In the very center of the Ten Thousand Demon City, there is a complex of ancient buildings covering an extremely wide area.

Members of the Coalition Council work on weekdays, in the outskirts of this ancient complex.

It is said that there is only one race inhabited in this ancient complex, and that is the Linghu clan, a shaman who can communicate with the Holy Spirit of their ancestors.

Ding Ning specially asked where Kong Lei's holy mountain was, and according to her, this ancient building was 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 place by the demon clan, and only the actual controller of the Ten Thousand Demon City is qualified to enter.

But Kong Lei told him that, strictly speaking, entering the sacred mountain from the ancestral tomb was only a relatively safe passage.

In fact, there is far more than one passage to enter the holy mountain, and in order to find the spirit of the five elements for her, the Peacock Clan had accidentally discovered three hidden passages leading to the holy mountain.

It's just that these three passages are full of all kinds of terrifying killing machines, and the Peacock Clan has also paid the lives of countless strong people to barely get through one of them.

Kong Lei had quietly infiltrated the Holy Mountain through that passage under the protection of the strong man of the Peacock Clan, and obtained the Spirit of the Five Elements and half of the Enchanting Dao Fruit.

It's just a pity for Kong Lei that the passage can't go straight 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 a palpitating look in her heart, and told him that only when he got there did he know the horror in it, the end of the road was gray, as if the heavenly road had reached the end, a chaos, if he forced his way through, he would be torn to pieces by the spatial crack that appeared out of thin air.

Ding Ning's face was silent, but he was secretly wondering in his heart, not knowing if it was really the end of the road, or if the remnants of chaos were at work.

According to Kong Lei's description, he had an unbelievably bold idea, wondering if that passage would be an incomplete avenue that was manifested by the embodiment of the origin of the Great Dao in his body after the fall of an ancient power, rather than the real space that really existed, otherwise, how could the path be broken.

Not only that Dao, but he even suspected that even the Holy Mountain was actually condensed by the Dao Sources of countless great powers after death, and this possibility was extremely high.

His speculation was not unfounded, because no one knows exactly how and when the sacred mountain appeared, and it seemed to come into existence out of thin air, without warning, without any record, as if it had existed since ancient times, and no one could tell where the sacred mountain was.

Can't see or touch, only when you enter it, you will suddenly wake up, it turns out that you are already in the holy mountain, giving people a sense of mystery that you don't know the true face of Lushan, only because of being in this mountain, people can't help but think about it, and speculate.

Ding Ning also recently gave birth to this idea, everyone knows that the holy mountain is in the Ten Thousand Demon City, and he also knows that the way to enter is the ancestral tomb, but no matter how he probes with his divine sense, after penetrating the mausoleum, the divine consciousness is a chaotic and void place, and he can't get a glimpse of the true face of the holy mountain at all.

There was no sign of spatial fluctuations, and there was no trace of the formation, and the Holy Mountain could not be in another space, so Ding Ning boldly made the above speculation.

The day before the wedding, after fasting and bathing and changing clothes in advance, Ding Ning wore a golden leather coat with a retrospective style, covered with various animal ivory carvings, surrounded by the children of the mighty Winged Human Clan, and slowly walked with the great shaman of the Fox Clan wearing a white sacrificial robe and entered this ancient building.

Along the way, Ding Ning's face was solemn, ignoring the autumn waves sent by Peng Tianjie, who was also dressed up not far away, and his divine consciousness turned into thousands of lines as thin as a gossamer, exploring this ancient and mysterious place.

The building complex is composed of ancient and magnificent palaces, adhering to the consistent rough style of the demon clan, the top of the palace is a hundred feet high from the ground, so that people walk in it and feel their own insignificance.

The thick stone pillars, the blue-gray roof of the temple and the surrounding walls are densely carved with countless patterns of exotic beasts, flowers, birds, fish and insects, plus mysterious and primitive symbols, forming a world composed 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 mutilated totems can only make this palace group survive under the erosion of time.

The history of the demon race is far older and longer than that of humans, and they can even find some mysteries of the world's composition from those primitive totemic imprints.

It's a pity.

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

With the shouting of the fox clan's great shaman's long tone, Ding Ning and the others finally walked through the entire palace group and came to the ancestral tomb of the demon clan.

Looking up, this is a very wide area, at a glance can not see the end of the ancient mausoleum of Tallinn, in the distance carved with all kinds of birds and beasts of the ancient stone towers row upon row, overflowing with strong or weak vast coercion, people feel awe-inspired.

The procession stopped in a square paved with bluestone slabs, and at the entrance to the tower, a huge altar was displayed, and the great shaman shouted and knelt tremblingly in front of the altar, waiting for the arrival of the other shamans.

The Winged Humans were the first to arrive, and it didn't take long for the Peacocks, Nine-Tailed Birds, Medusa, Cranes, and other races with women to be married.

Purple Bird, Flower Bird, Crane Ling, Bai Xun'er, Kong Lei and other women all dressed up to attend, and were surrounded by their respective clansmen and stood at the forefront.

