The very center of Wanyao City is a group of ancient buildings covering an extremely large area.

Members of the Alliance Council work on weekdays in the outer buildings of this ancient building complex.

It is said that there is only one race living in this ancient building complex, and that is the shaman race that can communicate with the spirits of the ancestors - the Linghu tribe.

Ding Ning specifically asked about the location of the Holy Mountain of Kong Lei. According to her, this ancient building is actually at the entrance of the Holy Mountain.

It is generally believed that the ancestral mausoleum at the deepest part of the ancient building is the only way to enter the Holy Mountain. It is regarded as a forbidden area by the demon clan, and only the actual controllers of the Ten Thousand Demon City are eligible to enter.

But Kong Lei told him that strictly speaking, entering the Holy Mountain from the ancestral mausoleum is only a relatively safe passage.

In fact, there is far more than one passage into the Holy Mountain. In order to find the Five Elements Spirit for her, the Peacock Tribe accidentally discovered three secret passages leading to the Holy Mountain.

It's just that these three passages are full of all kinds of terrifying murderous intentions, and the Peacock Tribe barely managed to open one of them at the expense of countless strong men's lives.

Kong Lei sneaked into the Holy Mountain quietly through that passage under the protection of the strong men of the Peacock Tribe, and obtained the Five Elements Spirit and half of the Charm Dao Fruit.

What makes Kong Lei regretful is that the passage cannot go directly to the deepest part of the holy mountain, and there is no way to reach the end.

Ding Ning didn't understand this. Since it was a holy mountain, how could there be no way?

Kong Lei showed her lingering fear and told him that only when you get there will you know the horror. The end of the road is gray and chaotic, just like the end of the road to heaven. If you forcefully pass through, you will be torn apart by the cracks in the space that appear out of thin air.

fragments.

Ding Ning's face was calm, but he was secretly wondering in his heart whether it was really the end of the road or whether it was the chaotic remnant formation causing chaos.

According to Kong Lei's description, he had an incredibly bold idea, wondering whether that passage might be an incomplete avenue that manifested itself after the death of an ancient great power, rather than a real avenue.

The real space that exists, otherwise, how could the road be broken.

Not only that Tao, he even suspected that even the Holy Mountain was actually condensed from the sources of Tao after the death of countless powerful people, and this possibility was extremely high.

His speculation was not groundless, because no one knew how and when the Holy Mountain appeared. It was as if it appeared out of thin air, without warning or record, as if it had existed since ancient times.

It seems that no one can tell clearly where the Holy Mountain is.

It can't be seen or touched. Only when you enter it will you suddenly realize that you are already in the holy mountain. It gives people a sense of mystery that they don't know the true face of Mount Lu, but just because they are in this mountain. People can't help but think about it.

Make wild guesses.

Ding Ning only came up with this idea recently. Everyone knows that the Holy Mountain is in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, and he also knows that the way to enter is the ancestral tomb. However, no matter how he explores with his spiritual sense, after penetrating the tomb, his spiritual sense

There is a chaotic void in the middle, and it is impossible to get a glimpse of the true face of the Holy Mountain.

There were no signs of space fluctuations or formations. The Holy Mountain could not be in another space, so Ding Ning boldly made the above speculation.

The day before the wedding, after fasting, bathing and changing clothes in advance, Ding Ning wore a golden leather coat with a retro style, and was covered with various animal tooth carvings. Surrounded by the mighty children of the Winged Tribe, Ding Ning wore white sacrificial clothes.

The great shaman of the Fox Clan walked slowly and entered this ancient building.

Along the way, Ding Ning looked solemn, ignoring the frequent glances from Peng Tianjie, who was also traveling in a dress not far away. His consciousness turned into thousands of thin lines, exploring this ancient and mysterious place.

The building complex is composed of ancient and magnificent palaces, adhering to the consistent rough style of the Yao clan. The top of the palace is a hundred feet high from the ground, making people feel insignificant when walking in it.

Thick stone pillars, the blue-gray roof of the palace, and the surrounding walls are densely carved with countless patterns of exotic animals, flowers, birds, fish, and insects, plus mysterious and primitive symbols, forming a world composed of totems.

What makes Ding Ning regretful is that these totems have obviously lost their due power under the erosion of time. The energy released by a few incomplete totems can only enable the palace complex to survive the erosion of time.

The history of the demon clan is far older and longer than that of humans, and some of the mysteries of the world can even be found from those primitive totem marks.

What a pity.

Ding Ning sighed secretly in his heart. This ancient totem palace complex almost runs through the entire history of the development of the demon clan. If it can be preserved intact, it will be of extremely valuable and significant significance for studying the origin of the entire world. "Open the altar!"

Following the long-pitched shouts of the great shaman of the Fox clan, Ding Ning and others finally passed through the entire palace complex and arrived at the ancestral mausoleum of the Monster clan.

Looking up, this is an ancient Tallinn-style mausoleum that covers an extremely large area and can be seen as far as the eye can see. In the distance, there are rows of ancient stone towers carved with various birds and animals, exuding a strong or weak coercion.

It makes people feel solemn and awe-inspiring.

The team stopped in a square paved with bluestone slabs. At the entrance of the mausoleum, there was a huge altar. After the big shaman shouted, he knelt down tremblingly in front of the altar, waiting for the other shamans.

arrival.

The Winged Tribe was the first to arrive, and not long after, the Peacock Tribe, Nine-tailed Bird Tribe, Medusa Tribe, Crane Tribe and other races with girls waiting to be married filed in.

