The golden blood water fell on the barren and dry land of Mount Kinabalu, and it was quickly sucked into the soil, and there was no trace of any residue in sight, not even a trace of wetness. It feels like these golden blood are like food for this mysterious mountain, and they are swallowed unceremoniously.

The terrain on Mount Kinabalu is very steep and steep, but with that mountain road it becomes much easier to walk, and often in some seemingly almost impassable and dangerous places, this mountain road can find the most suitable place to pass.

Ji Hou once thought that this mountain road was built by manpower, and even guessed whether Yin He's ability was far greater than his imagination, and he built this road to heaven all the way to the top of the sacred mountain. But this speculation was quickly overturned by himself, because not long ago, he saw with his own eyes what ordinary people would become after coming to the foot of the sacred mountain, suppressed by that powerful and incomparably mysterious force.

If it weren't for the black scepter of unknown origin in the high priest's hand, Ji Hou felt that he might not be able to wake up for the rest of his life.

This is true at the foot of the mountain, let alone on the top of the sacred mountain?

However, now walking on the sacred mountain and continuing to walk towards the depths of the mountain range, Ji Hou felt that although the power of the mysterious aura around him still existed, it was not as amazing and terrifying as it was at the foot of the mountain.

Of course, this may also be because the high priest is on his back at this moment, and even the power of the black scepter envelops him in it.

But what is the origin of this scepter, and why is it so amazingly effective, even to resist the power of the sacred mountain?

Ji Hou had countless questions in his heart, but he always maintained a blank expression on his face, looking as if he was still similar to those walking corpses under the mountain, without much sobriety, and could only instinctively obey the orders of the high priest.

After struggling and striving for the upper reaches in the world, intriguing all the way, seeing all the cold and warm black and white sides of human feelings, Ji Hou made his own appearance of self-protection from instinct.

He never believed in the great man behind him who was admired by all the people in the Holy City, even if he did it on the surface. Ordinary mortals only saw the brilliance, but he had climbed to the closest point to the sun, so during these years of silence, in addition to the dazzling light, he also saw shadows and darkness.

What is the origin of this scepter?

The High Priest seems to know something about the situation here in Mount Kinabalu?

But for thousands of years, no one has ever been able to get close to Mount Kinabalu, and this is a definite thing.

One of the High Priest's arms hung down from his shoulder a little weakly, and he looked very, very weak, even if he was protected by the black scepter, even if he let Ji Hou walk on his back, but under the pressure of the mountain here, he still looked a little close to running out of oil.

Ji Hou hesitated slightly, and his steps slowed slightly, but the high priest seemed to feel it at once, his hand was raised, but it pointed ahead, and the dry and weak voice was like a person's terrible and angry curse before death, with unwillingness, and seemed to have all hope, with determination and unquestionable firmness, hissed: "Go!"

Ji Hou looked at the mountain road leading to the deep mountains in the distance in front of him, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he strode away.

This mountain road is very long, and before you know it, Ji Hou and the high priest have reached the deep mountain hinterland, and even Ji Hou feels a little surprised that he can walk such a long distance. Not to mention that at this time, he was on this mysterious and dangerous sacred mountain, even in the outside world, it was impossible for him to carry an old man on his back for such a long distance, not to be tired.

But in this seemingly extremely difficult journey, Ji Hou faintly felt that he seemed to be getting easier and easier, his physical strength was slowly recovering, and his spirit was getting better and better, as if there was another force supporting him.

After a little thought, he quickly locked on to his target, and in fact there were no other options right now, only the scepter.

The warm aura coming from the scepter was getting stronger and stronger, not only protecting his heart at this moment, but also spreading to his whole body as he gradually penetrated deeper into the mountains, and even felt the warmth on the soles of his fingers and feet, and completely recovered.

Ji Yu could even feel very clearly that the black scepter was also like some kind of creature that was waking up, gradually waking up as it got closer and closer to the center of the sacred mountain, and its own strength was growing stronger and stronger, as if it had been stimulated by something.

It's just that when Ji Hou inadvertently lowered his head, and the corner of his eyes swept over the arm of the high priest who was hanging a little weakly on his shoulder, his brows wrinkled slightly.

The hand, still withered as a skeleton, looked unchanged, still in that state of extreme weakness.

Why is this? Ji Hou's thoughts in his heart turned sharply, and his face was walking forward quietly, at this moment in the hinterland of this sacred mountain, it can be said that every step is frightening and dangerous, he must not take a wrong step, and if there is anything abnormal, he must try his best to figure it out.

But everyone is clearly the same person, what's the difference?

The High Priest is too old, too dying, too to fully accept the power of that scepter?

As soon as this thought came to mind, it was thrown away by Ji Hou himself, there must be some secret that he didn't know. So, what is the difference between himself and the high priest?

Mount Kinabalu was lonely, the road was winding, and they walked over another hill. In the middle of this, Ji Hou and the high priest were frightened again, not that they encountered any danger, in fact, after entering the sacred mountain, except for the strange power threat, there was no other threat on the sacred mountain, probably because this force was too strong, and those man-eating demonic beasts were also blocked from the sacred mountain.

The fright they were afraid of was actually the kind of purple light they had seen once before.

Everything seemed to be a repeat of the previous one, on a certain mountain peak that had been quiet and quiet, suddenly the space was distorted, and then another huge purple light gate appeared, and then the same process, in the dark and writhing shadows, another exotic monster with a huge body appeared and wanted to enter this world through that light gate, and it seemed that this monster was bigger and more powerful than the previous body.

Then, with a roar, the dragon emerged from the depths of the mountain and descended to the door of light like a soldier from the sky, wrestling with the exotic monster.

The dragon was more powerful than it could have imagined, and once again it slain the exotic monster, but it also paid the price.

Ji Hou saw with his own eyes that one of the dragon's arms was almost smashed, but it didn't seem to care, but after looking back at the two ant-like villains on the mountain road in the distance again, it turned around and walked into the depths of the sacred mountain.

Ji Hou suddenly had a feeling that the dragon was not looking at himself and the High Priest, it was only looking at the scepter behind him that was held in the hand of the High Priest.

The purple gate of light trembled and disappeared from the void again, and the mountain returned to calm, except for the golden blood falling from the sky, everything seemed as if nothing had happened. It's just that Ji Hou's heartbeat is slowly speeding up, and he faintly feels something.

This time, he didn't even need the high priest's urging to do so, and he continued to stride forward.

In the depths of the sacred mountain, as if something was calling, he could feel the light on the scepter behind him rising and falling at the moment, as if breathing, echoing the ancient voice.