Chapter 1193

The center of Wanyao city is an ancient architectural complex covering an extremely wide area.

Members of the Union parliament usually work in the peripheral buildings of this ancient building complex.

It is said that there is only one race living in this ancient architectural complex, that is, the shaman people - Linghu people, who can communicate with the Holy Spirit of their ancestors.

Ding Ning specially asked Kong Lei where the holy mountain is. According to her, this ancient building is actually at the entrance of the holy mountain.

It is generally believed that the tomb of the ancestors in the deepest part of the ancient buildings is the only way to enter the holy mountain. It is regarded as a forbidden area by the demon family, and only the actual controller of the 10000 demon city is qualified to enter.

But Kong Lei told him that strictly speaking, entering the holy mountain from Zuling is only a relatively safe passage.

In fact, there is far more than one channel to enter the holy mountain. In order to find the spirit of the five elements for her, the peacock family accidentally found three secret channels to the holy mountain.

However, these three channels are full of all kinds of terrorist killing opportunities. The peacock family also paid the lives of countless strong people before they managed to get through one of them.

Under the protection of the powerful peacock family, Kong Lei quietly sneaked into the holy mountain through that channel and obtained the spirit of the five elements and half a charm fruit.

It's just a pity for Kong Lei that the channel can't reach the deepest part of the holy mountain. There's no way at the end.

Ding Ning doesn't understand this. Since it's a holy mountain, how can there be no way?

Kong Lei showed a lingering fear and told him that only when he got there did he know the horror. The end of the road was gray, like the end of the heavenly road. If he forced his way through, he would be torn to pieces by the space cracks that appeared out of thin air.

Ding Ning was calm on his face, but he was secretly wondering whether it was the end of the road or the chaotic remnant array.

According to Kong Lei's description, he came up with an unimaginable and bold idea. He wondered whether the channel would be an incomplete avenue that appeared due to the concretization of the origin of the avenue in his body, rather than a real real space. Otherwise, how could it be broken.

Not only the Tao, he even suspected that even the holy mountain was actually condensed by countless Tao sources after Da Neng's death, and this possibility is great.

His guess is not groundless, because no one knows how and when the holy mountain appeared. It was born out of thin air, without warning and record, as if it existed forever. No one can tell where the holy mountain is.

You can't see or touch it. You can't wake up until you enter it. You're already in the holy mountain. It gives people a sense of mystery that you don't know the true face of Lushan. People can't help but fantasize and speculate.

Ding Ning only recently came up with this idea. It is well known that the holy mountain is in the ten thousand demon city. He also knows that the way to enter is the ancestral mausoleum. He can let him explore the divine consciousness. After penetrating the mausoleum, the divine consciousness is a chaotic nothingness, and he can't see the true face of the holy mountain at all.

There was no sign of spatial fluctuation and no trace of array. The holy mountain could not 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 coat with a retro style and was covered with various animal tooth carvings. Surrounded by the vast children of the winged people, he walked slowly with the fox shaman wearing a white sacrificial robe and entered this ancient building.

Along the way, Ding Ning's face was solemn, ignoring the autumn eyes frequently sent by Peng Tianjie, who was also dressed up for travel not far away, and his divine knowledge turned into thousands of fine lines as fine as hairspring, exploring this ancient and mysterious place.

The building complex is composed of ancient and magnificent palaces, adhering to the rough style of the demon family. The top of the hall is 100 feet high from the ground, which makes people feel small when walking in it,

The thick stone pillars, the green gray ceiling and the surrounding walls are densely carved with countless patterns of rare animals, flowers, birds, fish and insects, plus mysterious and primitive symbols to form a world composed of totems.

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

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

What a pity.

Ding Ning sighed in his heart that this ancient totem palace group almost runs through the development history of the whole demon family. If it can be preserved completely, it will be of extremely valuable and great significance to study the origin of the whole world. "Open the altar!"

With the long tone of the great shaman of the Fox family, Ding Ning and others finally passed through the whole palace group and came to the ancestral Mausoleum of the demon family.

Looking up, this is a Tallinn style ancient mausoleum that covers an extremely wide area and can't be seen at a glance. In the distance, there are rows of ancient stone towers carved with all kinds of birds and animals, scattered with strong or weak vast authority, which makes people feel solemn.

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 down in front of the altar and waited for the arrival of other shamans.

The winged people were the first to arrive. Soon, peacock, Nine Tailed Finch, Medusa, crane and other ethnic groups with women to marry poured in.

Purple Finch, flower Finch, Heling, Bai xun'er, Kong Lei and other women all dressed up and stood at the forefront surrounded by their own ethnic groups.

