The sun was blazing and the weather was so warm.

In the snowy regions of the far north, weather like this is really rare.

Yuan Chen carried the medicine basket on his back and slowly followed the Snow Village Brigade.

His calves were restored under the action of the blood-colored lotus seeds, so now he is particularly honest.

Whether it is the blood-colored lotus seed or the secret art of the evil sect, once it is discovered, Yuan Chen will definitely die without a place to be buried.

Therefore, Yuanchen could only dry look at the truckloads of sacrificial supplies, constantly wiping his saliva.

"Brother Yuanchen, give you this. Bai Duoduo jumped up and down to Yuan Chen, and handed a vermilion fruit to Yuan Chen as he walked, "Duoduo has already boiled the Snow God Flower and distributed it to the clansmen." ”

Bai Duoduo had a strange face, pulled Yuanchen's trouser legs, and whispered with some fear: "Brother Yuanchen, after Grandpa Wang next door drank the decoction, black smoke would evaporate from his body. ”

"Grandpa Wang next door often goes somewhere. ”

"Grandpa Wang is the guardian of the White Emperor Mountain, he guards the White Emperor Mountain all the year round, if it weren't for the sacrifice soon, Grandpa Wang wouldn't have come back to find a lot to play. ”

Yuan Chen's figure paused, and then his eyes looked through the long line and looked at the White Emperor Mountain.

"All mysteries will be answered there. ”

Snow Village and the surrounding Shen and Hwa villages live together in the Baidi Mountains.

They have the same beliefs, and the sacrifices are naturally on the same day.

Legend has it that today is the day of the fall of the White Emperor.

Zhu Guo entered his throat, and a cool breath traveled all over his body, and Yuan Chen was surprised that this Zhu Guo was actually a Spirit Ice Fruit.

"It's here, Xiaochen is here. The high priest stopped at the foot of the White Emperor Mountain, "Come up the mountain with me." ”

Sacrificing to the White Emperor is a major event, and the chief priest of the White Emperor needs to ascend to the top in advance, communicate with heaven and earth, and pray for the protection of the White Emperor.

For the source dust can go up the mountain in advance, the people of Snow Village have no objection.

Bai Qingyu, the high priest of Snow Village, took Yuanchen's hand and slowly stepped on the thousand-step ladder to climb the clouds.

"There is plenty of spiritual energy here, you can try to cultivate. ”

Yuan Chen nodded, secretly running a set of cultivation exercises he had created.

The Source of All Souls!

Ten thousand ways worship only me, the spirit of the origin of the world, the source of my desire to fight with the sky, why bother to find immortal traces of magic!

This method was improvised when Yuanchen first ascended the throne.

On the first step of the thousand-step ladder, Yuan Chen felt that the aura around him was twice as rich, and he felt that the realm he suppressed actually wanted to break through.

"I have been suppressing the realm, just wanting to stay in the Spiritual Realm for a while longer, to observe the spiritual power of the world, to improve my Dao method, and to embark on a different path. ”

As soon as Yuanchen's mind moved, the lock fairy ring became happy.

After evolution, there is a blood-colored pattern on the surface of the Lock Fairy Ring.

The spiritual power that drilled into the body of the source dust was all devoured by the lock fairy ring.

In the second step of the thousand-step ladder, Yuan Chen sensed that the concentration of spiritual power had not increased, but there was a trace of black qi that Yuan Chen did not like when he inhaled the spiritual energy in his body.

In the third step of the thousand-step ladder, the concentration of spiritual power doubled, and the black qi disappeared.

In the fourth step of the thousand-step cloud ladder, the concentration of spiritual power remained unchanged, and the black qi appeared, a trace more than before.

......

By the time Yuanchen walked the thousandth step, the black qi in his body had reached a state of saturation.

"High Priestess, I'm so uncomfortable. Yuan Chen frowned, "It seems that there is something terrible in the body." ”

Before the high priest could reply, Yuanchen fainted and fell to the ground.

There was a relieved smile in the high priest's eyes, and she knew that there was no problem with Yuanchen's child.

"This is your chosen successor?" asked the high priest of the deep village, holding a little girl, as he stepped forward.

"Boy?" As soon as the high priest of Huacun saw Yuan Chen, his eyes showed an indescribable light, "Hua Ju, grandma does not allow you to be worse than a man. ”

The timid girl beside the High Priest of Huacun looked at Yuan Chen, her eyes full of wonder, but she still nodded.

