Medical Sovereign

The very center of Wan Yao City is a group of ancient buildings covering a huge area.

The members of the Alliance Parliament work on weekdays, and they are in the outskirts 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 clan who can communicate with the ancestors of the Holy Spirit - the Spirit Fox clan.

Ding Ning specifically asked about the location of Kong Lei's holy mountain. According to her, this ancient building is actually at the entrance of the holy mountain.

It is generally believed that the ancestral tomb in the deepest part of the ancient building is the only way to enter the holy mountain, which is regarded as a forbidden area by the monster race, and only the actual controllers of the Wan Yao 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 more than one way to enter the holy mountain. In order to find the spirit of the five elements for her, the peacock tribe accidentally discovered three secret ways to the holy mountain.

It's just that these three passages are full of all kinds of terrifying murderous intentions, and the Peacock Clan paid the lives of countless strong men to barely get through one of them.

At the beginning, Kong Lei sneaked into the holy mountain through that passage under the protection of the powerful peacock clan, and obtained the spirit of the five elements and half of the enchanting dao fruit.

What makes Kong Lei regret is that the passage can't go directly to the deepest part of the holy mountain, and there is no way to go to the end.

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

Kong Lei showed a look of lingering fear, and told him that only when he got there would he know the horror. The end of the road was gray and chaotic like the end of the heavenly road. debris.

Ding Ning kept his face calm, but he was thinking in his heart, wondering whether it was really the end of the road, or the chaotic remnants were making trouble.

According to Kong Lei's description, he came up with an unbelievably bold idea, wondering whether that passage might be an incomplete avenue that was manifested after the fall of a certain ancient power and the source of the avenue in his body, rather than the real one. The real space that exists, otherwise, how could it be broken.

Not only that way, he even suspects that even the holy mountain is actually the condensed source of the way after the death of countless great powers, and this possibility is extremely high.

It is not whimsical and groundless for him to make such a guess, because no one knows exactly how and when the holy mountain appeared. It seems to have been born out of thin air, without warning, without record, as if it existed from ancient times It seems that no one can tell where the holy mountain is.

Invisible and intangible, only when you enter it, you will suddenly realize that you are already in the holy mountain, giving people a sense of ignorance of the true face of Lushan Mountain, only because of the mystery of being in this mountain, people can't help but think about it, Add speculation.

Ding Ning also came up with this kind of idea recently. Everyone knows that the holy mountain is in the city of demons, and he also knows that the way to enter is the ancestral tomb. In the center is a chaotic land of nothingness, and it is impossible to get a glimpse of the true face of the holy mountain.

There is no sign of space fluctuations, and there is no trace of the formation. It is impossible for the holy mountain to be in another space. Therefore, 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 jacket with a retro style, covered with various animal tooth carvings. The great shaman of the fox tribe in the robe walked slowly and entered the ancient building.

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

The building complex is composed of ancient and magnificent palaces, adhering to the usual rough style of the Yaozu. The top of the palace is a hundred feet high from the ground, and people walk in it and feel their own smallness.

The thick stone pillars, the blue-gray roof and the surrounding walls are densely carved with countless patterns of rare animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects, plus mysterious and primitive symbols one by one, forming a world made up of totems.

To Ding Ning's regret, these totems have obviously lost their due power under the erosion of time, and the energy released by a few incomplete totems can only make this palace complex survive the erosion of time.

The history of the Yaozu is far older and longer than that of humans, and they can even find some mysteries of the world's composition from those original totem marks.

What a pity.

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

Following the long-pitched shout of the Great Shaman of the Fox Clan, Ding Ning and the others finally passed through the entire palace complex and arrived at the ancestral tomb of the Monster Clan.

Looking up, this is an ancient Tallinn-style mausoleum that covers a vast area and can't be seen at a glance. In the distance, there are row upon row of ancient stone towers carved with various birds and beasts, exuding a mighty or weak coercion. It makes people feel a sense of awe.

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

The Winged Humans were the first to arrive. Not long after, Peacocks, Nine-Tailed Sparrows, Medusas, Cranes and other races with women to marry entered one after another.

Zi Que'er, Hua Que'er, He Ling, Bai Xun'er, Kong Lei and other women all attended in full dress, surrounded by their respective clansmen and stood at the forefront.

Everyone looked pious and solemn, watching the fox shamans and the great shaman in snow-white sacrificial robes gather together and kneel down to the altar, then stood up and stood with their hands tied. Tributes such as wine are placed on the altar.

