Mountains and rivers compose vast music, and clouds gather in the vast sky.

The middle-aged man showed an old look, but for more than thirty years, but what he reflected on his face seemed to have passed through sixty years of wind, frost, rain and snow.

His hand rubbed a small jade bracelet on his wrist. The quality of this jade was not good and belonged to the miscellaneous jade.

But this jade is very precious, very precious.

This is the witch's jade.

Wangshan, as the witch of Lianjun clan, is no longer young. The previous generation of witches passed away during the migration. He handed over all the inheritance to himself and appointed himself as his successor.

The rise and fall of Lian Wen's clan was entrusted to his own hands, and this huge burden was pressed on his shoulders.

He was very scared, afraid that Lian Wu would not be able to reach their paradise, so he died here.

So he used many extreme methods. Many people in Lianjun died inexplicably, were abandoned or disappeared. In fact, those were talked to him and stayed voluntarily as a reward along the way.

Give natural food.

No one knows how much pressure is in Wangshan’s heart, and no one can share it with him.

He is a witch. The life and death of an individual must be under the survival of the tribe. If the death of a single entity can be exchanged for the continuation of the tribe, then it is worth it.

Lian Yun clan survived and successfully reached the range of the mountains of the Three Classics of Nanci, and at the same time found the first war clan "Lishen clan".

Lishen promised their surrender and promised to give them shelter, so he gave them a piece of land, but they needed to go there themselves, and Lishen would not send anyone to escort them.

"The weak cannot rely on Lishen. This is not just in Tianyu Mountains, but also in your place."

The great witches of Lishenshi are very ruthless, but Wangshan does not expect to get their protection.

After all, everything depends on yourself.

Nanyu Mountain is far away from the mountain where the sons are located, but after years of running around, he finally got a response at this time. More than 7,000 people died on the way. After paying such a heavy price, Lian Yun finally

From Yaoguang Mountain, I walked here with a pair of fleshy feet.

The 140,000-mile mountains and rivers have turned into vast clouds and mists, becoming a path paved with flesh and blood, bringing new hope to Lian Wu's family.

He succeeded, and the tribe finally arrived in front of Nanyu Mountain. When passing through the snake nest in Yuhua Mountain, it was the last large-scale death. Hundreds of soldiers remained in that mountain forever. Similarly, many old and weak were also

He died inside as well.

With white bones, they will never be able to return to their hometown.

Wangshan sat at the top of the hills, with a leaf in his mouth. His young man was white. To this day, his snow-white hair has turned into pale twilight, losing his beauty and losing all his vitality.

The ancient music resounds between this world. It is the ancient music passed down from generation to generation by Lianyun. It is said that these music comes from the ancient Lingshan Mountain, which is the birthplace of all witches, the legend of witches in the world, and the witches.

Inheritance, the homeland of the witch, and after the witch dies, their souls will return to the ancient spiritual mountain.

What is Lingshan like?

Not only Wangshan has thought so, but many tribes of witches have fantasized about the appearance of Lingshan in their music.

Wangshan likes this ancient music very much, its name is "Qiyun".

Mountains are connected to clouds, and clouds come out of the mountains.

Wang, this girl originally had only one word, and she could not have the surname Wang, but in order to dedicate it to the mountain god and give the mountain god of Nanyu Mountain a respectful impression, Wangshan gave her a new name called Wang.

This is a name given to the witch himself, but no one wants to obtain it at this point in time, because it means becoming a sacrifice dedicated to the mountain god.

But this is all for Lian Wushi.

The life and death of an individual are reflected for the tribe. When the tribe is prosperous, countless individuals are forged with the power of life. When the tribe declines, individuals need to stand up and die silently for the continuation of the tribe.

I hope that this is such a girl. She must die. Only when she dies can Lian Wu gain a foothold in this sea of ​​​​group.

So after the tribe recovered, Lian Yun sent someone to take the fine rice selected from the tribe, Wang and Bai Dog, together with the white dog, to Nanyu Mountain as a sacrifice dedicated to the mountain god.

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Wangshan really felt very tired. He felt that he was about to collapse, but for the time being, he could not abandon this tribe and could not bury his bones under the loess.

Nowadays, Lian Wu family may fall down anytime and anywhere. Two thousand people seem to have died a few more recently. They have not survived this warm winter. They seem to have died of disease. The climate here is the area where Yaoguang Mountain comes from

Totally different.

So Wangshan used some herbs and deworming plants he knew to fill the mouths of these corpses, and then buried them far away under the mountain soil.

The melodious ancient music spread from the hills. When the working Lianhuan clans heard this music, their sadness decreased a little. This was all for the survival of the tribe. The difficult days will definitely pass and enter the mountains.

Hunting warriors, they will bring fat blood food for the children of the tribe to spend the new season.

Looking down the hills, he looked towards Nanyu Mountain and slowly walked towards it.

"I saw the mountain god at that time! It looked dark, with bloody mouths and grinning, which was scary!"

A man sat on the wild ridge with saliva flying. Because he had not dug a canal and could not divide the word "field" into farming, he just looked for a place around the natural small soil buns.

At this time, this man was blowing water to several resting members of the Lianhuan clan around him, talking about the appearance of the mountain god he saw when he sent him up the mountain a few days ago.

He said, a big man beside him approached and came to hear the news:

"Yes, yes, yes, I also saw those two eyes, which were so white, even more scary than the wolf in the mountains."

After saying this, the faces of the people of several tribes changed, and then an older one sighed:

"The mountain gods of Nanyu Mountain are much better than those of Yaoguang Mountain."

Everyone was silent after saying this. It was indeed true that they were saying it. In Yaoguang Mountain, life was worse than death.

Then more and more people gathered.

The number of people who sent them up the mountain was gathering more and more.

Six of those ten men came.

Wangyun slowed down and walked quietly through the distance where they were standing.

"You are all wrong. The mountain god is obviously blue. When he sneezes, he starts to thunder in the sky. Didn't you hear that huge thunder sound? That's..."

"No, the mountain god is clearly covered by fog. How can you see clearly? I don't see clearly anyway."

"Tsk tsk, it's not normal for you to see clearly? But their eyes are not easy to use. The mountain god clearly has white tentacles on his head, hanging down like a waterfall, with two terrible antlers on his back, and

Short and ugly.”
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