Rebirth Dominator

In the deserted ancient temple, groups of shamans and witch priests sitting cross-legged in the temple chanted scriptures in their mouths, and a tall statue of god was built in the main hall, which looked like a giant, with mountains and land under its feet.

The entire hall is entirely made of stone, empty and simple, and as the chanting of the scriptures came out, the sound of the scriptures echoed throughout the ancient temple.

These are all the witch sacrifices of the ancient gods, and most of the shaman sacrifices of the northern barbarians follow the way of demons, which is different from cultivating their own blood. spell.

Therefore, compared with most of the shaman rituals in the northern wilderness, which are full of evil spirits and resentful spirits, the witch rituals in this ancient temple seem to be full of simple and ancient atmosphere, with a taste of returning to nature.

Although each of them has totems on their bodies, some of them have the features and colors of monsters on their faces, and some of them come from the border, because the barbarian monsters are constantly mixed with human races, and they look almost the same as ordinary people.

But at this moment, they were sitting cross-legged in the simple and thick temple on the snow mountain, each of them was as serene as a blooming snow lotus, and their eyes were filled with the simplicity of a child.

They are not only the shaman priests of the ancient gods, but also the preachers and defenders of the ancient gods.

But at this moment, there was a howling dragon cry in the sky, and the chanting in the temple was interrupted at once. Dozens of witch priests wrapped in thin robes walked out of the hall and stood On the stepped corridor outside, I looked towards the sky.

I saw the clouds in the sky rolled into a ball, like a huge vortex spinning in the sky.

And in one of them, a strange beast with no head and no tail shuttled between the clouds and mists, roaring bursts. The suppression of the bloodline originating from the divine beast was particularly strong against the barbarians in the north.

Dragon! A young witch priest in a single shirt with his shoulders bare recognized the existence in the sky at once.

No! According to the legend, the dragon has feet. This should be a flood dragon, or a beast of the dragon genus. An old man with wise eyes and fire-patterned scales on his face immediately pointed out the other party's mistake. .

Why did the Jiaolong come here! Crowds of witch priests from ancient temples were arguing, they didn't understand at all how the legendary powerful race that occupied the entire East China Sea, the descendants of the gods and beasts, could cross such a source and come to this East Continent The barren ancient temple in the northern wilderness,

I heard that there are many flooded dragons from the East China Sea in the territory of the human race. They should come from the territory of the human race.

And at this moment, the flood dragon in the sky circled down from the clouds, swam in the sky as a dragon, and came towards the ancient temple. At this moment, everyone looked at the sky with solemn expressions as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Quiet! It's the guests of the ancient gods who have arrived! An old man walked out of the ancient temple and roared. The sound spread like a bell, calming the panic in everyone's hearts.

At this moment they saw a figure sitting on the dragon head, with a long beard floating between the towering horns, the figure was sitting on it like an old monk in meditation, closing his eyes and meditating.

Riding on the dragon, it is like the arrival of immortals from outside the sky, or the arrival of overseas gods and men.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but gasped, the flood dragon exuding infinite power sent chills down their backs, and at this moment such a fierce beast turned out to be this person's mount.

Looking at the appearance of this person, he just rode this flood dragon all the way, sweeping the wind and clouds from an unknown place.

The dragon's body was so big that everyone could see it clearly when it landed on the ground. Its body hovered around the hall and circled around it. The dragon's head stood proudly in front of the hall gate, as big as a house.

The god-man sitting on the dragon's head slowly raised his head, and did not look at them, but turned his head to look behind the temple. There was a cave under the cliff behind the temple. The bright moon in the sky is generally conspicuous.

The figure instantly dissipated into smoke under the sunlight, chasing the breeze towards the cliff behind the temple.

And the flood dragon shrunk little by little, turned into a magical dragon horse and landed in front of the ancient temple.

You finally came!

The smoke was accompanied by the breeze all the way up, before approaching, I heard a soft sound resounding in my ears, a vicissitudes old man sitting on the edge of the cliff cave spoke slowly.

Fang Xiu's figure slowly condensed with the smoke, and landed beside the cliff cave. From the smoke, he turned into a human figure, and a young man wearing a black and red master's robe sat opposite the vicissitudes of life 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 years had passed in this mountain and sea world, and Changde back then had already reached the limit of his life span and was getting old.

His body is covered with age spots, his skin is wrinkled like chicken skin, his face is old and his eyes are covered with white clouds, and his whole body is full of twilight and death.

