Clouds and mist suddenly rolled around the statue of the White Emperor.

Bang!

The tranquility at the empty Baidi Mountain was immediately broken.

Yuan Chen's right hand stopped five inches from the stone statue, and a layer of light curtain cut off Yuan Chen.

Yuanchen smiled jokingly, and he showed a helpless expression.

"You have seen it all, I have no spiritual power. I can't break the shield of the stone statue just by myself, let alone other things."

The statue of the White Emperor seemed to be stunned, and no more sounds came out.

"Prince Xiaoyuan, are you talking to me?"

The servant couldn't catch Yuan Chen's words.

"Ancestor Baidi, I admire you in prehistoric battle with evil demons outside the territory."

"Today, I, Yuanchen, came here to commemorate the heroes and inherit the spirit."

"Please accept my worship."

Yuan Chen will not really worship him, he is just pretending.

But in his heart, he really admired Baidi.

Baidi has always been what Yuan Chen wants to be.

Bypassing the statue of the White Emperor, the attendant led Yuan Chen to walk deeper into the clouds and mist.

The clouds are deep and there is no place to know, and birds and orcs are invincible. Looking back at the road to return, only the snow trail is left.

Yuanchen remembered a close friend. The place where he retired was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, so he was named Yunshen and I don’t know where he was.

And this poem was written affectionately on the day when he parted with Yuanchen.

After a while, the dust of the source walked out of the clouds and the servant retreated.

Yuanchen saw his unforgettable scene.

In the air, three peerless beauties danced gracefully.

As the long skirt danced, a breeze suddenly rose.

The clouds that have covered Baidi Mountain for many years have been driven up.

Bai Qingyu swayed her hair, and the clouds were driven by her, soaring towards a higher place.

"Blank clouds and Baidi Mountain are buried in immortality; in the snowy land, proud of the world, and fight through the heaven and earth; we are willing to follow you and fight against enemies from all directions."

The sacrificial singing is lively and light and full of vitality.

The priest's dance steps were wide open and wide, as if he was competing for his destiny with the heavens.

"The evil demons outside the domain invade the world, and you are stained with blood and face the foreign enemies alone; flowers bloom and fall right and wrong, and you and me will be remembered forever in three lifetimes."

The singing style suddenly changes, the dance steps remain the same, and there is a touch of redness between the world.

"Bloody cuts the sky, the evil technique attacks behind you, you buried yourself~"

A wisp of blood spurted out from Bai Qingyu's mouth, dyeing the clouds and the Baidi Mountain red.

Shenfang and Huaqian stepped forward and supported Bai Qingyu.

The entire sacrificial ceremony was dominated by Bai Qingyu, and she was under too much pressure.

Yuanchen ran forward, a little at a loss.

"Are you the high priest grandmother?" Yuan Chen rubbed his eyes, and when he saw Bai Qingyu's murderous eyes, he immediately changed his words, "It's the high priest sister."

Taking one's own body as an opportunity, interpret the old scenery of the past, communicate with the world, and worship the White Emperor.

Yuan Chen had never seen such a crazy sacrifice, nor had he seen such an obsessed believer.

"Is it worth it?" Yuan Chen murmured, "No matter how great Lord Baidi is, he has passed away. Shouldn't those who survive after surviving be cherished more?"

"You are still young, so it's normal for you to not understand some things."

"But in the future, you will be my heir, and all these things will be left to you."

Yuan Chen shivered and shivered.

He is a seven-foot man, wearing a skirt, singing and dancing, just for a man?

"Don't you?"

Bai Qingyu saw that Yuanchen's face was pale and her face was dark.

"I have not had much time. Do you even refuse the request of a dying person?"

Yuanchen looked at Bai Qingyu, and the face that suffocated all men was loneliness and regret.

Yuan Chen still said nothing.

"I originally planned to pass on the position of the High Priest of Xue Village and the Head of the White Emperor Priest to you, and at the same time, I hand over the Beiling Order to you the Beiling Order to you the Beiling School entrance quota."

After hearing this, Yuanchen's eyes lit up.

"The head of the White Emperor Priest is responsible for keeping the White Emperor Order."

Bai Qingyu added another sentence, and she seemed to see that there seemed to be a burst of colorful gems in Yuan Chen's eyes.

"Okay, sister of the High Priest, I agree."

Bai Qingyu directly gave Bai Di Order to Yuan Chen, and at the same time handed over the Bei Ling Order to him.

Even Bai Qingyu didn't know why she trusted the twelve-year-old boy in front of her so much.

At noon, the top of Baidi Mountain is within a clear view.

More than ten feet, the sea of ​​clouds surging.

The face of the White Emperor statue is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds and cannot be seen by the people of Xue Village, Shen Village, and Hua Village.

Yuan Chen had to sigh that even if hundreds of people gathered on the top of Baidi Mountain, it would not be crowded.

Bai Qingyu changed back to her old look and passed her seat to Yuan Chen in public.

"Grandpa, Brother Yuanchen is so great. He has become the high priest of our village and the head of the White Emperor priest."

Bai Duoduo jumped around excitedly, as if she was the one who accepted the inheritance.

"This brat..."

Bai Yongyi smiled unconsciously, and a sense of pride arose.

Bai Qingyu looked at everyone, her worries remained undiminished.

"Are you hope, my hope, Xuecun's hope, or the hope of the entire Baidi Mountains."

As the sun sets, all villages have already returned to their homes.

The stone statue array opened, guarding the snow village.

The cold wave was coming, more violent than last night.

Yuan Chen lay in the ruined temple of Xuecun, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

After dusk and before dawn, it is the quietest time in Snow Village.

But tonight, the snow village was particularly quiet.

Yuanchen sorted out his memories before he was reborn and suddenly found that his memories before he was seven years old were blank.

After taking out the Beiling Order, Yuan Chen decided to go to Beiling Academy to practice first. He knew that there were many geniuses who would shock the future.

Yuan Chen was inexplicably worried. According to Guzha's records, he made the Lock Fairy Ring separate and grow larger, one hanging above Yuan Chen's head and the other encircled Yuan Chen's feet.

The golden ring locks the ground, the silver ring locks the sky.

The Immortal Locking Array is formed!

Suddenly, Yuanchen only felt a red light sweeping across, and both the ground and the ruined temple were shattered.

Yuan Chen was shocked. If he hadn't felt it in advance, he would have turned into blood under the red light just now.

"A ants are just ants after all, and Yuling Realm is just a slightly larger ants."

"You should die, kill my tribe members in vain, I want you to pay your life!"

"Yuyou, do you have a pretty temper? Such a beautiful woman who lives in such a small mountain village will not waste the gifts given to you by God."

A loud voice came from afar, and Yuanchen's heart tightened.

He wanted to rush out, but forgot how to open the Immortal Lock Formation.

Even if Yuan Chen and Lock Fairy Huan are in tune with each other, they cannot break the Lock Fairy Array.

"Even if I die, I will not surrender!"

Boom!

With a loud bang, two lines of blood and tears, three-point instructor, he died in his own body.
To be continued...