All of them looked pious and solemn, watching the fox shaman and the great shaman in snow-white sacrificial robes gather together and bow down to the altar, and then stand up and stand with their hands tied, and another person in turn brought fresh fruits, meat, wine and other tributes and placed them on the altar.

Then, a group of fox shamans held hands, chanted words in their mouths, recited obscure and ancient languages, and danced an ancient dance in front of the altar, which was not beautiful, but rather a little like a group of demons.

Ding Ning couldn't help laughing, almost didn't burst out laughing, how do you feel that these shamans are like goddesses dancing in the countryside, the ass is twisted, tsk, absolutely full of joy.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh, the ancient altar seemed to have a spirituality, as if sensing his disrespect, and it exuded a vague divine consciousness that locked on him.

Ding Ning's stiff smile gradually faded on his face, and he felt as if he was being targeted by an ancient beast, and a chill rushed along his vertebrae to the heavenly spirit, making his scalp explode and creepy.

The thick life-and-death crisis made him feel like he was facing a great enemy, the muscles in his body instantly tensed, and his divine consciousness frantically gathered to prepare for the sea of consciousness, but the fear that he couldn't resist spread wildly in his heart, and he didn't have the slightest confidence to resist the attack of this divine consciousness.

Fortunately, this divine sense seemed to just feel that he was disrespectful and made a warning, and after his smile converged, he quickly retracted it, the alarm was lifted, Ding Ning's legs were weak as if he had collapsed, and he only felt that he had walked before the ghost gate was closed, and a gust of wind blew, and the coldness made him shiver, and then he realized that he didn't know when his back had been soaked in cold sweat.

Ding Ning was terrified in his heart, and he no longer dared to slack off, his face was solemn and dignified, and he did not squint to admire the funny and ridiculous dance of the fox clan shamans.

Gradually, all of Ding Ning's minds were gradually attracted by the dance of the fox clan's great shaman, which seemed to be ridiculous and ridiculous, but in fact it was full of unique rhythm and beauty, and finally, it was faintly integrated with heaven and earth, and slowly opened a vivid picture in front of his eyes.

A majestic mountain exuding a silky rhyme came through the void, and with the dance steps of the fox shamans, it continued to jump and dance, slowly becoming solidified, falling on the ground and merging with the half-illusory mountain.

This is...... The holy mountain has become a holy mountain of essence.

Ding Ning seemed to have a lightning bolt in his mind, and suddenly he realized it, but there were turbulent waves in his heart, and his eyes looking at the altar were already full of undisguised horror.

This altar was actually made by the soul of the holy mountain, and with the dance of the fox shaman and the ancient incantation, the complete holy mountain could be summoned from the void space.

The countless doubts in her heart were also solved, no wonder Kong Lei couldn't say that the ancestral tomb couldn't know where the holy mountain was, no wonder she would have no way to go halfway to the Dao, and no wonder the Dao fruits that had been occasionally discovered over the years were all incomplete existences......

It turns out that the legendary sacred mountain is evolved from countless Taoist origins, between the illusory and the real, the void behind the ancestral tomb only has the incomplete Dao origin, and the other half of the Dao source is hidden in the void, only the fox shaman can summon it through that strange dance steps, forming a complete true holy mountain.

Ding Ning's pupils flickered with a strange purple glow, his gaze seemed to have passed through the void and stared at the holy mountain, 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 to speak of.

He saw that the picture scroll was slowly unfolding, and the colorful Dao fruits were scattered irregularly throughout the holy mountain; countless decaying corpses felt the revival of the holy mountain and rejuvenated, trembling from the depths of the earth, stretching out the terrifying bone claws that covered the sky and the sun, greedily grasping at the Dao fruits that were overflowing with the slightest rhyme; in the depths of the holy mountain, the obscure formations kept flickering, and the terrifying killing machine suppressed the eons, making the terrible corpses who dared to stretch out their claws let out a terrible scream; deeper, there was a terrifying aura that made people palpitate... ...

The speed of the fusion of the holy mountain was very fast, and before Ding Ning could see the deeper secrets clearly, the illusory mountains were completely fused together, turning into a condensed holy mountain, and all kinds of terrible scenes disappeared, making him sigh, if he could be given a little more time, maybe he would be able to see through the true secrets 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 terrible rotting corpses is a relatively safe path, although it is only a moment, but it allows him to spy on the general path of the outer part of the Holy Mountain, but the biggest threat is in the deepest part of the Holy Mountain, the fog is thick, and there is a great horror that makes him unable to see clearly.

The altar is the spirit of the sacred mountain, and perhaps, through it, the true face of the sacred mountain can be reproduced.

It's just that this altar is powerful and terrifying, just a trivial warning divine sense, so that he has no ability to resist, how can he communicate with it and gain its approval?

Ding Ning's gaze fell on the altar for a long time, and the altar was like a dead thing, without any reaction, as if the powerful divine consciousness just now was not emitted by it at all.

Ding Ning thought hard about how to communicate with the altar amicably, but unfortunately, he couldn't come up with a perfect solution even if he broke his head.