I know that this tribe was glorious in the primeval era, and at its peak, many races and tribes went to worship, and even the current Tashan tribe was just an attachment to it at that time, but now it is feng shui in turn!"

"But it's not, according to my first barbarian records, the reason why the Desolate Ancient Tribe was able to stand for a lifetime is that it has mastered the brute art that makes the world hot, I don't know if this is true!"

"Haha, whether it's true or not, today's Desolate Ancient Tribe is just a sheep in wolf clothing, with wolf power in vain!"

"You see, that Mo Li hasn't moved for a whole hour now, can't he even step up a step?

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The sharp and piercing sound was like a bat grinding its teeth and screaming, which made the clansmen of the Desolate Ancient Tribe who were standing gnash their teeth, but Mo Yi did not have the slightest expression, and was so calm that people could not see the slightest change in mood, sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and recuperating, while Nangong Lie on the side frowned slightly when he stared at Mo Li, who was the last on the barbarian list, and then shook his head, and then crossed his knees.

Ma Zhao, who was in the distance from the Tai'a tribe, showed a meaningful smile when he stared at the barbarian list, which made people look very warm, but if he felt it carefully, it made people shudder, and at this time, he gradually stopped paying attention to the changes in the barbarian list, as if he had already known the changes in the barbarian list.

And in the other row of the Jiuli tribe cliff, although sitting cross-legged, but the eyes are staring straight at the changes on the list, as if looking forward to staring at every name, for this time to participate in the ethnic event, the information between the contestants has long been ripe, but the root cause of his son's broken flight has not been caught so far, and his consciousness tells him that the person who injured his son must be among these people, and now what he needs is to screen out from these people, but sitting opposite is the old woman of the black silkworm tribe, at this time she has no other people's nervousness, and no other people's expectations, as they said, come here to participate in the ethnic event, just to observe the grand event, but is it really so? Only they themselves know that now she has already closed her eyes and meditated, without the slightest emotion, and even the clansmen behind her are as calm as water.

The scene gradually became calm with the sitting of several barbarian princes cross-legged, and even the clansmen who were talking and sighing also settled down one after another, and the silence was like a mountain and a forest, only the sound of the breeze whimpered like a flute.

But far away in front of a step in the Manshan Mountain, Mo Li was staring calmly ahead, as he had participated in in Taihang Mountain before, full of invisible coercion, as if a giant hand was tightly pressing his shoulder, not letting him climb up, and this was just not climbing, Mo Li was already sweating at this time, but he did not panic at all, and his consciousness seemed to be immersed in the token on his waist.

"Manshan Mountain, this mountain has a spirit, there are a total of 999 steps, called the stepping spirit platform, the higher you go, the greater the pressure, and the more difficult it will be to climb!"

"Step on the Spirit Stage!" Mo Li chewed on the unfamiliar word from the corner of his mouth, and his footsteps still didn't take me forward, and at this time, his token was already extremely dim, as if it would pass away at any moment.

"Let's go!" Mo Li, who whispered, suddenly stepped heavily on the spiritual platform, and the coercion poured down like a tide, rumbling like a beast roaring, and the bombardment made a clattering bone writhing sound on the body, and the blood line on Mo's back also burst out, invisibly canceling the barrier of coercion.

First-order, second-order......

"Ah Gong once told me to remember the cultivation system divided by the pre-barbarian period, and now every blood line can clearly feel its power, and this barbarian mountain is also the first barbarian period, isn't it related to both?" Mo Li's mind buzzed, and the words of the barbarian at that time kept echoing, and not only did they all belong to the same period, but even the final number of blood lines or the final number of the Lingtai were extremely similar, which had to make him guess.

Stepping on the twentieth spiritual platform, the original residual dust on the spiritual platform became spotless with the permeation of coercion at this time, clean as new, the qi and blood in the body of the ink were surging, and even the blood line that surfaced became extremely red, if it were not for the dense fog here that obscured the vision, it would dazzle the mountain peaks and climb up again in a row.

On other spiritual paths, at this time, there are many clansmen who are gritting their teeth and climbing up, and now the sky is gradually getting dark, and going to Nangong Lie said, for the night, the pressure emitted by the wild mountain will be far more than several times that of the day, and this time will also be used as a transit station for them to rest, they can recover their cultivation and store their physical strength, so as to better strive for a good ranking during the day!

But at this time, the top five in the spiritual path ranking are very fiercely contested, and the ancient dragon at the front is still walking leisurely, calm and calm, without feeling the slightest pressure, as he said, for this seemingly group of heroes and rising together, he can't find someone who can be his real reader, and he also stands out from the hundred flowers and becomes a standout, his enemy is only one, that is, himself, to hone his mind with the spiritual path, to hone his will, so he never looks at the position of his token now, the ranking of the ranking, his strength has determined the height he can climb, there is no if, everything is premised on strength!

"Two hundred and thirty-three steps!" Nangong Cha gasped, staring at the flickering rankings on the token with sweat on his face, and gritted his teeth and climbed forward.

"What about your grandma, I'm tired, I'm tired, no, no, I want to rest and rest, where do you like to go!" Nangong Ling sat on the altar with a slump of ass, panting heavily, and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

However, Sima Xin, who ranked fourth, did not have the slightest sense of nervousness, even the roughness was not issued, as if there was a kind of confidence at all times, although he was still in the fourth place, but he did not feel the pressure, and he was ready to go, which was his consistent style, as if the spiritual path was in his hands and he was in control.

"Ninety-eighth Order!" Mo Li gasped, the blood lines on his back were now visible, and he could see that the invisible pressure was flowing through his flesh and blood.

"Ninety-ninth order!"

"The hundredth order!"

Climbing two spiritual platforms in a row, Mo Li's beast clothes cracked, and the green tendons on his arms also skyrocketed, and a coercion that seemed to tear his flesh was cutting him, and he was in great pain.

"Hmm, no, it's weird, there's a secret!" Mo Li felt the coercion of the Lingtai, but he found it a little strange, and his mind suddenly recalled the words that Ah Gong had said, making him breathe short!