The Highest Conference Hall in Liang Zhu City used to be the highest authority of the non-humankind. But now, Gold Crow warriors were flying all over the place.
In a side hall of the Highest Conference Hall, Ji Hao and Si Wen Ming sat comfortably on exquisitely decorated pure golden thrones, tasting the top-grade spirit tea from Pan Yu world, which was brewed with a secret Xiu Clan magic.
The aroma of tea coiled in the air. A dense white mist rose from the tea, filling the entire room with a refreshing aroma. This was a top-grade tea from Pan Yu world. The natural powers contained in a single tea leaf equaled to ten top-grade crystals. Only powerful beings like Ji Hao and Si Wen Ming could make a full cup of this tea and taste it.
Weak Yu Clan nobles could only drink one tea leaf at a time, and it would take them a few days to digest. If Ji Hao and Si Wen Ming had just gulped down the tea, their bodies would have exploded long ago because of the power contained in the tea.
"Uncle, what's the matter? Are those people disobedient again? " Ji Hao narrowed his eyes. A dangerous cold light flashed across his eyes as he said, "If they still want to cause trouble at this moment, I can summon them to serve in the heaven with an edict from a divine emperor. By then, I can throw them to the most dangerous place. "
"It's not their business." Si Wen Ming blew at the dense white steam on the surface of the tea, then happily took a big gulp of the tea. Feeling the pleasant sensation of the explosive natural powers bursting out from his body, he smiled and said, "The tea is not bad."
"Hmm, I'll take a look in the storeroom later. There should be thousands of kilograms left. You can take half back. It's the stock of these large Yu Clan families anyway. If you can't drink it yourself, you can feed it to the horses! "Ji Hao laughed like a spendthrift," You haven't told me why you came to see me. "
Seeing that Si Wen Ming didn't come for anything urgent, Ji Hao relaxed as well. Delightfully, he began tasting the top-grade tea from another world. Not bad, not bad at all. With every mouthful of tea that entered his stomach, he could feel his magic power suddenly increase by a little. After drinking such a top-grade spiritual tea for many years, even a pig could become an almighty Daemon King.
Ji Hao's mind started wandering again. Even these 'low-grade nobles' could get such a top-grade tea, then what about Blood Crown?
How many powerful beings like Blood Crown in Pan Yu world were there in Pan Yu world, constantly looting resources from different worlds and nourishing themselves with the top-grade resources? Just what realm had their strength reached? How many elites did they have under their command? What level had those elites reached?
Not to mention the others, a group of twelve Sun and Moon knights like Red Lei and Dim Cloud could pose a certain threat to Ji Hao. If there were ten groups of such Sun and Moon Knights? A hundred sets? Perhaps even more?
Seeing that Ji Hao seemed to be lost in thought, Si Wen Ming remained silent. Holding the teacup, he stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the patrolling Gold Crow warriors through the large crystal window.
After quite a while, Ji Hao abruptly grinned and stopped thinking about those things. Why did he care so much? No matter how powerful Blood Crown was, was Pan Gu world weak? He was ready to let Priest Mu and Blood Crown fight each other to death.
Not to mention the fact that Netherworld Priest had promised to launch a full-power strike.
"Uncle, what is it?" Ji Hao walked to Si Wen Ming, holding a teacup, and looking at the scenery outside through the window. Other than Gold Crow warriors, Ji Hao also saw countless well-dressed non-humankind men and women leisurely walking and playing on the street.
This was also an 'extremely tenacious' species. No matter how many 'difficulties' they had been through, the 'romantic comfort' imprinted in the deepest part of their souls would never fade. Ji Hao even suspected that even if a blade was put on their necks, these people would still be in a romantic mood, wouldn't they?
"I want to build the greatest divine treasure of my kind." Remaining silent for a long while, Si Wen Ming nodded seriously and said, "Autumn-world divine treasure, I want to build a set of the greatest divine treasure of my kind, to pass it on forever, to protect the natural fortune of our humankind."
"Nine cauldrons?" Once Ji Hao said this, he even wanted to slap his own mouth.
"Eh? It seems that we have the same idea. Indeed, I plan to collect the essence metals from all over the world, gather the natural powers, and build the nine cauldrons. " Si Wen Ming's face blushed slightly, and an indescribable glow had been shining from it.
"With the nine cauldrons as the foundation, I plan to replace the fallen Sky Pillar, Buzhou Mountain, and divide the world into nine provinces. I will gather the earth meridians of the nine provinces on the nine cauldrons, and build an unprecedented great formation of our humankind, which doesn't belong to the power of the world. Instead, it belongs to our humankind — The nine provinces barrier!" Si Wen Ming turned around and looked at Ji Hao with a strange light in his eyes, "From now on, powerful beings from other worlds and outer space devils won't be able to take a single step into the nine provinces barrier."
Looking at Si Wen Ming, Ji Hao couldn't find words to describe how he felt about Si Wen Ming.
Once, the 'All Streams to the Final Land' great formation controlled the unprecedented flood, and forcibly merged the five parts of Pan Gu world into Pan Gu Motherland. Now, he wanted to build the nine cauldrons to replace the fallen Sky Pillar, divide the world into nine provinces, gather the earth meridians of the nine provinces, and build the nine provinces barrier, so that the humankind could live in peace in the future.
Ji Hao had to admit that Si Wen Ming's thoughts were always so magnificent, that even Ji Hao couldn't keep up with him.
Holding the teacup, Si Wen Ming said in a deep voice, "More importantly, many people have already started to learn the spell you wrote for strengthening the soul power. I've thought about it for a while, and I think that the classification of Maguspriests in our Magi Palace is still too rough. In the future, the nine cauldrons can also become the standard to measure the power of Magi Palace Magi. "
"With spirit power..." Ji Hao looked at Si Wen Ming with a strange look.
"Lifting the nine cauldrons with spirit power will determine their social status according to the number of cauldrons they can lift with their spirit power." Said Si Wen Ming excitedly, "Nine is the extreme number... The nine cauldrons are connected to the earth meridians, and are the core of the nine provinces barrier. Lifting one cauldron may not require too much power, but lifting two cauldrons will be ten times more powerful than lifting nine cauldrons, and three cauldrons will be a hundred times more powerful than lifting nine cauldrons... If a Magus can lift nine cauldrons with his spirit power..."
Si Wen Ming raised his head, looked at the boundless space, and said, "His soul will be strong enough to melt stars and become a Supreme Magus!"
"The one who can lift nine cauldrons with his spirit power will become a Supreme Magus!" Si Wen Ming wielded his fist and said, "Ji Hao, what do you think about my idea?"
Remaining silent for a while, Ji Hao responded with a deep voice, "So, what do you want from me? To help you build cauldrons? "
Si Wen Ming smilingly punched Ji Hao on the shoulder and said, "With the inexhaustible pure sun power in the sun world, I need to melt the essence of all metals in the world, and build the nine cauldrons with the strongest power in the world."
Shaking his head, Si Wen Ming grinned and said, "I'm an ordinary human being, and I can't go into the sun world. Therefore, I can only ask you for help!"
Ji Hao remained silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Perhaps, other than the sun world, I can help you more."
Ji Hao communicated with the five-colored cauldron in his lower abdomen. This time, the cauldron obediently floated out of his palm.
Si Wen Ming stared at the cauldron in a daze, as if he was looking at a ghost.
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