Ji Guang is the seventh patriarch of the ancient Qiang tribe, with Ying Long's blood flowing in his body, and is the leader of the earliest tribe. But every patriarch would be born, old, sick and die, and he abandoned his people to find a way to live forever.

After thousands of hardships, he came to the depths of this Qinling Mountain, and finally found one of the ways to live forever by a "holy lake": Houtu!

But there was a Han tribe called Xianqin at that time who guarded this magical homeland. The ancestors of the pre-Qin dynasty had a grand ambition to dominate the world, but the barbaric and backward Qinling people were simply not enough to compete with the more civilized and rich Yellow River civilization at that time.

In exchange, this Ji Guang taught the Qin people the most advanced smelting technique of the time: bronze casting, which helped the tribe have the sharpest weapons and the strongest shields. In return, he received Houtu, and at the same time, his status in this pre-Qin tribe was also unprecedentedly improved, and he was worshiped by tens of thousands of people.

In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing, he built the bridge according to the land of yin and fire, and gathered all evil spirits to guard him under the bridge. And the most important thing to guard these evil spirits is the ghost seal: a masterpiece of witchcraft from ancient times, one of the most important magic weapons of the ancient Qiang people.

Ji Guang never thought that he could only keep his body alive after entering the earth, but he couldn't stop the aging of his soul, and one day his soul still left, wandering in this cemetery all day long, until the intrusion of outsiders saw the light of day. His body needs fresh dragon blood to awaken the control of the soul again, so Dashan finally broke in, and he is the person that Ji Guang has been waiting for thousands of years, the ancient awakening ritual is about to begin, and the inheritance of history can finally be reincarnated.

And the person who was familiar with the history of the ancient Qiang people and created the myth of Qi Fengshan finally lost his body, but he was extremely strong and finally kept a trace of his mind, and forcibly occupied the body of the old knife who woke up Ying Long with death and escaped from Kunlun.

But the body of a mortal is the body of a mortal after all, Ying Long did not give up the pursuit of this wicked man, so he thought of a way: occupy the body of Ji Guang, a descendant of the ancient dragon clan, and let the blood on his body cover the breath of his soul, so as to achieve the purpose of rebirth.

He succeeded, at least for now. Now Ji Guang's body is relying on the replenishment of the blood of the mountain, and he is rapidly recovering his original dragon qi, or it won't be long before the blood of this coffin is completely integrated, he will be able to obtain a new rebirth!

He is an absolute demon, justice and evil are only between his thoughts, he is the true creator of the Tao Law, and he is also the true creator of the devil. All the ugliness and wisdom of human nature are embodied in him, and he can be found in the connection of civilizations up and down for thousands of years.

"Borrowing the corpse to return the soul" is an old and unfamiliar word, now this corpse controls the fate of everyone, and he has always been quick to get rid of the waste products in his eyes!

Little Bucktooth watched his rebirth with joy, but he didn't know that he was indeed the first to face death.

"I'm disappointed that you kept me waiting for an extra year." With these cold words, five fingers flashed, and Xiao Luoya only felt a sweet throat and eyes, and with the last glance of his head, he only saw his master's wrist resting on his chest.

"Bang", that is, the heart was pinched and exploded, and the incomparably bloody announced the official return of this devil.

Then Chaozi and Takuxiong flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground, these ants who had killed themselves were not worth the next breath of air, he wanted to crush anyone who dared to rise above him, including the gods!

In the last moment, the fleeing clansmen returned, and when they saw their king resurrected again, they flocked to Ji Guang with singing and dancing, and they wanted to celebrate.

But this Ji Guang is not Ji Guang, what awaits them is not the king's call, but the merciless killing. The wild man at the head was still smiling when he died, before he closed his eyes, the second tribesman had already been poisoned, he had enough of all these years of hiding in Tibet, he needed to vent, he needed to kill!

The entire square was suddenly plunged into chaos, the burning bronze pillars were knocked over, and the fire quickly spread along with the fuel. It was also taking advantage of this wave of chaos that the mountain carried one on his shoulder, and dragged his brother out desperately with one in one hand.

