When he crossed the mountain, Ji Hou suddenly stopped, his face was originally pretending to be cold and cold. Finally, he couldn't help but be moved, and a hint of incredible shock appeared on his face.

A wide valley suddenly appeared before him, surrounded by mountains, and there seemed to be a tall altar rising from the ground in the middle of the valley, more than a hundred feet high. Something seemed to be enshrined on the top platform, but it was hard to see clearly that far away.

I saw ancient mottled stone steps leading from the ground to the top of the high altar. Under the altar, there were countless dense figures of people scattered on the valleys around the altar.

There are deserted tribes and human tribes;

There are living people and dead people.

Ji Hou recognized at a glance that many of them were the deserted slaves and human warriors who had sent Yin He to build roads into the inner ring. However, at this moment, they all had dull faces, empty eyes, and lifelessness, standing in the open space around the altar like walking corpses.

The fish even saw more figures in front of them, all of whom were standing, but some of them even disappeared from their flesh and blood and turned into creepy skeletons. But everyone, whether dead or living, seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, facing the direction of the altar.

They are worshiping!

They knelt down, bowed their heads, crawled on the earth, prostrated to the altar, raised their hands to offer this unknown worship of life and death, as if they were offering sacrifices to their own lives.

Whether it is a living or a dead person.

However, even these strange scenes are still not the most thrilling thing in this valley.

In the sky behind the altar, a huge purple light gate phantom was twisting violently in the sky, as if she wanted to show up.

From the perspective of the season, this purple light gate is more than ten times the size of the two light gates he saw before when he went up the mountain. But the difference is that the purple light gate that was destroyed by the Dragon King appeared in one go, and then a monster appeared. In the air behind the altar, the huge purple light gate, which was ten times larger, seemed to have been suppressed by some powerful force, and was always in a half-true and half-real and illusory state, and could not really appear in this valley.

The black wind roared around the valley, but the outside world could not feel it at all. At the same time, silver lights flashed and twisted in the valley from time to time, and the altar was the most around it, like a sharp blade, constantly whipping and besieging the high thing.

In the air, in the shadow of the huge light gate, darkness surged like anger, as if countless demons were roaring and shouting at the world.

Ji Hou felt cold all over his body. In the face of this terrible scene, he even had the urge to turn around and run. Then he thought bitterly that in the world outside the sacred mountain and on the Great Wilderness, all the people, including the human race and the Wilderness, looked so ignorant and insignificant at this moment.

The fate of this world is beyond people's gaze, and is fighting fiercely in the depths of this silent mountain.

So, what are people?

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

Then, they were speechless at the same time.

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

But at this moment, the expression on their faces was as good as the walking corpses in the valley. Even when they approached the Season and the High Priest, they did not look at the two people they respected the most on weekdays.

These dead people slowly walked past them, looking like pieces of gray stones, walking down the valley along the mountain road, and then silently joined the crowd of the living dead.

Kneel down, kowtow, and prostrate, becoming part of them.

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The high priest looked at the backs of the warriors and was silent for a long time. He didn't know if he was thinking or his own brain was suppressed by the power of the sacred mountain for too long, and he was a little confused. It would take a long time to think about anything.

But in the end, he pointed his withered hands at the altar again.

"Go there!" said the high priest.

Ji Hou looked at the altar deeply. At this moment, he was almost certain that the legends about the sacred mountain, treasures, legends of gods, and even the secret about "eternal life and immortality" that the Celestial God Cult has passed down from that human saint back then were on the altar.

The root of everything is there.

He looked at the twisted and trembling phantom of the light gate in the void. Perhaps it would really appear in the next moment and destroy the world.

It seemed like the entrance to death.

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

He worked hard, blood and sweat, and the passion and excitement of the past had been calm, but on this day, he suddenly felt boiling in his heart.

That excitement tremor spread throughout his body, like a ball of flame igniting his body. Before life and death, he also wanted to take a look. On the altar, the most mysterious source in this world!

He strode away, forgetting to pretend again; and the high priest behind him was now shaped like a skeleton, but in his eyes, the flashing light was exactly the same as the Season.

That is yearning, hope, greed, and even desperate to take a look...

curious!

The road stretched forward, and not long after, the two of them walked among the living dead, each of them worshiping silently, only the two of them kept walking forward.

The scene seemed very strange, but no one cared or reacted. Although it was very terrifying, they walked very quickly. After about a cup of tea, Ji Hou walked to the tall altar with the high priest on his back.

Looking up from the ground, the altar looked taller, as if it was a giant pillar that penetrated straight into the sky. The strong wind blew, and the light of electricity twisted wildly, flashing beside the altar. Countless clouds rolled and gathered in the sky at the top of the altar, as if within reach.

