In the ancient temple, a group of shamans and witches sitting in the temple chanted scriptures, and there was a tall statue of the god built in the main hall, which looked like a giant, stepping on the mountains and the earth under his feet, the whole hall was completely made of stone, empty and simple, with the chanting sound of the scriptures coming out, the sound of the scriptures echoed in the entire ancient temple.

These are the witch sacrifices of the ancient gods, and most of the shamanic witch sacrifices of the northern barbarian tribes take the demon path and cultivate their own bloodline, and the witch sacrifices of the ancient gods take a path similar to the witch sacrifice and the immortal road, and practice the magic of the gods.

Therefore, the witch sacrifices in this ancient temple, compared with most of the shamanic witch sacrifices in the northern wilderness, which are full of evil spirits and resentful spirits, seem to be full of simple and ancient atmosphere, and have a taste of returning to the basics.

Although they all have totems on their bodies, some of them also have the characteristics and colors of demons on their faces, and some are from the border, because the barbarian demons are constantly mixed with the human race, and they look almost the same as ordinary people, but at this moment, they are sitting in the simple and thick temple on this snowy mountain, and they are as peaceful as a blooming snow lotus, and their eyes are full of pure simplicity.

They are not only the witch sacrifices of the ancient gods, but also the preachers and defenders of the ancient gods.

At this moment, there was a whistling dragon roar in the sky, and the chanting in the temple was interrupted at once, and dozens of witch priests wrapped in thin robes walked out of the main hall and stood on the staircase corridor outside, looking at the sky.

Then I saw the clouds in the sky rolling into a ball, like a huge whirlpool swirling in the sky.

And in one of them, the head and tail of the strange beast shuttled between the clouds and mist, letting out bursts of roars, which came from the bloodline suppression of the divine beast, and the suppression of the barbarians in the northern land was particularly strong.

"Dragon!" a young witch priest dressed in a single coat with bare shoulders recognized the presence in the sky at once.

According to legend, the dragon has feet, and this should be a dragon, or a dragon beast. An old man next to him, whose eyes were full of wisdom and whose face was covered with fire scales, immediately pointed out the other party's mistake.

"How could Jiaolong come here!" The crowds of desolate ancient temple witch sacrifices were discussing, not understanding at all, how could this legendary powerful race that occupied the entire East China Sea, the descendants of divine beasts, cross such a source and come to this desolate ancient temple in the northern wilderness of Dongzhou,

"I heard that there are a lot of dragons flowing from the East China Sea in the territory of the Terrans, and this should be from the territory of the Terrans. ”

And at this moment, the dragon in the sky hovered down from the clouds, and swam in the sky with a dragon, coming towards the ancient temple, and everyone looked at the sky with a solemn face.

"Quiet!It's the guest of the Ancient God!" An old man walked out of the Ancient Temple, and roared, and the sound spread like a bell, calming the panic in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, they saw a figure sitting on top of the dragon's head, with a long beard between the towering horns, and the figure sat on it like an old monk in meditation, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Riding the dragon down, it is like the arrival of immortals outside the sky, or the arrival of overseas gods.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but gasp, this dragon that exuded infinite power made their backs chill, and at this moment, such a fierce beast turned out to be this person's mount.

Looking at this person's appearance, he rode this dragon all the way, sweeping all the way from a place where he didn't know how far away.

The dragon's body was so big that everyone could see it when it fell to the ground, and its body circled around the hall, and the dragon's head stopped in front of the temple gate, the size of a house.

The god-man sitting on the dragon's head slowly raised his head, and did not look at them, but turned his head to look behind the temple, and there was a cave under the cliff behind the temple, and a figure in front of the cave was as conspicuous as the bright moon in the night.

The figure turned into smoke in the sunlight, chasing the breeze towards the cliff behind the temple.

And the dragon shrank little by little, turned into a magical dragon horse and landed in front of the ancient temple.

"You're finally here!"

The smoke went up with the breeze, and before he could get close, he heard a soft sound in his ears, and an old man sitting on the edge of the cliff cave spoke slowly.

Fang Xiu's figure slowly condensed with the smoke and landed beside the cliff cave, turning from the smoke into a human form, and a young man wearing a black and red master's robe sat opposite the old man.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and looked at Changde sitting in front of him, in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred years had passed in this mountain and sea realm, and Changde had already stepped into the limit of his lifespan and was dying.

His body was covered with age spots, his skin was wrinkled like goosebumps, his face was aging, his eyes were white, and his body was full of death.

But he still held on to his breath and did not die, as if waiting for his arrival.

Chang De raised his head and looked at Fang Xiu, and in an instant, the pair of white eyes bloomed with endless divine light, which contained the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of this barren ancient mountain and the surging heavenly river.

