Gan Huang said it very lightly and slowly, and his tone was even calmer, as calm as if he was smiling. But the words he said were indescribable murderous intent, which made Yang Fanhai feel the murderous intent that was chilling on his back.

A chill in his heart came, and he couldn't help but shout: "Gan Huang, you want to kill all the witch clan!"

Zuiyang San is divided into six days and three days of fertility. The wedding is exactly nine days, and there are all kinds of things in the past. Yang Fanhai didn’t know that this so-called wedding is probably a pure scam. He concealed himself, deceived Jiufeng, and deceived the entire witch clan.

"Teacher, I have to do some things!" Gan Huang stood up and said slowly: "If you are not a race, your heart will be different, and the witch clan is even more so. This is a race that speaks generously but actually has no moral bottom line."

"They are indeed a fearless race that deserves respect, but they will never be a race that can be closely related to it. If you want to make friends with them, the premise is that you must be strong enough. Even if you are kind and kind, brothers and brothers are just as kind as respectful as you and Grandpa of the Holy Emperor, it is known to you that once the human race is weak and there is no strong man like you and Grandpa of the Holy Emperor, the human race will be their first prey after they reveal their minions."

Yang Fanhai rushed over and grabbed his chest and said, "How can you think so? How can you think so? You are the Emperor of China. Even if you are not the Witch Clan, they respect you as the Witch Sect and regard you as a relative. How can you think of them like this?"

Gan Huang shook his head gently: "Teacher, you are wrong. It's not that I think of them like this, but that they are like this. They can't be described as bullying good and afraid of evil, but they are definitely a race that will not make friends with weak people."

"In the past, although they did not look like a loser, they did not act as a pitiful person. Later, the Holy Emperor left, and with you, the master, they did not act too much."

"But teacher, what about the years you left? They were making trouble in the south, doing whatever they wanted. They were obviously wrong, but they still seemed to be the human race first. When you come back, they stopped. I had thought about peace with the witch clan, but I could not forget the attitude of their embarrassing father that year and a half."

"They can respect me as the Wu Sect not only because of this seemingly harmonious time, but also because I am still strong enough. If I don't have the strength of the Taiyi Jinxian Realm now, if I don't have the potential to enter the Immortal King, do you think they will give me a good face if you don't come forward?"

"In the past, I asked the teacher to help me write a letter to Jiufeng, not only because I wanted her to help me, but also because of that letter, I could let them know that you have paid attention to this matter and let them restrain themselves and then follow the trend."

"The facts are as I expected. Even if I had so many names in the witch tribe, it was useless. At first I didn't show it to me. It was not until Jiufeng took out a letter and let the guys from the twelve witch tribes read it that they truly accepted me and agreed to what I proposed."

"Teacher, ask yourself, if you were in my position, if you also experienced these things I experienced. As a king, would you feel at ease with such a race around you to live with your own tribe? And it was when your own tribe was rapidly weakened and they were relatively powerful."

Yang Fanhai took a deep breath. This sudden incident made him confused. On one side, he was his own tribe member, his disciple, on the other side, the tribe member left by Chi You, and his friends, he could not choose his position.

At this moment, he could only judge with emotion, and looked at Gan Huang and shook his head: "You can't do this, this will cause Jiuzhou to fall into war again, and the witch clan is not that easy to deal with."

Gan Huang broke away Yang Fanhai's hand, took a step back, slowly sorted it out, and then said lightly: "If you want to put Jiuzhou into war, they also need to have the power to fight."

"Teacher, it's now. Haven't you figured out why, except for you, Yinglong, Rio Tinto General, Chi Songzi and others were not there?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Fanhai was stunned, and his face changed drastically. He, Rio Tinto, Yinglong, Chi Songzi, Ji Bo and generals from all sides were all important officials in the army left since the Gongsun Xuanyuan era. However, for the recent wedding, no one except himself and Yinglong appeared.

Gan Huang said before that it was not just here, but also other places to celebrate together, so he asked them to go to the front line. At this moment, it was definitely not the case. Unfortunately, my mind was disturbed by the Jiufeng incident, so I didn't even think about it.

"The teacher must have thought of it!" Gan Huang said slowly: "From the day when the wedding was being prepared, they began to enter the witch clan for various reasons and secretly understood all the communication methods of the witch clan. Five days before the wedding, the war actually began."

"Teacher, do you think there is only fire here? No, at this moment, the entire Liangzhou and Jingzhou have entered the sea of ​​fire. Except for the people you see, other Chinese soldiers are fighting. In the past ten days, Yinglong led his troops to block no less than a thousand urgent letters of the witch clan on the periphery of the Southern Front Camp. It is useless. From the Battle of the Sky to the present, I have been planning for this matter for more than 200 years. How could I give them a chance?"

