission was a petite woman who didn't look like a witch clan, but rather a tall human race, with a very beautiful appearance. Who would be if it weren't Jiufeng?

In the past, Jiufeng and Can Gang Duanxiu made a big fuss in Xuzhou, but in the end, Gongsun Xuanyuan personally took action to capture the three of them. Because of Mu Yifan, the three of them were not killed, but Gongsun Xuanyuan also remembered this witch woman who had been crazy about love.

Jiufeng lowered her head: "I have seen Your Majesty, it's me!"

Gongsun Xuanyuan stared at her for a moment, then smiled: "I thought the twelve witch elders from today would be."

Jiufeng also smiled faintly: "The elders have retired, and the matters in the clan are left to the younger generation. Behind me is the new patriarch of the twelve clans!"

"Greetings to Your Majesty!" The patriarch of the twelve tribes stepped forward and knelt down and bowed. They were all young. Although their true age was probably hundreds of years old, they were indeed juniors among the witch clan, and their cultivation was in the realm of Taiyi Jinxian.

Gongsun Xuanyuan nodded: "No need to be polite. In the future, the human race and the witch race will be a family. I would like to ask you about Jingzhou and Liangzhou."

The twelve patriarchs bowed again.

Gongsun Xuanyuan looked at Jiufeng again and asked, "Is it you the leader of the witch clan now?"

"No!" Jiufeng shook his head: "The Witch Clan has never had a patriarch, only a king. I am the new high priest in the clan... the high priest."

"High priest?"

Gongsun Xuanyuan repeated it and smiled, while Jiufeng, who looked at him, also smiled, but the corners of his mouth were a little bitter.

The witch clan has no patriarch. When the king is vacant, the high priest is like the patriarch, managing most of the affairs of the clan. After the Lich War ten thousand years ago, this position has been served by the twelve witch clans, and has never been involved in other witch clans.

Now, without fighting, Jiufeng, the lower-class witch clan in the southern barbarians, has been praised as the position. It is difficult to explain how many of the calculations there are, but at least one thing that relieves Gongsun Xuanyuan: the twelve witch clans have no intention of continuing to fight, at least for the time being.

As Chi You said in the past, under the intrigue, the former nobles of the twelve witch clans have lost the domineering and aura that the former nobles of the witch clans should have. They have failed undeniably, but they are unwilling to accept such loss of face, so they handed over everything in the clan to the younger generation.

I said I was retired, but in this world like the world of cultivation, there was no real retirement. Without talented and stubborn people like Chi You to play against the witch clan, once they had any need, with their influence over the years, they could easily get back the power of the witch clan.

It is also a trade-off to make Jiufeng the position of high priest. Chiyou died and eighty-one gods committed suicide. She is the most famous among the descendants of the witch clan. Moreover, this Nanman Witch Clan woman had no backing after Chiyou's death. If necessary, this high priest can be replaced at any time in the eyes of the elders of the twelve surnames.

After a thoughtful smile, Gongsun Xuanyuan said to many witch envoys: "Everyone is here from afar. I have arranged a dinner to welcome you. Come and take you to rest."

"Here!" A palace servant stepped forward and led many envoys to retreat.

Jiufeng did not leave immediately, as if there was something to be said. After hesitating, he bowed to Gongsun Xuanyuan, and then asked: "King, can I meet General Yang Fanhai?"

Gongsun Xuanyuan shook his head: "There is no way. I want to see him now, but I can't find anyone."

"Not found!" Jiufeng was stunned. The human race valued etiquette. In such a country where the ruler and his subjects were in charge, no king could find his generals, let alone at such a critical moment to establish the orthodox Chinese.

"He is the most special among the generals under my command!" Gongsun Xuanyuan explained: "Under normal circumstances, he and I are friends, not monarchs and ministers. Others don't know about his relationship with Chiyou, and you should know something. No matter what the reason, Chiyou died at his hands, and he should be very sad now, so he left without saying goodbye."

Jiufeng felt nervous and asked hurriedly: "Where has he been?"

"I don't know!" Gongsun Xuanyuan shook his head: "In fact, he often disappears for a while, the longest time lasts for forty years. I have long been used to it and never ask, because I believe that when China needs it, he will definitely appear. It is not a troublesome thing to see him. After some time, when he calms down, he will naturally come back."

Jiufeng was silent, paused for a moment and bowed again: "Your Majesty, I have a reluctant request, please be sure."

"you say!"

"We must stay for three months when we come to Zhengcheng. I heard the name of Princess Jinglu in my early years. I have been with God for a long time, but I have never seen it before. Now I finally have a chance. I hope that Your Majesty can let me live in the Duke of Ji during this period."

After saying this, Jiufeng was extremely nervous, and this request was really presumptuous.

Gongsun Xuanyuan looked at her for a while before shook his head and laughing: "You have asked me a problem. Well, for the sake of the friendship between the human race and the witch race, I will be sure."

Jiufeng was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt down and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He slowly got up and slowly retreated.

Looking at the graceful figure that retreated, a thought-provoking smile appeared on the corner of Gongsun Xuanyuan's mouth.

In the caves of Yanzhou, Panshan, and Misty Valley.

Yang Fanhai was wearing a cloth clothes, drawing water, making fire, boiling water, making tea... and doing this seemingly dull thing in an orderly manner, but his thoughts were hard to stop.

Chi You's death made him feel sad. After the Battle of Zhulu, the thoughts were not only not suppressed, but were rumbling even more powerfully, making him think of the sword that must be killed and held on the side of the cliff from time to time, and the sword, the Xuanyuan Sword hanging on Chi You's bloody body.

Every day is like a nightmare, and only by coming back to this foggy valley can you have a little peace.

After the tea was brewed, Yang Fanhai brought it together to the stone table next to the pool and said respectfully: "Master Feng, the tea was brewed."

Master Feng was painting and nodding, saying, "Let me go, let's take a look, how is this painting drawn?"
Chapter completed!