"Let's go, go bathe in the Holy Pool. The High Priest of Snow Village hugged the origin dust and walked straight into the clouds.

As Bai Qingyu took steps, her body began to grow in reverse.

When I walked in front of the holy pool, there was already a peerless beauty in the reflection of the holy pool, and the beauty of the city and the country and the peerless beauty could not be described.

Yuan Chen was thrown directly into the holy pool, but Bai Qingyu walked in slowly.

The high priests and heirs of the other two villages also entered the holy pool, washed away the filth, and made a pilgrimage to the White Emperor.

Yuan Chen pretended to be unconscious, not because it would expose his previous life, but because Yuan Chen discovered the reason why he was not unconscious.

In Yuanchen's body, a blood-colored lotus seed greedily sucked the black qi.

"It's you again. "Yuanchen finally understands that eating indiscriminately will kill people.

If Yuan Chen hadn't been unconscious, then I'm sorry, a Yu Spirit Realm powerhouse would have crushed him into ashes in an instant.

The water of the Sacred Pool washes Yuanchen's body and his soul.

Yuanchen, who hadn't slept all night, unceremoniously sank to the bottom of the water to sleep.

With blood-colored lotus seeds, Yuanchen will not suffocate to death.

What's more, in this holy pool, those who have a pure heart can breathe.

"This kid ......" Although Bai Qingyu was moved by Yuan Chen's call to be grandma, but being called grandma, she felt uncomfortable after all, "However, he deserves to be my fancy." ”

Shen Fang, the high priest of the deep village, and Hua Qian, the high priest of the Huacun, all envied Bai Qingyu. Such inheritors are indeed rare.

Falling asleep, Yuanchen had a dream.

In his dream, he saw the man on the mural of the tomb, who turned his back to Yuan Chen, and slowly turned around.

Demonic blood flowed from the man's mouth, and the seven orifices were like this, and Yuan Chen touched his face in disbelief.

That man looks like me?

The man's eyebrows, the demonic words flashed and flashed, as if he was provoking.

As soon as the picture turned, Yuan Chen suddenly found himself on the ancient battlefield.

His brothers died tragically, his men died in battle, and in the end he was the only one left.

Alone against the demons of the heavens.

Sad songs rise, war drums sound, heaven and earth are broken, only I stand.

Don't seek fame, just no fault.

"Who are you? Why does it sound so familiar to me? The man asked Yuanchen with his face, "It's either a friend or an enemy." ”

The man suddenly grabbed Yuanchen by the neck and lifted Yuanchen up.

"It doesn't matter if you are friend or foe, this world is mine. ”

Yuanchen woke up and turned two heels in the water before he stood firm.

Is this a nightmare?

Yuanchen has never had a nightmare since he was a child.

Usually, he will be the nightmare of other people's dreams.

Swimming out of the holy pool, Yuanchen followed the attendants who had been waiting for a long time, and walked into another cloud and mist.

"In front of me is the statue of the White Emperor, and the priest of Xiaoyuan needs to worship the Lord of the White Emperor. ”

Yuanchen saw through the clouds and mist, and saw a huge stone statue standing in the heavens and the earth.

The stone statue is white throughout, and if you don't distinguish it carefully, you may be confused with clouds.

Yuanchen took off the lock fairy ring and used it as a glass.

This is also what Yuanchen discovered when he was flipping through Guza's notes.

Yuanchen saw the true face of the stone statue through the lock fairy ring.

"Isn't this me?" exclaimed Yuanchen.

If it were usual, the source dust would naturally not be so gaffe.

However, Emperor Bai just held Yuan Chen's face and was in Yuan Chen's nightmare, and he was heroic with Yuan Chen.

It's still so scary.

"Priest Xiaoyuan said with a smile, the head of the statue of the White Emperor has been obscured by clouds and mist all year round, how can we see it. ”

Yuanchen breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but fortunately you can't see it.

I am the Source Emperor and the Zhuxian Sword Master, so I will not be the reincarnation of the White Emperor.

"Come here. The statue of the White Emperor suddenly spoke, "My next life, the Dao Fruit of my previous life was sealed in the statue by me, waiting for you to pick it up." ”

"As long as you place your hand on the idol, you will return to the emperor level, awaken the memories of your past life, have an immortal life, and be worshipped by all spirits. ”

"It's all yours. ”

"Do you just have to put your hand on the idol?"

Yuan Chen did not hesitate, and slapped his palm towards the idol.