In a corner of Wujiang Village, there were two out of place people looking at each other's eyes.

"Did you hear the sound?" Qiwu asked after being silent.

"You heard it too?" Lingzhi frowned slightly.

Qi Wu suddenly felt a burning pain. When he lifted his sleeves, there was a mottled and terrifying scar on his forearm, as if it had been scalded by boiling water, and even his skin and flesh were no longer intact.

"It's hurting!" Qiwu said in surprise, "This is not the location of the mark?"

Lingzhi then pulled up her sleeves, and there was also a trace similar to Qiwu's scar on the inside of her arm.

There was originally the location of the Witch Seal.

The two grew up among the apostles. When they were only a few years old, they were helped to destroy the seniors in the apostles with a soldering iron. The overly hot soldering iron destroyed the child's delicate skin. The position of the scars on them has not been conscious for many years. Even if the knife is cut on it, it will not be so painful that it will be hungry and numb.

Now, the scar is starting to hurt.

Qi Wu's heart suddenly raised. The sound he heard just now made him understand a lot of things, including the meaning of the existence of this witch seal. Now the scar is starting to hurt. Could it be that they are going to be punished?

He quickly held his breath and was ready to bear the subsequent pain.

Unexpectedly, what was expected did not come.

"...Huh, why do I think it doesn't seem to hurt that much?" Qi Wu asked Lingzhi foolishly, feeling incredible.

"Some itchy." Lingzhi frowned and gave a conclusion.

Immediately afterwards, the two scars were squirming with their own eyes, and their distorted and hideous skin became smooth and smooth as before. On the slightly pink skin after their rebirth, there was a witch seal totem depicted by gold powder.

"Witch Seal... is back?" Qi Wu was at a loss.

Lingzi and contemplate carefully.

...

In addition to the two, many apostates who gathered in the north because of tracking Jiang Xi and scattered in the north because of failed tracking Jiang Xi, they also heard the voices from the sacred mountain.

The tree of hatred planted in the mind suddenly began to loosen and even began to rot from the roots.

They had originally believed in grudges and began to doubt them.

‘Is the fight within the Jiang tribe real?’

‘We were really abandoned kids back then?’

‘Why should we obey the orders of the Lord of the Black Robe?’

Countless doubts came one after another, quickly overturning their loyalty to the black robe that was forcibly planted in their hearts.

Some people are still stubborn and roar and say that they are not wrong.

So they were controlled by the bone-knit pain, and the whipping of their betrayal from their bloodlines from their ancestors was harsh;

Some people are still shaken and cannot explain their inner thoughts.

But they did not feel any pain, but instead felt like the warm power of their mother's palms, stroking the terrifying wounds and helping the witch seal on them to restore their original state.

...

God never treats his followers badly, nor lets go of his betrayer.

Sin and punishment, merit and reward.

Everything has its own conclusions.

...

When the blood of other people in the Jiang tribe is boiling because of the arrival of the gods again.

Jiang Xi, who is on the throne of the gods, is not calm either.

She felt the separation--she on the throne of God and on the soul, as if she had become two people.

On the throne, she was calm, silent, vicissitudes, vast, and majestic, like a god looking down at the common people, without a trace of emotions and desires, and was as indifferent as a stone statue.

On her soul, she was pulled away from the throne, thrown into the red lotus fire in the sky, and was constantly tempered and burned. Sometimes she felt that she was a small green bamboo rooted in bluestone, and sometimes she felt that she was a small boat on the sea in the storm. She endured the pain and endured many hardships. Her soul became stronger and stronger, and her witch power became more and more abundant.

Jiang Xi is actually not unfamiliar with this feeling.

This is the second awakening as the witch master.

She could feel that there were shackles being opened deeper in her body. This strength became more and more powerful than the peak state of her previous life. Some of the powers that she had used with ease finally came back.

After the soul returns to his position, Jiang Xi’s first thing was to fly over the starry sea and use the Zhoutian star plate to calculate the general trend of the world. Naturally, considering the existence of the immortal life sect is inevitable.

To her surprise, she saw two very deeply entangled vines.

One is the fortune of the Great Cloud, and the other is the fortune of the Immortality Teaching. The two are dependent on each other, and you are in me and I are in you, and you are no longer distinguished!

"So to destroy the Eternal Life Sect, we must overthrow the Great Yun Dynasty first? Is it true that everything has its will? The Shaoyu Witch Lord, a thousand years ago, actually came to what he is today so early."

Jiang Xi was deeply shocked and realized at the same time.

The Jiang clan is really unable to stay out of the world due to changes in the general trend.

