Deep in the mountains of millions.

There is an ancient dilapidated stone temple.

The black boulders, so black that they were put together in a very irregular way, became a temple.

This is the remnant of the desolation, the original handwriting of human beings, uneven, dried up with unknown blood, the whole round and below.

Hidden in a mountain col, there is no grass in a hundred zhang square radius, there is no life, the temple is like a grave, and it is like a lonely steamed bun in a steamer, and black smoke rises from time to time under the scorching sun.

There is a saying: the mountain is lonely, and the sun is scorching.

This temple, I don't know how many eras it has been lonely here, and how many spring and autumn alternates have been hidden in the depths.

This is a lively world, but the joys and sorrows of millions of mountains and thousands of ethnic groups, life and death, have nothing to do with this place, the dust and rain stop here, and the killing of life and death does not involve this black temple.

This is a forgotten place, a world of decline.

Inside the stone temple, it is empty, fortunately, the sun is sprinkled, it is a little warm, the light and shadow are mottled, but it is the stone platform that is full of dust and ashes of the years, square and square, six feet six inches and six minutes.

An ancient clumsy stone block that resembles a tablet is erected on the stone platform steadily, three feet and three inches high, slightly in the shape of a long strip, the texture is dense, and the whole body is ink-colored.

Like a monument without a head, like a card without a text, only on the slightly smooth side, there are some notches that are not there, non-literate and non-painting, difficult to identify.

It's so weird, rough and simple, it's no wonder it's abandoned here, and no one cares about it.

I don't know who left it behind, and who it was sacrificed to.

......

The midday sun is blazing.

But in this black stone mountain pass, it is always gloomy and cold, and it seems that it is completely unfavored by the sun.

"It's really a ghost place, and the summer sun can't get rid of the slightest chill. It seems that the legend is indeed true. ”

A tall young man, dressed in a plain white robe, with a ghost-headed knife behind his back, was heroic and amazing, very rebellious and hateful to the heavens, and was frowning and walking on the black stone outside the stone temple.

This person is a genius of the human race, a natural king, named Long Aotian.

Martial arts twelve, he is already at the peak.

This trip is only for the tablet in the stone temple.

Boom!

The purple gold cloud boots, stepping on the ancient cold black stone, made a dull and lazy sound, making this place seem more and more lonely.

"Hmph, who said that I, Long Aotian, can't start a sect and establish a family, and if I don't have an ancestor, I will be my own ancestor!"

"As long as you take the oldest tablet on this side and write the name of my Long Aotian, my descendants of Long Aotian will be able to dominate forever!"

Long Aotian, with sharp eyes, looked firmly at the stone temple that looked like steamed buns, and the long-term depression in his heart turned into pride.

Thinking of him Long Aotian, although his qualifications are unparalleled, but he was born humble, has no surname, no name, and no ancestors to worship, even if he is unparalleled in martial arts, he has never entered the eyes of the royal power and nobles.

Even though he was recognized by the dragon and took "Dragon" as his surname, he was still ridiculed by the nobles, regarded as a barbarian, and was not allowed to intermarry with the nobles.

What a hate!

Even his lover does not approve of him, and would rather die to prove his innocence, but he does not believe that he can become the ancestor of the surname.

From the revelation of the dragon, he finally discovered this ancient abandoned place and learned the secret of this tablet.

This is a "tablet that you don't want to leave"!

In the memory of the dragon, this seems to be one of the oldest tablets of the Terrans, but for some reason it has been permanently abandoned, and even its people seem to have ceased to exist, and the entire Terran has forgotten about it.

However, only the oldest races know that this abandoned tablet actually has magical powers.

Once, many strong people of the human race, and even creatures of other races, came here to "invite" this tablet, but no one could engrave their names, even if the tablet was taken away, it would be useless.

How many people, how many big clans, but because of this, they suffered a catastrophe, and since then they have been reduced to all races.

"Hmph! Ancient Yingjie, I should be slashed with a knife! This tablet is only related to my Long Aotian!"

Standing in front of the stone temple, feeling the vast ancient atmosphere, Long Aotian was even more sure of his thoughts.

This stone temple is the same as his dragon arrogant, arrogant and cold!

I don't even look down on the sun.

Step on!

Long Aotian stepped into the stone temple.

What catches your eye is only the tablet that has stood like a mountain for countless years.

"Okay! This is a tablet worthy of my dragon Aotian!"

The height of three feet and three inches is obviously nearly one foot higher than the normal tablet, even if it is a small tablet.

Long Aotian likes it!

It's to be taller than others!

More ancient than others!

And prouder than all others!

"Brother, from now on, you are me, I am you!

Twelve heavy martial arts, 120,000 jin of strength, Huo Ran fired, and then he barely pulled up the tablet.

At this time, even the sun in the sky seemed to suddenly dim.

Carrying the tablet, Long Aotian was in a trance, as if his luck had undergone some kind of change, and even the sea of knowledge, which had always been flowing with colored light, was covered with a layer of gray mist.

The matter has come to this point, I can't care too much, and what ominous things happen are expected.

The dragon had already warned him.

Take a deep breath of air, put the tablet into the sea of knowledge, the eyes of the god flashed, and the three big characters of "Long Aotian" were deeply engraved on the front of the tablet......

It's just that the three big characters are fleeting and can't stay.

"Hmph, dare to be proud of my dragon!"

Again and again, the eyes of the gods shone brightly, and they kept inscribed in the same place......

After a long time, on the tablet, the three big characters of "Long Aotian" finally flashed.

At this moment, the stele shook slightly, and Long Aotian felt a wave of fluctuations coming out, and he actually heard something.

"Long Aotian's name is very good, and he can be ranked in the top 1,000!

It's just, child, it's useless, someone who is more arrogant and bullish than you can't ask me Ye Tianming to leave.

Give up, it's really uncomfortable to be struck by lightning!"

Well?

How can there be a sound in the tablet?

Could it be a hallucination?

No, this must be the curse of those guys, who want me to give up?

Hmph, think beautifully!

"Hmph! Shut up! Get out! My Long Aotian is thunderbolted, next time I'll let thunder split your little yin ghost!"

Long Aotian's consciousness shouted, and after shouting at the tablet, the sound of "bewitchment" really disappeared.

Sneered.

Long Aotian raised his head proudly and walked in the direction of the sun......

With the ancestral tablet, he can finally give it a go, and he will have no worries from now on.

Even if he dies, the Yin Spirit will turn into an ancestor and be pinned on the tablet to protect the development of future generations.

With his dragon Aotian ability, he was born as a hero, and died as an ancestor.

Whether it is the ancestor of the ancient family or the ancestor of the nobles of the king, how can it be my opponent of Long Aotian!

......

Inside the tablet.

Ye Tianming, who woke up slowly.

He shook his head and didn't say anything more.

The experience of the past 9,999 times has long made him understand that it is the same whether he says it or not.

"This dream, Te is also more real. It's the 10,000th time, isn't it?"

Ye Tianming was very weak, very annoyed, bored, and opened the system panel, wanting to see if it would be a little different this time.