Chapter 1247

Ding Ning looked at the donkey's body with a dull face, and a big question mark was written on his forehead?

What is this? He just knocked out the old donkey and had a whim to test whether the will gate could take the old donkey in.

As a result, the donkey's body is still outside, but his soul has entered the space of will?

However, yes, it seems that the will space can only collect the illusory things of consciousness, and the physical objects cannot enter. For example, the spirituality of the things in the ancient temple is all entered.

What depressed him most was that he couldn't get the donkey's soul out now, at least until he completely pushed the door of will open.

This makes him so distressed. Is it useful to transform genes in the flesh alone?

No way, try it!

Ding Ning, give it a try. Well, don't talk about transformation. The gene map is blurred. It's a fart.

But it also made him understand that genetic transformation is not only a matter of physical transformation, but also has a great relationship with the soul.

"Old donkey, this bastard, knows to make trouble for me all day."

Ding Ning cursed angrily and secretly complained that he had nothing to do. Wouldn't it be over to directly transform genes? You have to experiment wildly.

These are good. When he goes in, he can't get them out. The worst thing is that in order to maintain the best peak state, he used up the cultivation time of will space early in the morning.

"Forget it, no matter. The ship will be straight at the bridge head. We can only wait until tomorrow to enter the will space. It depends on the situation."

Ding Ning's face is full of depression. He knew he would not be so active in cultivation today. It's good to leave half an hour for cultivation.

It's reasonable to say that Jiutian Xuannv should hide in the ancient buildings, but she never appeared. Thinking of this, Ding Ning searched the ancient buildings, but still didn't find the trace of Jiutian Xuannv. She had a bad hunch in her heart. Did she go directly to the holy mountain?

Ding Ning frowned and quietly disappeared to the altar of ancestor worship.

At the moment, the ancestral temple stands there quietly, dead and spiritless.

Ding Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the holy mountain between emptiness and reality in the distance.

The holy mountain is shrouded in clouds, which makes people unable to see its true face clearly.

Ding Ning once asked Kong Lei about the coming of the holy mountain when they offered sacrifices to their ancestors. To his surprise, everyone replied in surprise that the holy mountain was always there and found nothing unusual.

This gave him a glimmer of insight. Maybe only himself can see the scene when the holy mountain comes?

No wonder no one of the demon clan has been able to explore the secret of the holy mountain for so many years. Perhaps the holy mountain is complete only when offering sacrifices to ancestors.

The fox shamans are busy with the opening ceremony of the ten thousand demon imperial court. Look at the time, it's time to sacrifice their ancestors.

There is no need to worship ancestors at the opening ceremony. The key is that Peng Tianao and qingqueer will get married today.

According to the rules, it should have been the first day of the grand wedding to worship the ancestors. However, due to the early establishment of the imperial court, the officials of the outer nine leaders have a lot of affairs every day. They have to return to their posts after attending the grand ceremony. It is not suitable to stay in Wanyao city for a long time for the grand wedding of the emperor. They simply put the ancestor worship and the wedding on the same day of the grand ceremony.

Of course, this decision has also caused great controversy. Some people think it is against the ancestral system, and some people think it should simplify the procedures. After all, the etiquette procedures of the fox shaman are too cumbersome and a waste of time.

Coupled with the precedent of Ding Ning simplifying the wedding procedure, Peng Tianao insisted again and finally passed the resolution.

Boom!

With the cheers from the outside of the ancient buildings, the opening ceremony of the Wanyao imperial court finally came to an end.

Bored Ding Ning finally waited for the opening of the ancestor worship ceremony.

With the fox shaman jumping on the altar and chanting words, the spirit of the altar seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, and the virtual shadow of the holy mountain came again.

Ding Ning took a deep look at Peng Tianao and others who knelt piously on the ground, and whispered in his heart, "brother Tianao, take care!"

He resolutely turned and walked to the ancestral mausoleum. He knew that the time for the manifestation of the holy mountain was limited. If he did not enter at this moment, he would have to wait for the next ancestor worship before he had the opportunity to enter the real holy mountain.

After entering the ancestral Mausoleum of the demon family, Ding Ning was no longer invisible. His wings vibrated and turned into a golden streamer. At the moment of the virtual shadow and reality of the holy mountain, he took advantage of the portal of the holy mountain and flew in without hesitation.

No one noticed that when he entered the holy mountain, the fox shaman seemed to feel that his muddy old eyes suddenly burst into terrible light, but soon returned to normal, drooped his eyelids and continued to recite the ancient sacrificial language.

Ding Ning felt as if he had got into a huge vortex. His body was spinning uncontrollably in the vortex, which made him dizzy and had a strong sense of weightlessness.

As if it was only a moment, and as if it had been so long for countless centuries, the sense of weightlessness suddenly disappeared and fell heavily to the ground.

Ding Ning shook his dizzy head. His down-to-earth feeling made him a little relieved. At that moment, he thought he was going to die in it.

The portal of the holy mountain is really terrible. It is completely different from the feeling of space transmission. It gives him a feeling that time and space are disordered and his destiny is not under his control.

This made him subconsciously vigilant, but a portal was so terrible. The horror of the holy mountain can be imagined. If he didn't want to find the way back to the earth, he wouldn't want to enter here all his life.