Zi Que'er, Hua Que'er, He Ling, Bai Xun'er, Kong Lei and other girls all dressed up to attend, standing at the forefront surrounded by their respective tribesmen.

Everyone looked pious and solemn as they watched the Fox Clan shamans and the Great Shaman dressed in snow-white sacrificial robes gather together and bow down to the altar, then stood up and stood with their hands tied, while someone else brought fresh fruits and meat to them.

Fine wine and other tributes were placed on the altar.

Afterwards, a group of fox tribe shamans held hands, chanted obscure and ancient languages, and danced an ancient dance in front of the altar. The dance had no sense of beauty, but looked a bit like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Ding Ning couldn't help laughing, and almost burst out laughing. Why did he feel that these shamans were like the dancing masters in the countryside, with their buttocks twisting and tutting, absolutely full of joy.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore. The ancient altar seemed to have spirituality. It seemed to be aware of his disrespect, and it actually emitted a vague spiritual consciousness to lock him tightly.

Ding Ning's smile froze on his face and gradually faded away. He felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. A chill shot up his spine, making his scalp tremble and his hair stand on end.

The intense life-and-death crisis made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. His muscles all over his body tensed instantly, and his consciousness gathered crazily to prepare to defend the sea of ​​consciousness. However, the unstoppable fear spread crazily in his heart, and there was no way he could resist this divine power.

The confidence to attack.

Fortunately, this spiritual consciousness seemed to be just a warning that he thought he was being disrespectful. After his smile faded, he quickly retracted it. The alarm was lifted, and Ding Ning's legs became weak as if he was exhausted, and he felt that he was walking before the gate of hell.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by, and the coolness made him shiver uncontrollably. Then he was surprised to realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Ding Ning was so frightened that she no longer dared to slack off. With a solemn and dignified face, she watched the Fox Clan shamans' ridiculous dance of demons without squinting.

Gradually, Ding Ning's mind was gradually attracted by the dance of the great shaman of the Fox clan. The seemingly funny jumping around was actually full of unique rhythm and beauty. In the end, it was faintly integrated with the heaven and earth.

, a vivid picture slowly opened before his eyes.

A majestic giant mountain exuding a trace of Taoism came through the void. It kept jumping and dancing with the dance steps of the Fox Clan shamans, and slowly became solid. It fell on the ground and merged with half of the illusory mountain.

.

This is...a holy mountain, or a holy mountain that has become a spirit.

A flash of lightning flashed across Ding Ning's mind, and a sudden realization came to him. However, a turmoil arose in his heart, and his eyes as he looked at the altar were filled with unabashed horror.

This altar was actually made by the soul of the Holy Mountain. Only with the dance of the Fox Shaman and ancient spells can the complete Holy Mountain be summoned from the void space.

Countless doubts in her heart were also solved. No wonder Kong Lei couldn't know where the Holy Mountain was without mentioning the ancestral mausoleum. No wonder she had no way to go until she reached the middle of the Tao. No wonder the Tao Fruit had been discovered occasionally over the years.

They are all incomplete existences...

It turns out that the legendary holy mountain evolved from countless Tao origins, between illusion and reality. The void behind the ancestral mausoleum only has incomplete Tao origins, while the other half of the Tao origins are hidden in the void.

Among them, only the fox shaman can summon it through his peculiar dance steps to form a complete and truly holy mountain.

Ding Ning's pupils flashed with strange purple light, his eyes seemed to be staring at the holy mountain through the void, and his breathing became heavy and rapid.

Because he discovered that the illusory and hazy holy mountain was clearly visible in his eyes at the moment of fusion, and there seemed to be no secrets at all.

He saw that the scroll slowly unfolded, and the colorful Tao fruits produced Tao fruits covered with strange Tao patterns randomly distributed throughout the Holy Mountain; countless decaying bones felt the resurrection of the Holy Mountain and were filled with vitality.

From the depths of the ground, it stretches out tremblingly like it covers the sky and the sun.

The terrifying bone claws grasp greedily at the Dao Fruit that exudes silky charm; deep in the Holy Mountain, obscure formations flash continuously, and the terrifying murderous intention suppresses the eternity, causing the terrifying bones that dare to stretch out their claws to emit shrill and tragic sounds.

Screaming; deeper, there is a palpitating atmosphere of terror...

The merging speed of the Holy Mountain was very fast. Before Ding Ning had time to see the deeper secrets clearly, the illusory mountains were completely fused together and turned into a solid Holy Mountain. All kinds of terrible scenes also disappeared, making him sigh.

Still, if he could be given a little more time, maybe he would be able to see through the true secret of the Holy Mountain, or at worst, find a safe path to the deepest part of the Holy Mountain.

Of course, there is no absolutely safe path in the Holy Mountain. For him, being able to avoid those terrifying rotting corpses is a relatively safe path. Although it was only for a moment, it allowed him to glimpse the general path around the Holy Mountain. However,

The biggest threat lay in the deepest part of the Holy Mountain, where the fog was thick and filled with chilling terror, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

The altar is the spirit of the holy mountain. Perhaps, through it, the true face of the holy mountain can be reproduced.

However, this altar was so powerful that it was just a trivial warning to his consciousness, leaving him unable to resist. How could he communicate with it and gain its approval?

Ding Ning's eyes fell on the altar for a long time. The altar was like a dead object, without any reaction, as if the powerful consciousness just now did not come from it at all.
Chapter completed!