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

After the mottled but solid stone steps were stepped on with his first foot, several strange runes suddenly appeared on the layer, lit up. Ji Hou discovered this, hesitated, and then took another step up. Similarly, the second stone steps also lit up.

In this way, as the season and the high priest walked above the altar, the ancient and mottled stone steps under his feet, which had been through many years, lit up layer by layer, like an ancient hymn, slowly ringing in the void.

The strong wind and lightning and the surging clouds were all responding to the ancient sound, and a brilliant and strange light lit up from them.

The black magical staff emitted a thousand feet of light, surrounding them in the light, and walking towards the highest peak step by step.

The huge purple light door phantom in the air suddenly twisted even more violently, as if he had sensed something. The roars of countless demons in the void shook the world, as if they were to tear apart everything here and destroy everything.

A strange purple light suddenly shone out from the light gate in the air and rushed towards the altar. However, after reaching the top of the altar about four or five feet away, a semicircular white transparent light cover suddenly appeared, protecting the altar and resisting the surging purple light.

After a moment, the purple light scattered, refracting more than a dozen smaller rays of light and shooting away in all directions, falling on the peaks around the valley.

The earth was shaking, the sky and the earth were dim, and the space suddenly distorted at the end of the purple lights, and then turned into more than a dozen smaller purple light gates, appearing on those hills. As the light and shadows floated, the sharp roar shook the sky, and more than a dozen huge, ferocious and weird demons struggled and roared, and rushed out of the light gate.

At this moment, a roar broke out in the depths of the sacred mountain, a huge figure appeared, and the giant dragon appeared again.

The demons and monsters that occupied the tops of the mountain turned their heads, roared at the giant dragon, and then climbed down the mountain, rushing towards the giant dragon with a terrifying power that made the heaven and the earth change color, just like thousands of troops sweeping across the heaven and the earth.

The dragon stood there without retreating, nor did it run away. It was just looking from a distance. At that moment, it seemed that it was the only lonely figure left behind.

Extremely powerful, yet lonely.

Then, it roared to the sky, roared towards the trolls rushing towards them in a crazy manner, and rushed forward angrily.

In a blink of an eye, it rushed into the group of demons and slapped the nearest foreign monster with one palm. It also smashed half of the mountain next to it, smashing the demon's entire head on the rock.

In the blood rain, terrifying screams came one after another. In an instant, three or five more terrifying foreign monsters rushed to it, rushed from the front, attacked from behind, and hung on the dragon's body. Both sides suddenly fell into a bloody battle.

The dragon roared and fought, the mountains shaking and the earth shaking, and blood rain flew. One by one, the foreign demons died under its claws, but its body was also rapidly collapsing, with its skin and flesh blooming, and its limbs broken. It was a primitive and naked killing, just like the flesh and blood exchanged for flesh and blood in those barbaric years of ancient times.

This lonely and powerful dragon desperately blocked the monsters in the outer realm. Its power was fully exposed at this moment. Even the sacred mountain seemed to be trembling at the feet of these giant beasts at this moment, until the last foreign monster was killed, making a shrill sound and fell heavily to the ground. In the air, the purple light gates had slowly closed.

The mountains became quiet, with only the sound of the wind.

The dragon looked down at his body, but could not see any intact. The hard leather armor was completely broken, and the flesh and blood were in a mess. In his chest and body... it looked so broken that it was terrible. Blood gushed out of its huge body like a fountain, like a long river.

Blood River!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the dragon fell from the top of the mountain, hit the cliff heavily, and fell into the deep valley, rolling all the way until it finally stopped. A large piece of flesh and blood was missing on its head, and even one of its eyes was left, which was flooded by the gushing blood.

It raised its head and looked at the sky. The old figure above its head slowly rolled down. In the sun, it was a dying old man covered in scars. Before he died, he patted the dragon's head with some difficulty, and then whispered: "Okay, enough!"

"You have already fulfilled the promises of the Dragon Clan for generations, and you have done well enough."

"Go, go back to the tomb of your dragon clan, rest and sleep next to your parents and ancestors of all generations..."

The old man closed his eyes and died.

A wailing sound came from the dragon's throat. It stared at the old man in a daze, then looked back at the altar in the valley where the bright light and shadow were extremely intense, just as if the last moment was about to come, everything was so intense that it was about to explode.

Enough...

The dragon raised its head and turned to the place outside the sacred mountain. It wanted to walk towards its ancestors, but it was unable to stand up. However, every giant dragon in this world must return to the ancient tomb before it would die.

This is a vow passed down from generation to generation by the dragon clan!

The dragon slowly raised its body, and used its blood-stained body to pass through the ground with its shocking blood-colored traces. It dragged its remaining body and began to slowly crawl into the distance.

Step by step, away from the valley of lightning and thunder, away from the altar, and crawled towards the hometown of the dragon.

The nest covered by yellow sand.
Chapter completed!