Around the statue of the White Emperor, the clouds and mist suddenly rolled.

Syllable!

On the top of the empty White Emperor Mountain, the tranquility was suddenly broken.

Yuanchen's right hand stopped five inches away from the stone statue, and a light curtain cut Yuanchen off.

Yuan Chen smiled playfully, and he put on a helpless expression.

"As you can see, I have no spiritual power, and I can't break the shield of the stone statue alone, let alone anything else. ”

The statue of the White Emperor also seemed to be frozen, and no more sounds came out.

"Priest Xiaoyuan, are you talking to me?"

The attendant couldn't answer Yuanchen's words.

"Ancestor of the White Emperor, I admire you in prehistoric times and fighting with foreign demons. ”

"Today, I came here to remember the heroes and inherit the spirit. ”

"Please accept my worship of the White Emperor. ”

Yuan Chen doesn't really worship, he just makes a show.

But in his heart, he really admired the White Emperor.

The White Emperor has always been what Yuan Chen wants to be.

Bypassing the statue of the White Emperor, the attendant led Yuanchen towards the depths of the clouds.

The clouds are deep and I don't know where to go, the birds and beasts are extinct, and looking back to find the way back, only the snow footprints are left.

Yuanchen remembered a close friend, whose place of retreat was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, hence the name Yunshen and did not know where.

And this poem was written affectionately on the day he separated from Yuanchen.

After a while, the source dust came out of the clouds and mist, and the attendants retreated.

Yuanchen saw his unforgettable picture.

In mid-air, three peerless beauties danced.

While the long skirt danced, a breeze suddenly rose.

The clouds and mist that shrouded Baidi Mountain all the year round were actually driven.

Bai Qingyu swayed her hair, and the clouds and mist were driven by her, soaring towards a higher place.

"Between the white clouds, the White Emperor Mountain, the immortal is buried, between the snowy regions, proud of the world, the world has broken the world, we are willing, follow you, and fight against the enemy in all directions. ”

The song of the sacrifice is lively and vibrant.

The priest's dance was wide open and closed, as if he were fighting against the heavens.

"Extraterritorial demons invade the heavens and the earth, and you are blood-stained to meet the foreign enemy alone; ”

The singing style changed suddenly, the dance steps were still the same, and there was a touch of red between heaven and earth.

"The blood slashes the sky, the evil magic attacks behind the back, you bury yourself~"

A smear of blood spurted out of Bai Qingyu's mouth, staining the clouds and mist red, and also staining the White Emperor Mountain.

Shen Fang and Hua Qian stepped forward and supported Bai Qingyu.

The entire sacrificial ceremony was dominated by Bai Qingyu, and she was under too much pressure.

Yuanchen ran forward, a little overwhelmed.

"Are you the high priest grandmother?" Yuan Chen rubbed his eyes, and when he saw Bai Qingyu's murderous eyes, he suddenly changed his words, "It's the high priest's sister." ”

Take your own body as an opportunity to interpret the old scenes, communicate with heaven and earth, and worship the White Emperor.

Yuan Chen had never seen such a crazy sacrifice, nor had he ever seen such an obsessed believer.

"Is it worth it?" Yuan Chen muttered, "No matter how great the White Emperor is, he has already passed away, shouldn't those who survive be cherished even more?"

"You're still young, and it's normal that you don't understand some things. ”

"But in the future, you are my successor, and these things will be left to you. ”

The source dust shook the spirit.

He is a seven-foot man, wearing a skirt, singing and dancing, just for a man?

"You don't want to?"

Bai Qingyu saw that Yuanchen's face was pale, and he couldn't help but look gray.

"My time is short, and you have to refuse even the request of a dying man?"

Yuan Chen looked at Bai Qingyu, and on the face that suffocated all men, there was loneliness and regret.

Yuanchen was still silent.

"Originally, I planned to pass on the position of the High Priest of Snow Village and the head of the White Emperor's Chief Priest to you, and at the same time hand over the admission quota of the Northern Spirit Academy to you. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Chen's eyes lit up.

"The head of the White Emperor's chief priest is responsible for the custody of the White Emperor's decree. ”

Bai Qingyu added again, she seemed to see Yuan Chen's eyes as if there were colorful treasures bursting out.

"Yes, Sister High Priestess, I promised. ”

Bai Qingyu directly gave the White Emperor Order to Yuan Chen, and at the same time handed over the Northern Spirit Order to him.

