In the ancient temple, there were groups of shamans sitting cross-legged in the temple, and Wu Ji was chanting scriptures. There were tall statues of gods built in the hall, which looked like a giant, with mountains and earth under his feet. The entire temple was completely made of stones, empty and simple. As the chanting of scriptures came out, the sound of scriptures echoed in the entire ancient temple.

These are the witch sacrifices of the ancient gods. Unlike the shaman witch sacrifices of most northern barbarians, who follow the path of demons and practice their own bloodlines, the witch sacrifices of the ancient gods follow the path of similar witch sacrifices and immortals, and practice spiritual magic.

Therefore, the witch festival in this ancient temple is more common than the shaman witch festival in the Northern Wilderness, which is full of evil spirits and resentful spirits, which is full of simple and ancient atmosphere, and has a taste of returning to nature.

Although they all have totems on their bodies, some have demonic features and colors on their faces, and some come from the border, because the barbarians and demons are constantly mixed with human race, and they look almost the same as ordinary people. However, at this moment, sitting cross-legged in the ancient and heavy temple on the snow mountain, they are as peaceful as blooming snow lotus, and their eyes are full of innocent simplicity.

They are the witch sacrifices of the ancient gods, and they are also the preachers and defenders of the ancient gods.

At this moment, a roaring dragon sound came from the sky, and the chanting of scriptures in the temple was interrupted. Dozens of witches wrapped in thin robes walked out of the hall, stood on the stairs and corridor outside, looking at the sky.

I saw the clouds in the sky rolling into a ball, like a huge vortex rotating in the sky.

One of the strange beasts with no tail was shuttled between the clouds and mist, roaring. The blood suppression from the divine beasts was particularly strong on the barbarians in the north.

"Dragon!" A young witch monk in single clothes and exposed his shoulders suddenly recognized the existence in the sky.

"No! According to legend, the dragon has foot, it should be a dragon, or a dragon beast." An old man next to him whose eyes were full of wisdom and whose face had fire patterns and scales on his face immediately pointed out the other party's mistake.

"How could the dragon come here!" The witches of the ancient temples were talking about it, without understanding at all. How could the descendants of the powerful race that occupied the entire East China Sea in the legend, and the descendants of the divine beasts, cross such a source and come to the ancient temple in the northern wilderness of the East China continent,

"I heard that there are many dragons flowing from the East China Sea in the human race, and this should be from the human race."

At this moment, the dragon in the sky hovered down from the clouds, wandering in the sky with dragons, heading towards the ancient temple. Everyone seemed to be facing a great enemy, looking at the sky with a serious expression.

"Quiet! It's the guest of the ancient god of the ancient god!" An old man walked out of the ancient god temple and roared, and the sound waves spread like a bell, soothing the panic in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, they saw a figure sitting upright on the dragon's head, with long beards wandering between the magnificent horns. The figure sat on it like an old monk entering into meditation, closing his eyes to rest.

Riding down in a dragon, it was like an immortal from heaven coming, or a god from overseas descending.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of air. The dragon emitting infinite power made their backs chill, and at this moment such a ferocious beast turned out to be the mount of this person.

Judging from the person's appearance, he rode the dragon all the way, sweeping all the way from unknown distance to the storm.

The dragon's body was so big that it was only after everyone could see clearly that it was lingering around the hall. The dragon's head stopped in front of the hall gate, as big as a house.

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

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

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

"You're finally here!"

The smoke was rising along the way with the breeze. Before he could get close, he heard a soft voice in his ears. An old man sitting on the edge of a cliff cave said slowly.

Fang Xiu's figure slowly condensed with the smoke and landed beside the cliff cave, and turned into a human form from the smoke. A young man in a black and red teacher's robe sat opposite the vicissitudes of 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 decades have passed in the mountains and sea realms. Changde had already reached the limit of his lifespan and was old.

His body was covered with age spots, his skin was wrinkled like chicken skin, his face was aging and his eyes were covered with white cataracts, and his whole body was filled with aura of death.

But he still held on for a while and did not die, as if he was waiting for his arrival.

