These words seemed to be heard through the wind, and with the echo of hypnotic chanting, the yellow sand beside her quickly gathered in one place, condensing into the shape of a terrifying monster, as if with the power to destroy the world and destroy the world. And in her hand, it was a long sword that shimmered with golden light.

He Manzhou was very familiar with that long sword.

The golden hilt was carved with delicate patterns, surrounded by dark red charms, as if with an indescribable bloody breath, with an apocalyptic judgment, it was the long sword that appeared in the illusion countless times and was inserted into Ah Jue's chest. It turned out that when He Manzhou and Ah Jue fused the scattered fragments of the "Goddess's Battle Suit" to gather the divine power in one place, the little princess of Loulan was finally moved by Bai Yuqiu's words, and took a step ahead to find the lost long sword, and picked up the sharp blade she once held in her hand again.

The war is about to break out, and the rumors are loud.

The little princess of Loulan walked barefoot through the yellow sand all over the place, and a fog shrouded her.

The howling wind passed by, and the jackdaw hovered in the low clouds, unable to hide its decline.

Xia Mian held the long sword that could manipulate divine power in her hand, and behind her was a monster condensed by a sandstorm.

The long sword is in control, with endless power, and the broken power of the flower soul is not enough to support such a huge divine power, and it is conceivable that it is the same degree of backlash, so every step of Xia Mian carries the pain of piercing the heart and cutting the bones. Those surging forces almost tore her to shreds, but Xia Mian still persevered, the pain made her beauty with a determination that was on the verge of a strange way, and her slightly raised head carried the dignity of a princess who was high above.

The situation completely collapsed the moment He Manzhou absorbed the divine power.

To this day, even Xia Mian, who planned all this, doesn't know how things will develop.

Xia Mian was worried that when she was sleeping, the Black Saintess who appeared on her own initiative as the one who broke the game completely broke her plan, and the two Black Saints did deal a heavy blow to Xia Mian's plan, so that she also took many detours after waking up. But a hundred years ago, the Black Saintess fell in love with the ancestors of the Bai family, and it became a bad move after all.

I have to say that the Black Saintess of that year really shook the foundation of the Wu Clan, and also reversed the initial expectations of the little princess of Loulan. But an accident is just an accident, and shaking is not the same as breaking and reorganizing. It is not enough to simply have some twists and turns, but it is not enough to completely sever the belief of the Wu patriarch since then.

Faith is like an invisible bond, enough to accumulate many irrational things and become something that continues and grows. It is a powerful force that gathers scattered hearts and gives people endless hope. However, if faith is exploited by those who have a heart, it becomes an absurd farce and can lead to unforeseen ugliness.

Although the Black Saintess caused panic within the Wu Clan, the entire tribe was torn apart in the end, and the remnants of the "Goddess's Battle Suit" were scattered everywhere. But because she revealed the secret to her lover, after all, she left a few variables, people's hearts are the most difficult thing to prevent, no one can be sure of the other party's loyalty, and naturally there is no way to predict the final consequences.

It is also such a variable that gives summer hibernation a turnaround.

Otherwise, the remnants of the Wu Clan's strength would not be enough to support the awakening of the little princess Loulan, and perhaps it would be a different situation now.

There is no avenger who wakes up from the flower soul, and there is no end to the fate that has been sleeping for thousands of years, what kind of situation will the Wu clan face, will it completely fall into the endless reincarnation, and there is no possibility of salvation, or only the little princess in the flower soul will become a sacrifice, with the complete sleep of summer sleep, there is no follow-up to all this, and no one can answer.

"Those people....... Why should you be afraid of me?"

When he thought of this, Xia Mian chuckled lowly, and this murmur was quickly spoken.

Her thoughts were still overlapping, and she quickly remembered the second Black Saintess.

That is He Manzhou's mother, a woman who has made many detours in the quagmire of fate. As a member of the Wu clan, she always wanted to escape this terrible tribe, and when others foolishly believed in unrealistic lies, the premonition of the Black Saint made her suspicious of the Wu tribe's sacrifices, and she was never bound by the shackles of her identity, nor was she addicted to it.

In fact, the Black Saintess did manage to escape.

That's why she and He Sheng have a fairly stable time, and the young talent who is obsessed with antique research is tantamount to the best springboard for the Black Saintess, as long as she moves her mind a little, she can live a new life with the help of He Sheng's identity and status. As for how much truth and how much falsehood there is, maybe only she knows it, when the lies and uses are continued, she can really show enough warmth and patience to coax the people in the game for a whole life, isn't it also a certain degree of love.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the silent memory of the Black Saintess only began to wake up after He Manzhou was left, she had something to do, and her short good life was quickly broken. Then it is to go to the scattered tribes of the Wu Clan, deal with the things that the Black Saintess did not completely complete a hundred years ago, and save the deadlock that has clearly come to an end.

The Black Saintess knew that the best way to deal with it was to completely cut off the possibility of the scattered fragments of the "Goddess's Suit" from gathering together again, so as to prevent the monsters in the flower soul from awakening. Since we don't know what the consequences of the accident will be, only by preventing the accident from happening can we leave room and continue to maintain the shaky stalemate.

But why did He Manzhou stay?

