Li Qianhua didn't blink at all, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she watched her subordinates drag the woman back to Jiuli City and handed it to the high priest.

This woman is finally going to sacrifice to the witch god, and she doesn't need to give it herself.

The high priest looked pious and asked several priests to carry a giant flower. On the stamen was a sleepy woman, walking all the way to the altar of the Witch God.

This is a secret room dug out of the mountains.

Since she became a senior, Li Qianhua has not been here a few times. As the queen, it’s not that she can’t come, but that she doesn’t want to come.

This place is too terrifying for people, so you can come less if you can.

But this time she came, she wanted to witness the birth of the witch god with her own eyes.

Unlike before, when the witch god priests placed the woman next to a deep well in the center of the altar, a sound came quickly from the deep well where the witch god was.

It seemed as if the whispers from hell were constantly gushing out from the wellhead, making people confused. Finally, a tentacle climbed up the wellhead, followed by more tentacles, and finally a huge body. This body was like a naked muscle, or like a brain that was knocked on the head of a wild beast, emitting a strong fishy smell.

However, this ball of things is not muscle after all. It rolls forward, and it is more like a ball of flowing soft mud. The so-called tentacles, after pulling it out of the deep well, melt into a ball of rotten meat.

The mud-like piece of meat was very big. When it finally squeezed out of the deep well, it made a bang and burst out of the deep well, occupying most of the altar. As soon as the end of the meat was left the deep well, the flower was attached to the front of the meat, and rolled towards the beautiful woman on the flower.

The woman remained unconscious until she was touched by the meat piece, and granulation grew on the meat piece, and the granulation climbed up along the woman's glorious calves. Soon the woman's entire body was covered with the meat piece, leaving only a contour.

Li Qianhua saw that the meat pieces kept climbing up the flowers, and finally covered the entire stamen, bulging like some kind of fruit. Suddenly the petals began to shrink, wrapping the meat balls and the woman in the meat balls, and turning them into a bud again. I don’t know what happened in the buds, but from outside, I can only see the buds as if they were alive, like breathing, with regular rhythm. Under this rhythm, they grew rapidly and grew stronger quickly.

After a long time, the bud stopped rhythmic, and one hand stretched out from the top, and the bud then slowly bloomed. The woman just now stood up straight, standing in the center of the petals, extremely independent!

The woman took steps and walked down the flowers.

Li Qianhua took a step back again, the high priest took another step forward, and had already walked to the woman, and his eyes were furious.

"Great Witch God, you are finally born!"

"No. It's a little bit short!"

An empty voice came from the woman's mouth, and as she said, her eyes swept back and forth across the faces of the high priest and Li Qianhua, she suddenly stretched out her hand and strangled the high priest's throat and lifted the high priest's hunched body from the ground.

The high priest struggled desperately, and could not struggle out of the woman's hand. Suddenly his body shrank at a visible speed and finally turned into a withered mummy. The woman stabbed the high priest's chest with the other hand and took out a piece of flesh as big as a fist from it.

Li Qianhua almost screamed out. From the piece of meat, she felt a trace of the power of the witch god displayed to her by the high priest. However, after the woman took out the piece of meat, it was directly stuffed into her mouth and the rejector swallowed it.

At this time, the altar suddenly shaking violently. The altar was built in the mountains. The altar shaking meant that the mountain collapsed.

Li Qianhua ran out of the altar quickly, and the city was already in chaos, and countless wind-chasing troops flew in the air. Li Qianhua's body shook, three pairs of wings spread out, and also flew to the sky.

The mountains behind them trembled violently because a torrent was rolling on the mountain. The torrent was carrying earth, stone, grass and trees, rushing towards Jiuli City like a giant dragon. Once it fell, Jiuli City would be covered.

Li Qianhua was at a loss and suddenly a figure broke through the air and flew to her.

This figure also has three pairs of wings, but it is different from hers. This figure is filled with thick fog, and its wings are also transformed from fog.

Li Qianhua faced this figure in horror and didn't dare to raise her head, because this figure was the woman on the altar just now. After the witch god's flesh entered her body, she seemed to have not changed at all.

The woman looked at the torrent that was falling rapidly on the mountain peak, and suddenly stretched out her fingers. A fog filled the mountain and quickly collided with the torrent. The fog did not stop the torrent, but it was like a reef, dividing the torrent into two, flowing along both sides of the fog, rubbing against the edge of Jiuli City, and rolling into the river, one left and one right.

Li Qianhua had just breathed a sigh of relief. The torrent rolling into the river blocked the river water. The river flooded, causing huge waves, instantly repelled Jiuli City, submerged half of the city before calming down.

The mudslides rolling into the river water made the river water turbid, and the river that flooded half of the lower city did not retreat for a long time. The people in the lower city cried and ran for life towards the upper city.

The camp of the Lingnan King outside the city was also affected. Although the huge waves did not hit the military camp ten miles away, the high tide of the river flooded the entire military camp. The merchants inside were in a mess, and their goods were scattered in the river water, causing heavy losses.