Chang De raised his head and looked at Fang Xiu. In an instant, the eyes covered with white cataracts burst out endless divine light, which contained the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of the ancient mountains and the endless rivers of heaven.

He has replaced the position of the ancient mountain god with his human body for tens of years, and his divine power has reached the peak of the human world, just like Fang Xiu.

But today, this human body has reached its limit, and the soul is about to go to the underworld to report. The level of the god name is above the Life and Death Book, and he truly becomes the god of this ancient mountain.

"You're just right. If you come one step earlier or one step later, I will not be able to fulfill my promise!"

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

"You... are going to die!" Fang Xiu said this without any questions, but a tone of affirmation, but his voice was filled with complex emotions such as sighs, sighs, and regrets.

"No! I'm just really going to become an ancient god." Chang De told Fang Xiu calmly that he was full of eyes that had seen through life and death and saw clearly the human favors of the world.

Fang Xiu and Changde sat opposite 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: "Yes! I'm waiting for you, Fengdu!"

"After I die, as a sacred mountain vocation like the ancient mountain, there is also a rank in the underworld. The soul will go to the underworld Yin Tianzi City to report!"

"At that time, the door to the Netherworld will be opened for me. You can enter the Underworld with me with your soul. This is my original promise to you."

Chang De's old face chuckled, his eyes narrowed together: "I finally returned your favor."

"In this world! I, Changde, will never owe anyone!"

Fang Xiu suddenly became speechless and his face was lost.

He had thought a lot before coming, but he didn't know whether the talisman he gave Changde was good or bad, whether Changde had sought everything he wanted here, and whether all of this happened to be everything he wanted.

Having spent hundreds or decades of time in the vast mountains and sea realms, does he feel regretful and resentful to him?

But when he saw these eyes and heard him say he owed him a promise, Fang Xiu didn't know where to start for a moment.

Chang De did not wait for Fang Xiu to speak, but asked, "How is it? Next plate?"

"Go?"

"Chess!"

A chess box fell in Changde's sleeve. The wooden chess box and wooden stones did not have a luxurious and magical atmosphere. They even looked worn and a little old and dilapidated, but Fang Xiu felt the simplicity and innocence: "I really can't play Go, but chess is still my appetite!"

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

"It sounds quite lonely!"

"you do not say!"

The two played chess on the cliff of this ancient mountain. Fang Xiu was indifferent to making a move, while Chang De told his ups and downs of his life and the magnificent stories of his life over the past hundred and decades of his life.

He first entered the mountains and seas and landed in a tribe on the border of Pan Kingdom. He stayed in that tribe for several years. Then he was killed by the barbarians invaded from the north and brought them to the north as slaves. After experiencing the twists and turns, he became a witch sacrifice for a small tribe.

Rising from the bottom, erasing all the enemies of the past, and finally standing at the peak of the Northern Wilderness Barbarians. He gathered his faith and summoned the entire barbarians to search for the divine decrees throughout the ancient mountains, and turned into a lofty god on this ancient mountain to accept worship by all living beings.

There are endless killings, hatred, resentment, and joy and pride in the story. He has killed countless people, cursed and killed his wife and children. He was captured and became a slave, and he also enslaved all living beings.

He has experienced all the separations of enemies and hatreds, and he has treated them all as mortals, demons, and kings, and finally turned into an ancient god.

This road to immortality is far more difficult and painful than Changde imagined. When he asked for it in the end, he seemed to know what he asked for.

Nearly two hundred years have passed, and everything has disappeared with the smoke and clouds, and only he is sitting on this ancient mountain to play chess with Fang Xiu.

"well!"

Halfway through the third game, Chang De held his hand on the board and made a move. Finally, with a sigh, the oil was gone.

The chess piece that was in the cannon suddenly fell on the chessboard, and Changde closed his eyes.

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

The gate of the Yinshi opened, and the soul of the ancient mountain god who was in the reserve service went to the underworld after his death, and was named after the Life and Death Book. From then on, Changde was no longer a human, but a god of earthly gods.

A golden soul jumped out from Changde's body, like a pillar of light reflected into the darkness, and threw itself into the darkness.
Chapter completed!