Everyone looked pious and solemn, watching the fox shamans and the big shamans in snow-white sacrificial robes gather together, kneeling down to the altar, then stood up and stood with their hands tied, and another special person successively brought fresh fruits, meat, wine and other tributes on the altar.

Then, a group of fox shamans held hands, chanted words in their mouths, recited obscure and ancient language, and danced an ancient dance in front of the altar. The dance was not aesthetic, but it was like a group of demons.

Ding Ning couldn't help laughing. He almost didn't laugh. How did he feel that these shamans were like the God woman who danced the great God in the countryside? His ass twisted, tut Tut, absolutely full of joy.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh. The ancient altar seemed to have spirit. It seemed to be aware of his disrespect, and even sent out an obscure divine sense to lock him.

Ding Ning's smile was stiff and faded gradually on his face. He felt as if he had been stared at by ancient fierce beasts. A chill rushed straight to the spirit along his spine, making his scalp explode and creepy.

The thick crisis of life and death made him like a great enemy. His muscles tightened in an instant. His divine consciousness gathered madly and was ready to defend the sea. However, his irresistible fear spread madly in his heart, and he had no confidence to resist the attack of this divine consciousness.

Fortunately, this divine sense seemed to be just a warning that he was disrespectful. After his smile converged, he quickly withdrew and the alarm was lifted. Ding Ning's legs softened like collapse. He only felt that he had been walking in front of the gate of death. A gust of cool wind blew through, which made him shiver uncontrollably. Then he was surprised that he didn't know when his back had been soaked with cold sweat.

Ding Ning was terrified and dared not slacken any more. His face was solemn and dignified, and he did not squint to appreciate the funny dancing of the fox shamans.

Gradually, all Ding Ning's mind was gradually attracted by the fox Shaman's dance. The seemingly ridiculous random jumping was actually full of unique rhythm and beauty. Finally, he was vaguely integrated with heaven and earth and slowly opened a vivid picture in front of him.

A towering mountain exudes the charm of silk road. It comes through the void. With the dance steps of the fox shamans, it jumps and dances continuously, slowly becomes solid, and falls on the earth to integrate with half of the illusory mountain.

Is this... Holy mountain, or has it become a holy mountain of essence.

Ding Ning felt like a flash of lightning in his mind and suddenly had a clear understanding, but there was a storm at the bottom of his heart. His eyes at the altar were full of undisguised horror.

The altar was made by the soul of the holy mountain. Only by cooperating with the dance of the fox shaman and the ancient mantra can the complete holy mountain be summoned from the void space.

Countless doubts in her heart were solved. No wonder Kong Lei said that she couldn't know where the holy mountain was until she reached the Zuling. No wonder she had no way to go halfway to the Tao. No wonder the Tao fruits occasionally found over the years are incomplete

It turns out that the legendary holy mountain is evolved from countless Taoist origins, between fantasy and reality. The nothingness behind the ancestral mausoleum has only the incomplete Taoist Origin, while the other half of the Taoist Origin is hidden in nothingness. Only the fox shaman can summon it out through that strange dance step to form a complete and real holy mountain.

Ding Ning's pupil twinkled with a strange purple awn. His sight seemed to pass through the void, staring at the holy mountain, and his breath became thick 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 colorful Tao produced many Tao fruits full of strange Tao patterns, which were irregularly distributed all over the holy mountain; Countless decayed bones feel the revival and vitality of the holy mountain, and stretch out the terrible bone claws like blocking the sky and the sun from the depths of the earth, greedily grasping the Tao fruits with scattered trace rhymes; Deep in the holy mountain, the obscure array patterns flickered constantly, and the terrible killing machine suppressed the ages, making the terrible bones who dared to stretch out their claws scream bitterly; Deeper, filled with a palpitating smell of terror

The speed of holy mountain fusion was very fast. Before Ding Ning could see the deeper secret, the illusory mountains were completely integrated into a solid holy mountain, and all kinds of terrible scenes disappeared, which made him sigh. If he could give him more time, he might be able to see through the real secret of holy mountain, You can 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 terrible rotten corpses is a relatively safe path. Although it is only a moment, it allows him to spy on the general path outside the holy mountain. However, the biggest threat is in the deepest part of the holy mountain, filled with thick fog, which contains a chilling horror, which makes him unable to see clearly.

The altar is the spirit of the holy mountain. Perhaps, it can reproduce the true face of the holy mountain.

However, the powerful and terrible altar is just a trivial warning, which makes him have no ability to resist. How can he communicate with it and obtain its recognition?

Ding Ning's eyes fell on the altar for a long time. The altar looked like a dead object without any reaction, as if the strong divine consciousness just now was not sent out by it at all.

Ding Ning thought hard about how to communicate with the altar. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of a comprehensive plan.