He has replaced the position of the god of this barren mountain with his human body for more than a hundred years, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the world, just like Fang Xiu.

It's just that today, this person's body has reached the limit, and the divine soul is about to go to the Yin Si to report, and the god name is above the book of life and death, and he has truly become the god of this barren ancient mountain.

"You're just right, one step early, or one step late, and I won't be able to fulfill my promise!"

"If you don't come again, I really can't hold on!"

"You...... I'm going to die!" Fang Xiu didn't have a question sentence when he said this, but a positive tone, but his voice was full of complex emotions such as sighs, sighs, and regrets.

"No, I'm just going to be a god of the wilderness. Chang De indifferently told Fang Xiu that it was a pair of eyes full of eyes that had seen through life and death and seen the human feelings of this world.

Fang Xiu and Chang De sat opposite each other on the edge of the cliff of this snow-capped mountain, the vast mountains in the distance were undulating, and faint snowflakes fell on their shoulders and rolled down from their robes: "Are you waiting for me?"

Chang De nodded slightly: "Well, I'm waiting for you, Yudu!"

"After I die, as a sacred mountain such as the Ancient Mountain, I also have a rank in the Yin Cao, and the divine soul will go to the Yin Cao Prefecture Yin Tianzi City to report!"

"When the time comes, the door to the Netherworld will be opened for me, and you will be able to enter the Netherworld with me, this is my promise to you. ”

A chuckle escaped from Changde's old face, and his eyes narrowed together: "I finally returned your favor." ”

"In this world, I don't owe anyone anyone anymore!"

Fang Xiu was suddenly speechless, and his face was distracted for a while.

He thought a lot before he came, he didn't know whether the talisman he gave Changde was good or bad, whether Changde asked for everything he wanted here, and whether all this happened to be everything he wanted.

Spending more than a hundred years in the vast and endless mountains and seas, does he have remorse in his heart, does he have resentment towards him.

But seeing these eyes at this moment, listening to him say that he owed himself a promise, Fang Xiu didn't know where to start for a moment.

Changde didn't wait for Fang Xiu to speak, but asked, "How about the next game?"

"Go?"

"Chess!"

Changde dropped a chess box in his sleeve, the wooden chess box, the wooden stones, there was no luxurious and strange atmosphere, and even looked worn and worn a little old and dilapidated, but it made Fang Xiu feel the taste of simplicity and innocence: "That thing of Go, I really can't play it, it's still chess that has my appetite!"

"It's a pity that there are not many people here who can accompany me! I can only go down alone!"

"Sounds lonely!"

"Not really!"

The two played against each other on the cliffside of this barren mountain, Fang Xiu was unintentional, Fang Xiu was full of emotions, and Changde told the ups and downs of his life while falling, as well as the magnificent stories of his life for more than a hundred years.

When he first entered the mountains and seas, he fell into a tribe on the border of Iwakuni, where he stayed for several years, and then was killed by the barbarians who invaded from the north, and was taken to the north as a slave.

Rising from the bottom, erasing all the enemies of the past, and finally standing at the peak of the Northern Barbarians, he gathered his faith and gathered the entire barbarian clan to find the Shinto Edict of the Ancient Mountain, and turned into a high god on the Ancient Mountain to accept the worship of all beings.

There is endless killing, hatred, resentment, and joy in the story of how he has killed countless people, who has been cursed to death by his wife and children, who has been captured in a cage and enslaved, who has been enslaved from above.

He has tasted all of this resentment and separation, mortals, demons, and kings, and finally incarnated as an ancient god.

This road to immortality was far more difficult and painful than Changde imagined, and in the end, he didn't seem to know what he was asking for.

Nearly two hundred years had passed, and everything had dispersed with the smoke, leaving him sitting on this desolate mountain to play against Fang Xiu.

"Alas!"

Halfway through the third game, Changde held a piece on the chessboard, and finally with a sigh, the oil ran out.

The chess piece engraved with the cannon suddenly fell on the chessboard, and Changde closed his eyes.

Under the earth, black spread out with Changde as the center in an instant, like a black bottomless abyss appeared on the ground.

The door of the underworld was opened, and the soul of the god of the ancient mountain who welcomed the reserve went to the underworld after his death, and his name was listed in the book of life and death, and Changde was no longer a human being, but a god of the earth.

A golden divine soul in Changde's body jumped out, like a pillar of light reflected into the darkness, into the netherworld.

Fang Xiu, who was sitting opposite, also closed his eyes together, his body collapsed as if he had lost all his strength, and a white figure stood up from his body overlappingly, and then stepped into the black gate of the underworld and stepped into the netherworld.