However, he still held his breath and did not die, as if he was waiting for his arrival.

Chang De raised his head and looked at Fang Xiu. For a moment, those eyes covered with white clouds burst into endless divine light, which contained the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of this barren ancient mountain and the endless Milky Way.

It has been more than a hundred years since he replaced the mountain god of this barren ancient mountain with a human body, and his cultivation and divine power have reached the peak of the human world, just like Fang Xiu.

It's just that today this human body has reached its limit, and the spirit is about to go to the underworld to report, and the name of the god will be recorded in the book of life and death, and he will truly become the god of this barren ancient mountain.

It's just right for you to come. If you come one step earlier or one step later, I won't be able to fulfill my promise!

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

Fang Xiu and Chang De were sitting opposite each other on the edge of the snow-capped cliff. The vast mountains in the distance were undulating. Faint snowflakes fell on their shoulders and rolled from their robes: Are you waiting for me?

Chang De nodded slightly: Yes! I'm waiting for you, Fengdu!

You... are going to die! When Fang Xiu said this, there was no interrogative sentence, but an affirmative tone, but his voice was full of complex emotions such as sighs, sighs, and regrets.

No! I'm really going to become a desolate ancient god. Chang De told Fang Xiu indifferently, it was a pair of eyes full of seeing through life and death, and clearly seeing the world and humanity.

After I die, as a sacred mountain such as Huanggushan, I will also have a rank among the underworld, and my soul will go to the Yintian sub-city of the underworld to report!

At that time, the gate to the Underworld will be opened for me, and you can enter the Underworld with me, this is my promise to you at the beginning.

There was a chuckle on Changde's old face, and his eyes narrowed together: I finally returned your favor.

In this world! I, Changde, will never owe anyone any more!

Fang Xiu was suddenly speechless, his face lost for a while.

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

After spending more than a hundred years in the vast and endless world of mountains and seas, does he have any remorse in his heart, or does he have resentment towards him?

But seeing these eyes at this moment, and hearing him say the promise he owed to himself, Fang Xiu didn't know where to start for a moment.

Chang De didn't wait for Fang Xiu to speak, but asked, How is it? Next game?

Go?

Chess!

There was a chess box in Changde's sleeve. The wooden chess box and wooden stones did not have a luxurious and magical atmosphere, and even looked worn and worn out, but it made Fang Xiu feel the simplicity and innocence: The Go thing, If I really can’t play, chess still suits my appetite!”

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

It sounds lonely!

you do not say!

The two played chess on the bank of the cliff in this barren ancient mountain. Fang Xiu had no intention of making a game, while Chang De was talking about his life's ups and downs, as well as the magnificent stories of his life of more than a hundred years.

When he first entered the mountains and seas, he fell into a tribe on the border of the Pan country. He stayed in that tribe for several years, and then the barbarians who invaded from the north killed all the people in the tribe, and were taken to the north as a slave. After many twists and turns, he became the witch priest of a small tribe.

Rising from the bottom, wiped out all the former enemies, and finally stood at the peak of the northern wilderness. He gathered his faith and summoned the entire barbarian to search for the decree of the gods in the ancient mountain, and turned into a god on the ancient mountain to accept the worship of all living beings. .

In the story, there are endless killings, hatred, resentment, and joy and complacency. He has killed countless people, and he was also cursed to kill his wife and children.

He has tasted all the resentment and parting. He has been mortals, monsters, and kings, and finally turned into a desolate ancient god.

This road of longevity practice is far more difficult and painful than Chang De imagined. In the end, he seemed to have no idea what he was seeking and what he was cultivating.

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

well!

Halfway through the third game of chess, Changde held his pieces on the chessboard uncertainly, and finally with a sigh, the oil ran out and the lamp dried up.

The chess piece engraved with the cannon suddenly fell on the chessboard, and the bullet fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Chang De also closed his eyes.

Under the earth, blackness spread around Changde in an instant, like a black bottomless abyss appeared on the ground.

The gate of the underworld was opened, and the spirit of the desolate mountain god who had died in the reserve service went to the underworld, and his name was entered in the book of life and death. From then on, Changde was no longer a human being, but a god of earth.

A golden soul leaped out of Changde's body, like a beam of light reflected into the darkness, and plunged into the gloom.

Fang Xiu, who was sitting opposite, also closed his eyes. His body collapsed as if he had lost all his strength. A white figure stood up from his body, and then stepped into the black gate of hell. Inside, stepped into the underworld.