When he crossed the mountain, Ji Hou suddenly stopped, and the face that he had pretended to be indifferent and indifferent finally couldn't help but be moved, and his face showed a trace of disbelief.

An open valley unfolded in front of his eyes, surrounded by mountains, and in the middle of the valley there seemed to be a tall altar rising from the ground, more than a hundred zhang high, and the top platform seemed to enshrine something, but it was not clear from such a distance.

I saw that the ancient mottled stone steps led from the ground to the top of the high altar, and below the altar, all over the valley around the altar, there were countless dense figures.

There are desolate tribes and there are human races;

There are the living, and there are the dead.

Ji Hou recognized at a glance that many of them were the desolate slaves and Terran warriors he had sent to Yin He to build a road into the Inner Ring before, but at this moment, they were all dull and blank, with empty and lifeless eyes, standing in the open space around this altar like walking corpses.

Ji Hou even saw more figures in front of them, and those figures were all standing, but some of them had even lost their flesh and blood and turned into creepy skeletons. It's just that everyone, dead and alive, seems to be controlled by an invisible force, and they all face the direction of that altar.

They are worshipping!

They knelt down, bowed their heads, prostrated themselves on the earth, threw themselves on the altar, and raised their hands to offer this unknown worship as if they were sacrificing their own lives.

It doesn't matter if it's alive or dead.

But even these eerie scenes are not the most terrifying thing in the valley.

In the air behind the altar, a huge purple light gate phantom was writhing violently in the air, as if it wanted to appear.

Judging from Ji Hou, this purple light gate was more than ten times bigger than the two light gates he had seen when he went up the mountain before, but the difference was that the purple light gate that was destroyed by the dragon king appeared at one time, and then the monster appeared. And in the air behind this altar, the purple light gate that was ten times larger seemed to have been suppressed by some powerful force all along, and it had been in a state of half-truth and half-reality, unable to truly manifest in this valley.

The black wind swirled around the valley, but the outside world could not feel it at all, and at the same time, from time to time, silver lightning flickered and writhed in the valley, and the most around the altar, like sharp blades, kept whipping and besieging the high thing.

In mid-air, in the phantom shadow of the huge light gate, darkness surged like angry waves, and it seemed that countless demons were roaring and roaring at the world.

Ji Hou only felt chills all over his body, and in the face of this terrible scene, he even had an urge to turn around and run, and then he thought with some bitterness in his heart, in the world outside this sacred mountain, in the Great Wasteland, all the people, including the human race and the desolate race, looked so ignorant and small at this moment.

The fate of this world is out of sight, and in the depths of this silent sacred mountain, it is fiercely contested.

So, what are people?

At this time, Ji Hou suddenly heard a sound of footsteps coming from behind him, and the high priest, who was also shocked by the scene in the valley, seemed to be a little surprised, patted Ji Hou on the shoulder, and the two turned their heads to look at the same time.

Then, at the same time, they were dumbfounded.

On the way behind him, a group of figures slowly walked over. They were all familiar faces, unfamiliar expressions, and they were the fifty warriors who had guarded them along the way.

Only at this moment, the expressions on their faces were no different from those walking corpses in the valley, and even when they approached Ji Hou and the High Priest, they didn't look at the two people they respected the most.

These lifeless men, slowly walking past them, looking like gray stones, walked down the mountain path down the valley, and then silently joined the crowd of the living dead.

Kneeling, kowtowing, prostrate, becoming part of them.

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The high priest looked at the backs of those warriors and was silent for a long time, not knowing if he was thinking, or if his own brain had been suppressed by the power of the mountain for too long, and he was not very clear, and it would take a long time to think about something.

But in the end, he pointed to the altar again with his withered hand.

"Go there!" said the High Priest.

Ji Hou took a deep look at the altar, and at this moment, he was almost sure that the legends about the sacred mountain, those treasures, the legends of the gods, and even the secret about "immortality" that the Celestial God Sect had handed down from the Terran saint back then were on that altar.

The root of it all, it's there.

He looked at the huge light gate in the void that twisted and trembled, and perhaps the next moment it would actually appear and destroy the world.

It was like the entrance to death.

But the next moment, Ji Hou took a step, his eyes were blazing, and he walked towards the altar.

How many years, how many years, from young to old, from nothing to power, he worked hard with one hand, blood and sweat. The enthusiasm and excitement of the year had long been calm, but on this day, he suddenly had a boiling feeling in his heart.

That trembling feeling of excitement spread throughout his body, like a flame igniting his body, and before he died, he also had to take a look, on the altar, the most mysterious root in the world!

He strode away, forgetting to pretend any more, and the high priest behind him was now like a skeleton, but in his eyes there was a glint exactly like the season.

It's yearning, hope, greed, and the desperate need to look at it......

Curious!

The road stretched forward, and it wasn't long before the two of them came to the living dead, each of them worshipping silently, and only the two of them kept moving forward.

It looked weird, but no one cared, no one reacted. Although they were terrifying, they walked quickly, and after about a tea time, Ji Hou walked to the tall altar with the high priest on his back.