The river water not only did not retreat, but continued to rise, because the mudslide blocked the river and formed a section of landslide. The huge trees formed a skeleton, and the mudslide could not be dispersed by the river water. The river surface several miles wide was instantly cut into two sections, which was the power of nature, shocking people.

Li Qianhua's heart was shocked and he instinctively went to find the figure of the woman. At this time, the woman turned around. The mist that had just cut off the mountain torrent behind her was swept into the sky, quickly covering the entire Jiuli City, covering the sky and the sky dimmed.

The mist was surging, rolling over Jiuli City, crashing into the river water, and the river water surged again, and the second wave came and rushed into Jiuli City again. The river water almost overflowed the ground of the upper city. When the tide fell, Li Qianhua looked at the river again and found that the deposited dam was broken, and a turbidity was turbid, huge trees floating on the river surface, covering the entire river surface.

Everyone was stunned when they suffered a disaster. There was a lot of crying in Jiuli City, and various debris were floating on the retreating tide, including cattle, sheep, and animals, and even men, women, and young and old. The surviving people put away their tears and salvaged available supplies in the water.

The Lingnan King Daying also encountered a catastrophe. Most merchants were salvaging the goods floating everywhere with a frown. In the second wave, the camp was washed back to the village wall near the river, and many things were rolled into the river water. Some merchants were rowing boats to go into the water to salvage.

One of the merchants was soaked all over, standing in the military camp watching all this, and it was all over. He had been ruined by his lifelong efforts. All were destroyed under the sudden power of heaven. Fortunately, the goods floating in the camp were blocked by the huge driftwood covering the river surface, and slowly flowed downstream against the edge of the driftwood. These materials could still be rescued.

Seeing these scenes, the merchant suddenly shouted to several apprentices who were salvaging the river, "Don't fish, go make a fortune with me." After that, he asked the apprentice to row over and pick him up and row towards Jiuli City.

The city gate had long disappeared. The flood at the city gate had just retreated, leaving behind a piece of yellow mud and sand.

The merchant searched for a long time and finally found a Southern Barbarian noble who had drunk alcohol with him and ran up.

"Friends, I'll do business with you, and I'll give me all your slaves to me, and I'll give a sheep a day by myself!"

Soon the merchant organized dozens of slaves and began to clean up the wood in the river. Thick logs were fished ashore and placed on the shore. He hired more and more southern barbarian slaves. In a few days, the entire riverside was slaves who helped him salvage wood, and it accumulated more and more than ten miles from the upstream to the downstream.

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As the queen, there was such a big disaster in his capital, Li Qianhua had no intention of organizing disaster relief. The Southern Barbarians survived by instinct as before, and had no complaints about it. In terms of their attitude towards natural disasters, they were much calmer than those of the Central Plains.

Li Qianhua was waiting in the altar day and night. At this time, it was more important to her to gain the favor of the "Witch God".

The woman who was about to give birth to the witch god, after showing her power that day, returned to the altar and sat cross-legged on the huge flower.

A woman's face is getting older every day, and a woman's body is withering every day, but a woman's belly is bulging every day.

Finally, after nine days and nights, the woman's body withered skin and bones could not even sit still. She fell on her back among the flowers, and suddenly a cry sounded. Li Qianhua ran over quickly. She saw a baby born by the woman, and the woman had closed her eyes and had no vitality.

Li Qianhua picked up the baby and left the flower and the woman in panic. Suddenly the flowers ignited a flame, scoring the entire altar and the dark room where the altar was located, as if to burn everything here.

Li Qianhua ran out of the dark room with her child in her arms and heard the continuous sound of collapse inside outside.

The entire Jiuli City shook the ground again, as if we were welcoming the arrival of a great life.

Li Qianhua took the baby back to his palace and shaking the mountains everywhere. She ran out of the palace and stood on the imperial steps. She saw half of the city collapsed in the shaking mountains.

She didn't care, and faced the rising sun, raised the baby high, and shouted loudly with all her strength:

"The Witch God, born!"

The baby giggled in the rising sun.

Amid her laughter, Li Qianhua knelt on the ground, followed by the palace guards on the imperial steps, then the powerful people in the upper city, and finally the civilians and slaves in the lower city, and the people in the entire city knelt on the ground.

Li Qianhua heard the baby speak in an angry voice that does not belong to the baby.

"Is this the human skin? It's so reserved and fragile, like a cage!"

The baby said, Li Qianhua didn't even dare to look at her, and knelt on the ground, holding the baby high, and everyone worshiped her.

"Okay. Send me back."

Only then did Li Qianhua dare to bring the baby back to the palace, but he didn't know where to place her.

He could only place the baby on her throne, and she crawled on the ground like a slave.

"You're very good!"

The baby said.

Li Qianhua could hear the sincere recognition, but at this time she asked a question that made her regret want to die.

"Are you not a witch god?"
Chapter completed!