I have a promise with the beauty

"The ambition of beauty."

The spider groaned, then spit out its silk, and slowly landed in front of Yang Qingshan. At this time, Yang Qingshan realized that this spider was not ordinary, as big as a small mountain, but with a flash of eerie light, it actually appeared.

A little old man, less than one meter tall, with a hunched back, skinny as a stick, and a round crystal ball in his skeletal hands. His whole body was not only terrifying and sinister, but also had a rustic atmosphere.

"Country flavor?" Yang Qingshan stared at the hunchbacked old man in front of him a little strangely: "Ancient tribe!?"

"Young man, do you have any doubts in your mind?" The hunchbacked old man smiled coldly, holding the crystal ball in his hand, turned around, walked little by little towards the throne deep in the hall, stood in front of the throne, stared at the throne, and

He did not sit on it, but asked after a long time: "Do you know whose throne this throne belongs to?"

"Not yours?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"You can say that." The hunchbacked old man smiled sadly, turned around, still not sitting on the throne, and a pair of cold and gloomy eyes suddenly burst out with a light full of wisdom: "This throne was given to me by Shennong. He said

If I was asked to do it for a few years, it would last for a million years."

"Shennong is a liar." Yang Qingshan felt deeply that the hunchbacked old man had been deceived, so he blurted out in relief. After finishing the sentence, he was a little scared. If the hunchbacked old man was still a loyal fan of Shennong, he would definitely be cut into pieces by thousands of horses.

"Yes, he is a liar."

Yang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded silently.

"This throne can keep me young forever and replenish my energy once in a million years. However, I only did it for more than a hundred years before I realized that this tomb is a huge conspiracy, one that lures outsiders to risk their lives and risk their lives inside.

Steal the secret treasure here and let more people become sacrifices here."

"I also saw the Shennong family's conspiracy." Yang Qingshan said empathetically.

"That's why you want to escape Hongyan's control and get caught on purpose? Yang Qingshan's clone." The hunchbacked old man said.

"Haha, it was seen." Yang Qingshan smiled sheepishly, stared at the crystal ball and said: "Are you the high priest of the ancient tribe?"

"Yes, I am the highest ruler in the Five Elements Tribe. It's just a pity that Shennong sent the Five Elements Tribe to the underworld, and I became a lonely old man. Here I spent millions of years dancing with the undead in the Conferred Gods War. I

I will become an undead. Fortunately, my crystal ball is still there. It reminds me all the time that I am still alive and I still have one day to leave here." The old man with a hunchback said happily holding the crystal ball.

"Then we have a lot to talk about. I don't know what your plans are for me. Kill me? Let me go? Or... cooperate." Yang Qingshan asked nervously.

"What's the use of killing you? What's the use of letting you go? What's the use of cooperation? Give me a reason." The old man with a hunchback said.

"There's no point in killing me, I'm just a pawn of Hongyan. There's no point in letting me go. I don't want to leave Tiger, even if you are a ninth-level Yuanxian, I will stay here and not leave. As for cooperation, it's because I belong to the Shennong clan.

Heir."

"Successor?" The eyes of the hunchbacked old man were not only full of wisdom, but also filled with a sense of revenge-like madness. However, the moment Yang Qingshan was worried, he recovered and only gave Yang Qingshan a few words.

: "What's the use of being a successor? The Shenlong Sect was so powerful back then, but it was brought to the ninth floor by the Shennong clan overnight and became the most powerful burial object here. You should have seen those demons,

Are there still four dragon kings?"

"I've seen them before, what? They were all disciples of the Shenlong Sect?" Yang Qingshan said in shock.

"No, he is an outer disciple."

Yang Qingshan rolled his eyes and almost vomited blood. The cruelty of the Shennong clan has once again increased to the point where humans and gods are angry. The outer disciples of the Shenlong Sect are all powerful men like the Four Dragon Kings and Heavenly Demons. What about the disciples of the Shenlong Sect? They are probably powerful.

To explode.

"You know, you can only become a sacrifice here, and there is no possibility of anyone asking you, but..." The hunchbacked old man lowered his head and looked at his crystal ball: "You can escape, because you

He is the successor of that bastard Shennong."

No one is happy to be called a bastard, but Yang Qingshan is very happy, because Shennong buried a powerful sect alive for a woman, and left various clues for outsiders to rob the tomb, and they all ended up here.

Sacrifice.

"How to escape?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"We need to find the coffin of Empress Nuwa first," said the hunchbacked old man.

"Coffin? Hongyan knows it, but in the end it's not going to be plotted against, no." Yang Qingshan shook his head and said.

"So, you want to cooperate with me and escape together? Sorry, my people are all in the underworld and are probably dead. What's the point of me going out?" the hunchbacked old man said melancholy.

"What's the use? What's the use!" Yang Qingshan looked contemptuous. The old man in front of him was the kind of person who had no confidence in life, so he said directly: "They are in my world, follow me."

Bang...