More than two hundred years... Yang Fanhai's heart was shocked. At this moment, he finally realized how much he underestimated this disciple. The layout began with the Battle of the Sky.

Looking back on so many years, this disciple who always smiles and makes people feel warm in his heart is no longer just a wasteland. He is the emperor, the Emperor Zhuanxu of China. He is no longer a child who only knows how to keep his feet, but has become a gamer.

After two hundred years of endurance, no one could see why even the witch tribe became loved by the person who raised the butcher knife to them.

I can't imagine that when I started learning how to play, my disciples had already thought of this game that took two hundred years to complete.

It was so scary that Yang Fanhai felt inexplicably frustrated. Gan Huang's entire plan did not reveal anything to him, which means that the two were not in the same camp.

Although his spiritual sense was affected by Zuiyang San at this moment and he could not detect the situation at the foot of the mountain, he believed that with Gan Huang's scheming, since he began to tell him all about it here, it meant that everything could not be changed.

This is how I lost my first game. I lost to my disciples together with the witch clan, and I lost to my own disciples.

"Teacher, being influenced by you for so many years has made my heart softer." Gan Huang sighed softly and took a sip of wine: "Actually, before I proposed marriage, I even hesitated whether to consider it again. But when I talked about this with the real elders and patriarchs of the twelve witch clans, their reaction finally made me no longer care about it."

"This group of arrogant guys also figured out the advantages of the witch clan under the influence of the Jiuzhou barrier. They actually thought I wanted to win over them through marriage, and there were even people secretly laughing at him, and the human emperors were more backbone than the other."

"But they didn't know that without this marriage, how could I let those guys who said they retired but actually manipulate the witch clan gather here. Do you think so, teacher!"

Looking at Yang Fanhai and smiling, he still looked innocent and simple, just like the warm sun in winter, making people feel as if the world is a little more comfortable.

"You are crazy!" Yang Fanhai shook his head, excited and unable to stop, and looked at Gan Huang and said loudly: "You will ruin your reputation like this. You will be despised for the rest of your life. How do you ask your teacher to explain to the Holy Emperor?"

"Teacher, you don't need to explain to anyone!" Gan Huang shook his head: "Zuiyang San was made by the Holy Queen Grandma. Do you think the Holy Emperor Grandpa would not know? Some things were his accusation. As for the destruction..."

When he saw him, he smiled and shook his head: "How could I care about this so-called reputation? If it can be achieved overnight today, the witch clan will no longer be able to threaten the human race, so I will not say that I will be ruined even if I have been infamous for thousands of years."

"Teacher, if the human race is destined to need a person who is notorious, bears all sins, and makes the world unshamed, then let me be the one."

As soon as the sound fell, I suddenly heard a delicate shout, which shocked the earth. I saw a red figure rushing out of the fire. I held a big long sword in my hand, and no one could stop me wherever I passed.

"Jiufeng!" Yang Fanhai exclaimed lightly. Who is this red figure, who isn't Jiufeng wearing wedding clothes?

Under Zuiyang San, the witch clan became fish and was slaughtered at will. At this moment, there was no one who died, and there was almost no movement. But one person was Jiufeng. She was the most bride and entered the bridal chamber early. Over the past nine days, she had almost no drink or food, and was not affected by the poison of Zuiyang San.

At this moment, the only witch clan combat power here is her. But after all, what can I do if I am just one person? The situation has been achieved and it is meaningless. Even if I kill more people at this moment, it will not turn the situation around.

"Jiufeng!" Yang Fanhai's eyes were flawed, and he looked at Gan Huang and asked loudly: "Jiufeng is not bad to you, and even helped you so much, why did you harm her so much?"

After today, Gan Huang is indeed disgraced, but Jiufeng will be infamous for thousands of years and become a laughing stock for practitioners.

If someone else uses marriage to harm your entire race, such a thing is enough to cause mental breakdown.

The biggest victim of the result of this conspiracy is probably Jiufeng.

"Jiufeng?" Gan Huang shook his head with a smile: "Teacher, do you think she is just a good person, but you are innocent?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Fanhai asked in a deep voice, his eyes kept looking at the mountain, ready to take action at any time.

"After so many years, even after experiencing so many wars, you can't change your indecisive personality!" Gan Huang took a big sip of wine, his face suddenly became extremely serious, and he asked word by word.
Chapter completed!