Carefully looked at the surrounding environment and compared it with the safety route when the holy mountain appeared in memory. Ding Ning quickly determined his position, which was in the southwest corner at the foot of the holy mountain.

The sky is gray and there is no sun, moon and stars. In front of us, there is only a sheep intestines path, winding and spreading forward. I don't know where it leads. The ground on both sides is full of jagged rocks of different sizes. It seems that there is no place to stay, so it's difficult to walk.

If there was no safe route in his memory, Ding Ning might have to go down the sheep intestines path, but now he didn't hesitate to go to the strange stone pile.

Because he remembered clearly that if he walked down the sheep intestines path, he would soon encounter a terrible rotten corpse. Although he might not be afraid of the ghost, he would have less trouble if he could have less trouble. After all, he didn't come to subdue demons, but to find the way home.

Although the strange stone pile was extremely difficult to walk, it did not cause much trouble to Ding Ning. While looking around vigilantly, he silently calculated how many steps he had taken.

You should know that it seems ordinary here, but in fact it is covered with array patterns. Taking a wrong step will trigger a silent terror array.

In fact, the array is not terrible. At the level of his divine array master, ordinary divine arrays really can't help him.

But the terrible thing is that these arrays are intricately intertwined and affect the whole body. Once triggered, it is not one or two arrays activated. Even he may not be able to retreat all over, which makes him walk on thin ice and slow as a snail. He has to calculate the distance every step and compare the safe path in his mind.

In fact, he knew very well that walking along the sheep intestines path was not so troublesome, and the only obstacle was those terrible rotten corpses.

But he would rather work hard than meet those disgusting rotten corpses. Although he didn't know how strong the rotten corpses were, even the donkey said that his current strength was not enough to enter the holy mountain, which was enough to see that those rotten corpses were very dangerous and would threaten his life.

After walking for five or six hours, I finally walked out of the pile of rubble beach. In front of me was a forest full of spring and a tree lined path.

Ding Ning stood in front of the boulevard with a tangled color on his face. He remembered clearly that there was an extremely powerful rotten corpse buried in the ground in front of the Boulevard.

The reason why he is tangled is that he knows that there is a Tao fruit not far from him. If he wants to get the Tao fruit, he will definitely meet the rotten corpse; If you want to avoid rotten corpses, you can only go to the forest swamp, and you will miss the fruit.

Daoguo, yes or no? This is a dilemma before him.

Anyway, I didn't see the path in the depths of the holy mountain clearly. Sooner or later, I have to explore by myself. I'll weigh each other's strength with the rotten corpse first.

I'll fight for wealth and honor.

Ding Ning made a decision as soon as he gritted his teeth, but he didn't go to death blindly. He quietly took out the man's skin and put it on his body. He took out the plague's tusks and held them in his hands. He strode forward bravely.

Bang bang!

Ding Ning was getting closer and closer to the place where the rotten corpse was located. His heart began to beat wildly. His palm holding the plague's fangs began to sweat. His steps were subconsciously lightened, and his eyes stared at the ground vigilantly, because he knew that the rotten corpse was hidden underground.

Although he is ready to fight with the rotten corpse, what if he doesn't disturb the rotten corpse?

Unfortunately, the ideal is full, and the reality is too skinny.

Just as he held his breath and quietly wanted to pass through the territory of the rotten corpse, he suddenly tightened his feet and couldn't move his feet. He looked down and suddenly the frightened ghost took a big risk.

On the ground, I don't know when two ground cracks opened. Two white bony bone claws were holding his ankles and dragging them to the bottom of the ground.

"Go away!"

Ding Ning was frightened and jumped. He raised the fangs of the plague God in his hand and cut them to the bone claw holding his right foot.

Poof!

The White Bone Claw was unharmed under the tusk enough to cut gold and jade. It made a sound like defeating leather, which surprised Ding Ning.

Fortunately, the rotten corpse was painful to eat, subconsciously released the bone claws, gave out an angry roar, the ground began to vibrate violently, and a frightening smell filled the air madly.

Ding Ning's face changed dramatically. He didn't dare to wave his tusks and cut off the bone claw holding his left leg.

With another puff, the White Bone Claw was finally released. Ding Ning regained his freedom and rushed forward without saying a word.

For Ding Ning, who had been fighting against the threat of half step immortal bones for a whole year, the threat emitted by the rotten corpse could not be more familiar. This ghost was a half step immortal strong man. How could he not be shocked and run as far as he could.

Hiss!

The smell of terror filled the air. The ground suddenly opened a huge ground seam. A rotten corpse with white bones on one half of his face and disgusting rotten meat hanging on the other half of his face drilled out of the ground. His dark eyes stared at Ding Ning's back and took a deep breath.

Ding Ning only felt a terrible suction coming from behind him. His body, which was running away at a fast speed, suddenly retreated one after another without control. He was shocked, and a bean sized sweat trickled from his forehead.

"Gravity field!"

Between the lightning and flint, Ding Ning drank without thinking. The terrible gravity sent him back, and finally stopped.

Breathe... Breathe

The rotten corpse was very angry, exhaled and inhaled again. It was more terrible than before. I don't know how many times the suction.

Ding Ning's face was as gray as death, his body shape retreated one after another uncontrollably, and the gravity field was suddenly broken. He knew that the strength gap between himself and the rotten corpse was too big, and there was no room to compete.