Afterwards, a group of fox shamans held hands, chanting words, chanting obscure and ancient languages, and dancing an ancient dance in front of the altar. The dance was not aesthetically pleasing, but rather 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 looked like the great dancers in the country, their buttocks twisted, tsk tsk, they were definitely full of joy.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore. The ancient altar seemed to have a spirituality, and seemed to have sensed his disrespect, and even emitted a faint divine sense to lock him firmly.

Ding Ning's stiff smile gradually faded away on his face, and he felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient beast. A chill ran down his spine straight to Tianling, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end.

The thick life-and-death crisis made him feel like he was facing an enemy, his muscles tensed instantly, and his spiritual consciousness frantically gathered to prepare to defend the sea of ​​consciousness, but the irresistible fear spread wildly in his heart, and there was nothing that could resist this god. Confidence in knowing the attack.

Fortunately, this divine sense seemed to only feel that he was disrespectful and issued a warning. After his smile subsided, he quickly withdrew it. When the alarm was lifted, Ding Ning's legs were weak as if he had collapsed, and he felt that he was leaving before the gate of hell. Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by, and the coolness made him shiver uncontrollably, and then he realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

Ding Ning was terrified in his heart and never dared to slack off. With a solemn and dignified face, he watched the ridiculous dance of demons by the fox shamans without squinting.

Gradually, all of Ding Ning's attention was gradually attracted by the dance of the Great Shaman of the Fox Clan. The seemingly ridiculous jumping and jumping was actually full of unique rhythm and beauty. In the end, he faintly merged with the heaven and the earth , slowly opened a vivid picture in front of his eyes.

A majestic giant mountain exuding a silky Taoist rhythm came through the void. Following the dance steps of the fox shamans, it slowly became solid and fell on the ground to merge with the half-illusory mountain body. .

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

It was as if a flash of lightning had flashed across Ding Ning's mind, and a sudden understanding came to him, but a turbulent wave arose in his heart, and his eyes towards the altar were filled with undisguised horror.

This altar was actually made of 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.

The countless doubts in her heart were also easily resolved. No wonder Kong Lei couldn't know where the holy mountain was when she couldn't tell the ancestral mausoleum. They are all incomplete...

It turns out that the holy mountain in the legend evolved from countless sources of Taoism, between illusion and reality. The nothingness behind the ancestral mausoleum has only the incomplete source of Taoism, while the other half of the source of Taoism is hidden in nothingness. Among them, only the shaman of the fox family can summon it through the peculiar dance steps to form a complete and real holy mountain.

Ding Ning's pupils flickered with strange purple awns, his gaze seemed to be fixed on the holy mountain through the void, and his breathing became heavy and rapid.

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

He saw that the picture scroll was slowly unfolding, and the Dao fruits with strange Dao patterns were produced from one after another, and Dao fruits covered with strange Dao patterns were randomly distributed all over the holy mountain; countless decayed bones felt the revival of the holy mountain and glowed with vitality. From the depths of the ground tremblingly stretch out terrifying bone claws that cover the sky and cover the sun, greedily grabbing the Dao fruit that is overflowing with Dao rhyme; deep in the holy mountain, obscure formations are constantly flashing, terrifying murder Suppressing the ages, the horrible bones that dared to stretch out their claws screamed pitifully; deeper down, there was a palpitating horror...

The speed of the fusion of the holy mountain was very fast. Before Ding Ning had time to see the deeper secrets, the illusory mountain was completely fused together and turned into a solid holy mountain. All kinds of terrifying scenes also disappeared, making him sigh No way, if he could be given a little more time, maybe he would be able to see through the real secret of the Holy Mountain, and at worst, he could also 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 horrible carrion corpses is a relatively safe path. Although it is only for a moment, it allows him to spy on the approximate path around the holy mountain. However, The greatest threat lies in the deepest part of the holy mountain, filled with thick fog, and there is a chilling horror inside, which makes him unable 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.

It's just that this altar is so powerful and frightening, it's just an insignificant warning consciousness, which makes him unable to resist, how can he communicate with it and gain its approval?

Ding Ning's eyes fell on the altar and did not move for a long time. The altar was like a dead object, without any reaction, as if the powerful consciousness just now was not issued by it at all.

Ding Ning thought hard about how to communicate with the altar in a friendly manner, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't think of a perfect solution.