Knowing that this girl's identity is very special, she is a unique container of the witch clan's divine power, and she has an extremely strong sense of the fragments scattered by the "goddess's battle suit", in other words, He Manzhou is the biggest risk of the whole thing, and the black saint girl finally couldn't bear it, and refused to nip the future trouble in the bud, and wasted her plan in vain.

Should I say that the Black Saintess was too womanly, or that she relented at an inappropriate moment.

"I've given too much and lost so much for this moment....... It's time for it all to end. ”

The low murmur quickly dispersed in the wind, and the emotion was only for a moment.

The war horse raised its front hooves and neighed silently, and the guards holding spears and swords stood beside the little princess of Loulan, as if guarding the noble gods. Xia Mian walked towards He Manzhou step by step with a long sword in his hand, and the look in his eyes tended to be cold. In the midst of lightning and fire, she couldn't help but imagine what she would face if she couldn't completely stop this.

Is it complete destruction, or a new round of reincarnation.

For these things, Xia Mian didn't know.

But she didn't dare to gamble, and she couldn't gamble. 118

........

At this moment, Ah Jue suddenly raised his head.

The breeze blew her veil, and the sharp gaze reflected in those eyebrows pierced through the heavy yellow sand, and her pupils shone a faint turquoise. However, it is only a glimpse, but it makes people feel a deep sense of fear. This is not just because of the coldness on her face, but because of the absolute crushing of her aura.

That condescending contempt is an instinctive contempt for the weak, because she has enough confidence to stand up to the girl opposite.

But the suppressive power was only instantaneous, and it was quickly replaced by mildness.

Perhaps there are times when gentleness is also a condescending arrogance.

Just like Ah Jue at this moment.

"After all these years, you're still so frizzy. ”

The tone of this sentence is too familiar, and the contemptuous voice is playful, as if she is tolerating her disobedient sister, and it is definitely not like the tone that He Manzhou, a yellow-haired girl, can say.

The stunned little princess of Loulan was also expected, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the girl in front of her fixedly.

He Manzhou, or Ah Jue, didn't continue to respond to anything, but just met the little princess's scrutinizing gaze.

At the end of the sky was an endless blue color, and the shadow cast by the brilliant sky light reflected the gravel. Ah Jue watched the little princess's expression change from surprise to confusion, which was originally a questioning scrutiny, but gradually became less confident, and finally even the fierceness in her eyes weakened.

“....... Who are you?"

After a while, Xia Mian squeezed out this sentence from the half-closed lips, and his voice trembled slightly.

And the corners of He Manzhou's lips floated a faint smile, her appearance did not change at all, but her expression was more than usual, and she was even compatible with arrogance and gentleness at the same time, as if she was looking at the little princess who was still young and ignorant.

"Amiens, long time no see. ”

"Sister....... Are you, sister?"

In that moment, the roaring yellow sand behind the little princess of Loulan quieted down.

Xia Mian's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the girl in front of him with a stunned gaze, trying to distinguish something from her trivial look.

But she couldn't see anything thoroughly, and all that caught her eye was doubt and confusion.

The girl who has always been regarded as a container by her is called He Manzhou, which she has already identified as a victim, Xia Mian is very familiar with all of He Manzhou's actions, and she has already made preparations that He Manzhou will be sacrificed in the final decision. If the curse of the Witch Clan can be completely ended, the necessary sacrifices will seem to be justified.

Just like the saints and twelve concubines of the witch clan who were sacrificed in order to continue the power of the flower soul, He Manzhou's sacrifice will represent a beginning and an end, she will become the last victim, awakening the remnants of the "goddess's suit", and then Xia Mian will devour such a huge power, complete the failed god-making ceremony thousands of years ago, and He Manzhou's death is the end.

But now, is the person standing in front of her still He Manzhou?

Xia Mian settled in front of He Manzhou, his eyes full of doubts. She looked at those clear and moving eyes, and did not catch a glimpse of the yellow sand sweeping in the sky, but saw the blood-stained sunset. Then, time and space seemed to have changed, and the little princess's hand holding the long sword couldn't help but tremble violently.

For some reason, she thought of the scene from a thousand years ago.

It was an endless stretch of yellow sand, rich enough to dye everything around it red, and the corpses of the clansmen were scattered all over the little princess's feet, and the flames burning on the altar reflected the thick night, as if to completely burn everything in heaven and earth.

In the midst of the mournful wail, she always felt that she was righteous.

While the veiled killing machine commanded the arrival of thousands of troops, the entangled mandala flower was also growing rapidly. The blooming flowers seem to be conscious, with evil power, and survive by absorbing the vitality of the Wu people, and every inch of the mandala flower is an extra sacrifice of an innocent life.

Those terrible plants only obeyed the little princess's call and became the weapon that protected her.

The little princess is driving the flowers and vines, entangling the sand and stone monsters who cruelly trample on the lives of the clansmen, and shattering the strange and terrifying illusions around her.

Who is good and who is evil?

This is a divine punishment from heaven, or a retribution of fate, or there is no boundary between good and evil, but people's greed has broken the balance between them, and who can say clearly.

As if seeing Xia Mian's confusion, Ah Jue opened his mouth unhurriedly when he met the eyes that looked straight ahead.

"I didn't expect you to "kill" me at that time. ”