Looking up from the ground, this altar looks taller and taller, as if it is a huge pillar reaching into the sky, the wind blows, the lightning twists wildly, flickering next to this altar, countless clouds rolling, gathering in the sky at the top of the altar, as if within reach.

Ji Hou took a deep breath and stepped onto the steps.

The mottled but solid stone steps he stepped on with his first foot, and suddenly several strange runes appeared on that layer, and they lit up. Ji Hou found this, hesitated a little, and then took another step up, and similarly, the second stone steps also lit up with runes.

In this way, as Ji Hou and the High Priest walked towards the top of the altar, the ancient and mottled stone steps under his feet, which had gone through many years of wind and frost, lit up layer by layer, like an ancient hymn, slowly sounding in the void.

The wind and clouds were surging in response to the ancient voice, and a bright and strange light lit up from them.

The black scepter, radiating a thousand rays of brilliance, surrounded them in the light, step by step, towards the highest peak.

The huge purple light gate phantom in mid-air suddenly writhed even more violently, as if sensing something, the roar of countless demons in the void shook the heavens and the earth, as if to tear everything here and destroy everything.

A strange purple light suddenly shone out from the light gate in mid-air and rushed towards the top of the altar, but after reaching the top of the altar about four or five feet, suddenly a semicircular white transparent light shield appeared, protecting the altar and also withstanding the surging purple light.

A moment later, the purple light exploded, refracting a dozen smaller rays of light that shot out in all directions, falling on the peaks around the valley.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, the heavens and the earth were dim, and at the end of those purple lights, suddenly the space was distorted, and then turned into a dozen smaller purple light gates, which appeared on those mountains, the light and shadow floated, and the sky shook the sky, and more than a dozen huge, vicious and weird demons struggled and roared, and rushed out of the light gates.

At this moment, there was a roar from the depths of the sacred mountain, a huge figure appeared, and the giant dragon appeared again.

The demonic monsters that occupied the tops of those peaks turned their heads and roared at the dragon, and then climbed down the mountain one after another, rushing towards the dragon with a terrifying power that changed the color of the heavens and the earth.

The dragon stood there, not retreating, not running away, but just looking at it from a distance. Between heaven and earth, at that moment, it seemed that only its lonely figure remained.

Exceptionally powerful, yet lonely.

Then, it roared at the trolls that were rushing madly, and rushed at it angrily.

In the blink of an eye, it rushed into the demon group, and slapped over the nearest exotic monster with one palm, shattering even half of the mountain peak next to it, and smashing the demon's entire head on the mountain rock.

In the rain of blood, terrible screams came and went, and in an instant, three or five more terrifying exotic monsters rushed in front of it, pounced from the front, attacked from behind, and suddenly hung on the dragon's body, and the two sides suddenly fell into a bloody battle.

The dragon roared and slashed, the mountains shook, blood rained, and exotic demons died under its claws, but its body was also rapidly crumbling, its skin and flesh were broken, and its limbs were broken, it was primitive and naked killing, as if it was the flesh and blood exchanged for flesh in those barbaric years of ancient times.

This lone and powerful dragon desperately blocked the monsters of the Outlands, and its strength was exposed at this moment, even the sacred mountain seemed to tremble under the feet of these giant beasts at this moment, until the last exotic monster was also killed, and it fell to the ground with a terrible long roar. And in mid-air, those purple light gates had slowly closed.

The mountains fell silent, except for the sound of the wind.

The dragon glanced down at his body, but he couldn't see anything intact, the hard leather armor was completely shattered, and the flesh was a mess, in his chest, on his body...... Broken to the point of being horribly damaged, blood gushing out of its massive body like a fountain, like a great river that has a long history.

River of Blood!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the dragon fell from the top of the mountain, slammed into the cliff face, and fell into the deep ravine, rolling all the way until it finally stopped. A large chunk of flesh was missing from its skull, and even its eyes were left in the blur, drowned in the gushing blood.

It looked up and looked at the sky. The old figure above it slowly rolled down, and in the sunlight it was a scarred old desolate man. Before he died, he patted the dragon's head with some difficulty, and then whispered, "Okay, that's enough!"

"You've lived up to the promise of the dragons for generations, you've done well enough. ”

"Go, go back to your dragon tombs, and rest and sleep beside your parents and ancestors......

The voice was low, and the old man closed his eyes and died.

The dragon let out a wail in its throat, and it looked at the old man in a daze, and then looked back at the altar between the valleys, the colors of light and darkness, as if the last hour was coming, and everything was so intense that it was about to explode.

That's enough......

The dragon raised its head and turned beyond the sacred mountain, it wanted to walk in the direction of its ancestors, but it was unable to stand up. It's just that every dragon in this world must return to the ancient tomb before he dies.

This is a vow that has been passed down from generation to generation by the dragons!

The dragon slowly raised its body, streaked its blood-stained body across the ground, dragged the remnants, and began to crawl slowly into the distance.

Step by step, away from the valley of lightning and thunder, away from the altar, crawling towards the dragon's homeland.

The nest that was hidden in the sand.