A pair of Death Eyes in the distance were already firmly fixed on them, but the Death God was not in a hurry, he was still harvesting the lives of the savages, how could these remnants of the pre-Qin Dynasty never think that one of the ancestors who had led them to the glory of civilization would become a murderous demon king.

The wild laughter continued to reap the lives wantonly, and the mountain led the three of them all the way wildly, stumbling and running a few turns before they could no longer run, and the four of them lay on the ground gasping for breath.

Chaozi moved his fingers weakly, and he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart: "We're going to die here." ”

"It's fine." Zhuo Xiong gasped, and blood kept dripping from the corners of his mouth: "It's a good brother, everyone has a companion when they are ghosts." ”

Cha Wenbin shook out a fire fold from his arms and said: "Dashan, you help my brother light a lantern, and then run alone, how far can you run, and you can go out to deliver a message." I have everything in my bag, and I've lit the lights for a lifetime, and I don't want to be too dark when it's my turn. ”

"Brother Wen Bin, what are you talking about! I'm going to take you out even if I die!" With that, Dashan was about to get up and continue to run with them on his back, but was slapped by Cha Wenbin: "Don't be tough, listen to my brother's words, it's better to live one than to die here." ”

Chaozi bared his bloodstained teeth and smiled, "Let you order it, I'm also afraid of the dark." ”

Dashan pinched the fire and simply sat down: "I won't leave anyway, since I'm going to die, I'll die together, I brought it back from you, and everyone is alone when I go out, and the four of us can make do with the lamp." Saying that, this simple boy really groped for the wick of the oil bowl and lit an everlasting lamp.

The lights were beating as big as broad beans, and the sound of fighting was getting closer and closer, and it wasn't long before we were here.

Cha Wenbin took out the little three-legged toad in his arms and put it on the ground and said, "Little man, after I leave, you have to live well, go by yourself." ”

Unexpectedly, the little toad jumped back into his arms, and his little head arched inside, as if he hadn't slept enough.

Cha Wenbin was about to take it again, but when he looked up, he inadvertently saw through these ever-bright lamps that there seemed to be many figures dancing on the opposite wall. But the light was so dim that he couldn't see clearly.

"Chaozi, can your flashlight still be on?"

"I don't know if it's broken, it's in my bag, what?"

"It's nothing, I just want to see clearly, where I died, you take a good look at the mountain, and we can come back to see it when we go back."

Dashan answered, and found that the flashlight was indeed not lit, and after fanning it a few times with his big hand, the flashlight was back on, and after a comparison around, they found that this place was very familiar, because there was a broken iron chain hanging there. This is the ditch under the bridge outside, the bottom of the river covered with corpse oil!

It turned out that the river led to the square, and they had stumbled across the bottom of the river but it was fine, and it seemed that the doorway of the river was located in the middle of the fall.

"Don't wander around, just on the opposite wall, you take a good picture of me!" Cha Wenbin commanded.

At this time, Cha Wenbin realized that the figures just now were murals one after another, the bright red lines were rough but simple, but they could accurately convey the meaning of the mural to the people who wanted to see it.

This picture of Daiyama shows that a guest has come from afar and has been welcomed by many people. This man brought all kinds of farming tools and weapons, and there were many scenes of people smelting bronze together.

"You slow down, move backwards." Cha Wenbin suddenly became interested in these murals, because this was not the first time he had seen this unique bright red mural.

The second mural shows two men being worshipped by the tribesmen, one of whom later led most of the tribesmen away and brandished his weapon and rushed at the others in the herd of cattle and sheep, describing many scenes of war. The man who remained led the rest of the people in the construction of a huge building, which describes the bridge. In the final scene, the man accepts a gift from a god that is abstract and a heap-like artifact.

The third mural depicts a man buried with a box-shaped object in his hand, followed by descriptions of some funeral scenes from the time.

The fourth mural is more interesting, as it shows four people entering the huge building and having a confrontation with the man who stayed, and then the four people fleeing, while the man who stayed behind is chasing after them.

Cha Wenbin's heart was shocked, isn't this the current situation they are encountering now, is this mural a prophecy? He immediately continued to look down, but found that the rest of the picture was a little far away, and just as he was about to ask the mountain to help him move a little, the crazy laughter had already reached the door, and there were still two panicked wild men rushing towards the ravine