Ujida descended to the deepest part of the abyss, this time, her body was not surrounded and protected by the green sacrificial fire, but she did not need this one-time temporary protection that was more fragile than paper, her body or the strange and powerful spiritual power that permeated her body was her best protection - she could feel her long hair (more than three times longer than she remembered) fluttering wildly in the fierce wind, and the thinnest of the thousands of hairs also had the power to strangle the swamp demon dragon- She had just used these hairs to gouge out all of the dragon's eyes at once. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She knew that her hair wasn't supposed to be that long, and as a priestess who had to go to war often, Ujida's hair wasn't as long as it looked, and she would wear a wig on her head when she needed to dress up. In Shuanghe County, the merchants would buy the hair of poor women from village to village, and transport it to the county town workshop to make medicine or weave wigs, like Tian Sanhu's wife, a woman of the upper class, would buy two or three wigs with beautiful buns, pre-insert all kinds of jewelry, put them on when they got up, and take them off when they went to bed, which was very simple. The Yi people don't have the skillful hands of outsiders, but the hair of the slaves does not cost any cost to the slave owners, regardless of the quality, the number of wigs owned by Ujida is better than that of Tian Sanhu's wife!

But she had enough hair to make herself a few wigs—if it was—and she could feel that the essence of the hair was an extension of the mental power within her, and she could have controlled it and restored her hair to the inconspicuous state it had been when little Ujida was not wearing a wig...... No, she couldn't control it, those hairs were more overflowing than extensions, and her spirit wasn't strong enough to dominate such terrifying power!

As if her situation wasn't bad enough, for a moment, the other beings in the abyss turned their attention to her, and she could hear all sorts of whispers, sneers, roars, bets, and discussions, and every hair of hair was transmitting to her the words of an uncautious devil, and she knew that the owners of these whispers had not even met each other, and this did not prevent them from communicating ideas, an experience that Ujida had never experienced before.

She flew forward, leaving all the gossip behind her, knowing they didn't dare to do anything to her for the time being, but soon.

She landed in the lava palace amid a wave of doubts, which hesitated for a moment about the new image of its master, and before her appeared a large door of abyssal ruby, taller than the mountain Ugida had ever seen, as red as her eyes, glowing like blood. The door was inlaid with thousands of abyssal scorpions made of black black iron, with three, six, or nine spiny tails all facing different directions outside the door, and if the presence standing outside the door made any mistake in response, the tail spines of these scorpions would attack it together.

Ujida punched through the wall next to the door, she was the owner of the lava palace, and she thought that no matter what she was now, the lava palace should and should remember this deeply.

Four rivers of metal immediately greeted their owners, and they scrambled to push away the hapless ones buried in the floors and walls, and then carved a new path in front of Ujida. What kind of path was there! The most central place left for her to walk was gold as smooth and brilliant as silk, and on her left and right sides, brilliant silver and bronze twisted one after the other into thousands of splendid sculptures, and the first thing she saw was a silver willow tree, and every leaf on it was a bronze thinner than the wings of a cicada, and the birds made of gold landed on the branches vividly, and each of their feathers was pure gold, and their eyes were rubies, and their songs were as beautiful as bells. Next to the willow tree was a bronze bench, each of which was decorated with a relief of gold and silver, and she could see an orchard of seventy fruit trees on one of the legs, a peasant woman climbed on a golden tree to pick precious fruits, her children salivated under the tree, a flock of chickens made of gold foraging for food in the bushes, and a tiptoeing thief took advantage of the happy scene to sneak towards the barn deep in the trees.

Perhaps because she had taken a second look at the painting, the next landscape shaped by a metal river was a real metal orchard, where each of the fruit trees in the bronze bench relief had grown to the height of a zhang, swaying gently in the non-existent breeze, and the fruits made of pearls, jade, ice chalcedony, amber, ivory, cat's eyes, and other precious stones hung in the leaves of pure gold, like sand in the river. Metallic rivers of fiery molten abyssal iron meandered like real irrigation canals through the orchards among these metallic fruit trees, and silver she-ducks led a flock of ducklings to and flock of ducklings rattling through the irrigation canals.

Ujda's gaze was long on the fruit trees, and she seemed to remember something, a long, long time ago, in an uncomfortably empty place, she had also seen an orchard.

She stretched out her little hand to a fruit tree, which immediately bent down diligently and lowered a bowl of garnet fruit into her hand.

Ujda grasped the fruit, and her memory grew clearer, and she remembered her father, her mother, her people, the high priest who taught her, and ...... The strange false man, now she knew who he was, and she knew very well what had happened that day, what they had actually greeted in the sound of the drums, bells, and prayers of the priests who had joyfully praised the Great God, and how they had fallen into a terrible conspiracy, and had unwittingly become living sacrifices to witchcraft.

Strangely, in the center of all these dreams, in the midst of the malicious peeping that filled the entire abyss and could not be completely shielded by even the lava palace, it seemed that she had met the little girl from the outsider who she had wanted to capture back as a dowry girl, the humanoid Pencara.

Her appearance had changed a lot, she was no longer wearing tattered clothes, her hair and skin were moisturized, only her gaze was still as determined as before.

The red garnet gave off violently in her hands.

The entire lava palace rumbled and shook in the light.

"The time has come!" a voice that froze her blood in her veins, and every hair of her responded eagerly, and then she lost her memory until she woke up in the empty room of the Fang Xing Hall.

"The immortal official is leading people to repair the city wall. A boy's voice sounded clearly and forcefully behind the door, another girl beckoned the others to breakfast, and Ujida listened to their conversation in a daze, her room had no windows, but it did not prevent her from seeing a ribbon tied around her wrists.

The same ribbon was tied to her feet, and a piece of yellow paper smeared with cinnabar was attached to the knot.

It wasn't your average piece of yellow paper, she could now feel the heat attached to the cinnabar incinerating her wrists and ankles as she managed to rip it off, however...... She tore them off, and a bright flame rose on her ankle, enough to turn her into a torch, but Ujida didn't even have to pray to the Gruul god to drain the heat of the flame with her mind.

No one should oppose those who have returned from the abyss.