"Since that's the case, the Jiang clan——entered the world!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt like a divine sound drifting down from the clouds. All the Jiang tribe members heard this sound and understood the witch's order.

"As long as the witch master's instructions, the Jiang clan will enter the world." The elder Nansang, who had just awakened blood, led the other five elders and bent deeply towards the direction of the sacred mountain without any doubt.

"Abide by the witch master's order, the Jiang clan will be admitted to the world." Many Jiang clan members from Wujiang Village responded.

"The Jiang tribe has entered the world." Countless Jiang tribes scattered in the north responded from a distance.

"Entering the world!" Outside the northern part, Jiangnan, Chang'an and other places all heard this voice. Thinking that they were about to end their thousand-year retreat, they could only be excited and excited!

One day, the witch flag of my Jiang tribe will rise again on this land!

One day, the glory of my Jiang clan’s Witch King era will also be reproduced in this era!

...

...

Xiao Hongyu opened her eyes hard in a daze.

She felt the severe pain like a broken bone on her body, and also smelled the unbearable stench of cattle and sheep, and there were mixed chaotic sounds in her ears - it was a North Vietnamese accent.

What is this place?

Why am I here?

Suddenly, the questions that filled her head made Xiao Hongyu gradually regain her mind. She raised her head in the straw pile and tried her best to look around her, then she realized that she was in a place that was as stench as a cow and sheep pen, with sewage under her body and feces beside her feet.

Xiao Hongyu spent half her life wearing fine clothes and eating. Even when she was in the most embarrassing way with Prince Jiang Xi and Prince Youming, she would at most have slept with clean straw piles.

But now she suddenly fell from the clouds and fell into the mud.

After a brief moment of being stunned, the pain of the torn head made Xiao Hongyu come to her senses. Many scenes flashed like a light in front of her, which made Xiao Hongyu finally recall the reason why she came here-

All of this is actually due to her prince's elder brother.

Xiao Wei told her that she was willing to take someone to escort her to the Xiao family's ancestral tomb outside the city to worship her mother's new tomb.

Xiao Hongyu thought to herself that Xiao Wei and his troops were escorting him, and the cemetery of the Xiao family's ancestral grave was not far from Qingzhou City, and it took less than half a day to go back and forth, which was more than enough for her. She agreed without a doubt.

Xiao Wei asked her to travel lightly and not take care of the maids and mothers. After hearing this, she went out in a plain filial piety uniform.

She turned her back to Xiao Wei without any warning, and she never expected that Xiao Wei would attack her from behind!

When she fell into a coma and woke up again, it was already this place.

"Xiao Wei..." Xiao Hongyu gritted her teeth and said that name, not daring to think about what Xiao Wei's move was. She could only move to a position close to the tent, and pricked up her ears to listen to the sounds outside.

The clearer the sounds outside were, Xiao Hongyu only realized that the person who spoke was not a North Vietnamese accent, they were speaking exactly what the North Vietnamese tribe said!

After a period of elementary school, Xiao Hongyu scatteredly heard the conversations between these people, saying clearly words related to war, Zhenbei Pass, the eldest prince, etc.

This familiar arrangement made her think of a possibility... North Vietnamese military camp!

Although the answer is incredible, when Xiao Hongyu looked around again, he felt that everything was right. I heard that when the North Vietnamese marched and fought, they liked to bring cattle and sheep, so that they could kill and eat at any time.

Here, it turned out to be the North Vietnamese military camp...so has she already left outside Zhenbei Pass?

Why! Why is she here!

Why did Xiao Wei attack her? Could it be that Xiao Wei has colluded with the North Vietnamese?

Xiao Hongyu felt frightened just by guessing this terrifying possibility.

If Xiao Wei, the prince of Zhenbeihou, colluded with Beiyue, and the two were in harmony, how long could his father last in Zhenbei Pass? After Zhenbei Pass was broken, the wide plains and no power could stop the North Vietnamese cavalry, how long could Dayun last?

After all the tragic situations, Xiao Hongyu just practiced them in his mind, which was enough to be heartbreaking.

The north is her home.

"Madam Xiao is kind and compassionate, and she is already unable to protect herself. She still cares about the people. Is she really worthy of being the daughter of Zhenbei Hou?" A voice suddenly sounded in the tent.

Xiao Hongyu was suddenly shocked. She didn't even see anyone else next to her!

"Who is it!"

With the thin sunshine, Xiao Hongyu saw that face clearly - it turned out to be the middle-aged guard who had met him in a ruined temple and was waiting beside the fifth prince Jincheng!
To be continued...