Even Bai Qingyu didn't know why she trusted the twelve-year-old boy in front of her so much.

At noon, the top of the White Emperor is unobstructed below ten zhang.

More than ten zhang, there is a sea of clouds surging.

The face of the White Emperor Statue is hidden in the sea of clouds, and it cannot be seen by the people of Snow Village, Deep Village, and Huacun.

Yuan Chen had to sigh, even if hundreds of people gathered at the top of the White Emperor Mountain, it would not be crowded.

Bai Qingyu reverted back to the appearance of the old dragon clock, and passed his position to Yuanchen in public.

"Grandpa, Brother Yuanchen is so good, he has become the high priest of our village, and he is also the head of the chief priest of the White Emperor. ”

Bai Duoduo jumped around excitedly, as if she was the one who received the inheritance.

"This stinky boy ......"

Bai Yongyi laughed unconsciously, and a sense of pride arose.

Bai Qingyu looked at everyone, and her worries were unabated.

"Are you hope, my hope, or the hope of Snow Village, or the hope of the entire White Emperor Mountain Range. ”

As the sun sets, the villages have long since returned to their homes.

The Great Array of Stone Statues opens, guarding the Snow Village.

The cold wave was surging, more violent than last night.

Yuan Chen lay in the ruined temple of the snow village, tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep.

After dusk, before dawn, it is the quietest time in the snow village.

But tonight the snow village is very quiet.

Yuan Chen combed through his memories before his rebirth, and suddenly found that the memories before the age of seven were all blank.

Taking out the Northern Spirit Order, Yuan Chen decided to go to the Northern Spirit Academy to cultivate first, where he knew a lot of Tianjiao on the future Megatron side.

Yuan Chen was inexplicably a little congested, and according to Guza's records, he made the lock fairy ring separate and larger, one hanging above Yuan Chen's head, and the other encircling Yuan Chen's feet.

The gold ring locks the ground, and the silver ring locks the sky.

The Lock Immortal Array is formed!

Suddenly, Yuan Chen only felt a red light sweep by, and both the ground and the ruined temple were smashed to the ground.

Yuan Chen was frightened, if he hadn't felt it in advance, I am afraid that under the red light just now, he would have turned into blood and water.

"Mole ants are just ants after all, and the Yu Ling Realm is just a slightly larger ant. ”

"You deserve to die, kill my people in vain, I want you to pay for your life!"

"Yo Yo Yo, is your temper quite big? Such a graceful beauty, living in such a small mountain village, wouldn't it be a waste of the gift that God has given you. ”

In the distance, Suosuo's voice came, and Yuan Chen's heart tightened.

He wanted to rush out, but he forgot how to open the Lock Immortal Array for a while.

Even if Yuan Chen and the Lock Fairy Ring had the same mind, they couldn't break the Lock Immortal Array.

"Even if I die, I will not give in!"

Bang!

There was a bang, two lines of blood and tears, three points of entrustment, and he died of his own body.

The cold wave had already rushed into the snow village, but it was suppressed by a force.

"It's really boring, I just want to have fun, and I need to be so angry?"

"Forget it, it's important to find the tomb of the White Emperor. ”

The sound stopped abruptly, and the cold wave poured into the snow village, washing blood and bones.

Yuanchen cried silently, he had obviously seen a lot of winds and waves, but he still couldn't let go.

After dawn, a fish's belly white appeared in the sky, and the Lock Immortal Array failed.

Yuanchen didn't have time to pick up the lock immortal double ring, and rushed out of the broken temple like a trapped beast out of the gate.

"Little Duoduo, White Village Chief, High Priest Grandma......"

Between the ruins, Yuan Chen shouted, and he roared like a wounded beast.

"Obviously, everyone was still there yesterday, and you said that you should listen to me, and I just became a high priest. ”

Yuanchen is like a headless fly in the snow village, running back and forth.

"No matter who it is, whoever destroys my Snow Village will be punished even if it is far away!"

Yuanchen roared in the sky, tears sliding down, wetting his clothes.

Suddenly, the thunder and lightning were intertwined on a sunny day, and the raindrops wet the source dust.

The source dust was drenched in the rain for a day, and then the lock fairy ring was recovered.

Yuanchen buried the snow village with a lock fairy, and then left resolutely.

The rain poured down, and on the tomb of the snow village, a blood-stained snow god flower bloomed.