The round and beautiful crystal ball fell to the ground. The hunchbacked old man looked at Yang Qingshan dumbfounded, as if surprised, then confused, and finally relieved.

"You are the successor of the Shennong clan. No matter how you practice in your world, you will enter a state close to Dzogchen when you reach Yuanxian. The five tribes should not be crowded in your world, but... are they all alive?

"

"There are three million indigenous people alive in Qingfeng Tribe, Luoshui Tribe, King Kong Tribe, Earth Furnace Tribe, and Flame Tribe." Yang Qingshan said: "Is it enough for you to use your strength?"

"Three million? How much? That was less than half a million when I was the high priest."

"Five hundred thousand? What era are you in?" Yang Qingshan said with disgust.

"Three million, how powerful this is." The hunchbacked old man said excitedly: "Hope, there is hope, there is great hope. I have three million tribesmen, I am enough to fight against the demi-gods."

, Haha, sub-god level."

"Demigod level? Is there a subgod level here?" Yang Qingshan said in surprise.

"Of course, how can the coffin of Empress Nuwa just be hidden? Of course it is protected by strong men, demi-god beasts, and the last blood unicorn." The hunchbacked old man said seriously.

"Blood Kirin? I have one too. I have an army." Yang Qingshan said calmly.

The hunchbacked old man was about to pick up the crystal ball on the ground, but when he heard Yang Qingshan's words, he was stunned again, opened his mouth and said: "Is it so crazy outside?"

"It's been a million years. Do you know how the world would have developed without a war that affected the entire star field in a million years? It's developing so fast that you can't even imagine it. Blood unicorns are all sold on the street."

At this time, Yang Qingshan looked at the hunchbacked old man with a look of sympathy. He was a million-year-old antique. He had been out of touch with the times for so long that he didn't even know the development outside. He was pitiful and pitiful.

The hunchbacked old man stood up holding the crystal ball with a pained face, and asked with a grimace: "I am willing to cooperate with you, but my strength is not at level nine. You see me at level nine because I hold it back. In fact, I have already

I am about to die, my life span is about to end, and my strength is only that of a fifth-level Yuanxian."

"Fifth level Yuan Immortal." Yang Qingshan said depressedly: "Then you were still pretending to be intimidating at the beginning, go, enter my world, meet your tribe first, and we will talk about the rest later."

The old man with a hunchback nodded, released a gloomy aura, sealed the entire hall, and entered Yang Qingshan's world with Yang Qingshan. Yang Qingshan once again despised the old man with a hunchback. This old man really has no worldliness at all, just a little bit.

It’s just a huge world, so colorful. Are you so surprised?

The hunchbacked old man looked at Yang Qingshan's world with tears. The wonderful scenes were like the fairyland he had entered. Just like when he entered the world of Shennong, there was a main world in the middle, followed by the auxiliary world of the five elements.

, as well as the breath of death and life, and more importantly, the hunchbacked old man also felt the rich power of faith.

"Well? That's..." The hunchbacked old man looked up at the sky. Although there was no sun in the sky, a drop of water made the hunchbacked old man open his eyes wide: "The prototype of the godhead."

"Yes, how about the prototype of the godhead? From your perspective, when can I become a god?" Yang Qingshan asked lazily.

"Within a hundred years." said the hunchbacked old man.

"Oh? Why?" Yang Qingshan asked in surprise.

"When I met Shennong, he was not yet a god. When he invited me into his world, it was exactly the same as here. The prototype of the godhead in the sky was also the same. A hundred years later, he became the third god who practiced on his own. You

He also has such talent, believe me."

"I believe it." Yang Qingshan nodded silently and said.

Everyone was used to Yang Qingshan returning to his own world. Of course, it did not cause cheers from the girls. They continued to do their own things, but the people of the five tribes sensed the aura of the hunchbacked old man. This was a familiar aura to them.

Apart from the ordinary clan members, only the five clan leaders knew the meaning of this aura, so Yang Qingshan just waited for a short while before the five clan leaders appeared in front of him. They bowed first, and then looked at the hunchbacked old man dumbfounded.

"Are you... the high priest?" The leader of the Flame Clan is the leader, so he naturally asked proactively.

"Yes. After a million years, I finally met my tribe. I..." the hunchbacked old man said excitedly, "I'm very happy."

Yang Qingshan smiled beside him, not disturbing these people's reminiscing about the past, and flew to the side to look at the scenery of this world.

"What generation are you from?"

"The sixth generation is very old." The hunchbacked old man said while stroking his beard.

"Ancestors." The five clan chiefs cried and knelt down at the same time, telling the story of the tribe's hard life.

"Haha, get up, get up, take me to see your tribe." The hunchbacked old man said with a smile, seeming to feel a little weird, and quickly looked at Yang Qingshan.

"Go, take a look at the Golden Hall. Maybe you can make some contributions to me, so I can let you stay. I don't keep useless people here." Yang Qingshan waved his hand and said.