Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Wujiang is a mountain range filled with poisonous insects and poisons, with steep mountains and fast-flowing rivers.

In Lianchengzhai, sunlight shines through the treetops, dappled onto the winding paths, and the air is filled with the fragrance of grass and a hint of herbs.

The witches started weaving baskets early in the morning and went to the market to sell them. In front of the most famous silver refiner in the market, there was a constant stream of people coming and going to make silver jewelry for marriage.

On one street, there were stalls everywhere selling medicinal herbs and prepared poison jars.

It was a peaceful scene. In the eyes of this year's Saint Agatha, a young woman seemed to be in her prime, lazily lying on a rocking chair on the terrace, fanning herself with a pheasant feather fan.

The witches of Liancheng Village are busy preparing for the upcoming selection ceremony of the Great Witch of Destiny.

Agatha looked coldly through the railing of the terrace at the bustle below.

The maid Butterfly came over and respectfully took the sterling silver necklace.

"Saint, the time for the selection is almost here, change into your silver attire."

Agatha walked up to the maid, wearing a round crown with layers of silver ornaments on her head, and her antlers emitting rays of light. A feather fan lifted up the woman's beautiful face.

"Butterfly, I spent a hundred years using poisonous insects and poisonous flowers to train you to be immune to all poisons and to practice the boundless divine insect. Do you blame me at all?"

"Butterfly was originally a demon dragon. She was in the Wujiang medicine slave cage and would have been cut into pieces and fed to the poisonous insects sooner or later. It was the Saint who saved Butterfly," Butterfly lowered her eyelashes, looking docile. "Butterfly is willing to fight to the last moment for the Saint's plan, and even sacrifice her soul to you."

"Very good," Agatha put on the necklace, turned and walked towards the gate, waving her feather fan, and the silver ornaments on her body jingled. "Let's go to the battle."

The priests, dressed in traditional Wujiang costumes and holding instruments, chanted ancient spells around the ancient totem poles. In the center of the square, a huge brazier was burning with a blazing fire and smoke.

A knife-shaped ladder made of monster bones stands in the center of the selection. The top that leads to the sky is the trial of destiny.

The priest elder stood in front of the crowd and said, "Today, we will witness the birth of a new generation of great witches. Let us pray for the guidance of the Black Plate God Fu Jiang with the most pious hearts."

The crowd was excited. This was the last time of the selection. There would be only one winner between the Saint Girl and the Saint Son, and the loser would be fed to the poisonous insects.

As Agatha walked onto the stage, the Son of God on the opposite side also brought a group of people and stood leisurely opposite her.

The priests and elders began to announce.

"Today, we will witness the birth of a new generation of great wizards. Let us pray for the guidance of the black god Fujiang with the most pious hearts." Before the elder priest finished speaking, Agatha had already stepped forward. Her gait was calm, but with an unquestionable solemnity.

She stood in front of the elder priest and interrupted his words with a slight wave of her feather fan.

"Elder," Agatha's voice was clear and loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"The Black Pan God Fu Jiang is just a divine Gu from ancient times. He died in a fight with the Deer God Gu Nüba. In my opinion, they are all trash."

The crowd was in an uproar. The Holy Son Umuk frowned as he felt the strong magical power emanating from Agatha.

"Saint, what do you mean?" Umuk asked in a deep voice, with a hint of warning in his voice.

Agatha turned around and faced Umuuk, a provocative smile on her lips.

"Son of God, do you think you really understand the power of Wujiang? Do you think you really deserve the title of the Great Wizard of Destiny?" Agatha's words were full of sarcasm. "Today, I will let everyone see clearly what a real divine Gu looks like."

The priest elder tried to maintain order, "Saint, don't be impulsive, this is disrespectful to the gods."

But Agatha no longer had the patience to listen. She raised her hands high, and a powerful magical power surged out of her body and soared into the sky.

"That's enough," Agatha's voice echoed over the square, "I don't need the guidance of the gods. My strength is my faith. Everyone in Wujiang will become food for the divine poison today!"

Wumu Ke shouted angrily: "Agatha, are you crazy? Are you going to kill even your own people?!"

But Agatha no longer cared about anyone's opposition, all she had eyes for was her own divine Gu.

As Agatha sang her summoning song, her magic power formed a huge green vortex in the air.

The people in the square were horrified to find that the ground was shaking violently and countless Sky Nets were crawling out of the cracked ground.

"The Great Wizard of Destiny? They are just a bunch of old stubborn people who are not used to the old ways. Today, I will show you the true destiny."

She slowly stood up and gently put down the fan in her hand. The tree god Gu in her body began to become restless. A powerful witchcraft power gathered around her, stirring up the heaven and earth.

The ground began to shake, and the trees grew wildly, their roots breaking out of the ground and entangling everyone present.

The poisonous insects swarmed in from all directions. Summoned by the tree god poison, they gathered into a terrifying black cloud and swallowed up the entire Lotus City.

Umukh struggled, trying to resist: “Agatha, are you crazy? You will destroy us all!”

Agatha looked at the chaos below with indifference: "I tamed the Ice Cicada Gu when I was three, tamed the Return to Void Silkworm Gu when I was five, and controlled the Crane Immortal Gu when I was eight. Compared to me, you are all mediocre. Now you still want to rely on this rubbish Wumu Ke to communicate with the outside world and beg for mercy?"

"In my opinion, you all must die." She pressed down mercilessly with one hand, and the branches of the Tree God Gu erected a high wall towards the sky, forming a world of its own, directly cutting off the Witch Territory and putting it into the Tree World.

Even the great Mahayana wizards buried in the ground were cut off from any possibility of escape.

People in the square screamed in fear as poisonous insects and vines attacked them mercilessly, while Agatha stood on the terrace and watched it all with indifference.

There was no trace of regret in her eyes. When the Tree Goddess Asha was completely hatched, she would be able to control the thoughts of all people in the other five realms except the God Realm. The thoughts of hundreds of billions of living and dead souls would be integrated into the thoughts of the Tree Goddess Asha.

From then on, the five realms would only recognize Agatha as the queen. When the time came, even Jun Yuzheng, the number one person in the world of immortal cultivation, would have to bring her water to wash her feet.

The consciousness of the tree god Gu was transmitted to Agatha's mind through the mother Gu.

"Saintess, when the Tree God Gu surrounded the Wujiang Mountains just now, it seemed to have shot down five cultivators." Butterfly reported from behind her.

"From now on, call me the Lord of the Tree God Gu." The Tree God Gu was still in its initial stage and could not yet become Agatha's eyes. Those branches only surrounded the five monks.

She could feel that the five men were resisting fiercely. Agatha licked her lips, very curious.

"Butterfly, go and bring the cultivators here. Even if you put a curse on them, they will obey you. Wu Territory has been closed for hundreds of years, and I have never seen a so-called human cultivator."

"Yes, Master Gu." The butterfly spread its wings and flew into the air.

The branches of the Tree God Gu were still preying, from humans to animals, to monsters, no one was spared. The wailing and screaming were deafening, the ground was filled with wailing, and the dangerous village of Liancheng was stained with blood.