Knock knock!

The thunderous drums and horns resounded through the Black Dragon Ridge, startling countless birds and beasts, scattering and fleeing, and hundreds of terrifying breaths disappeared in a flash, threatening thousands of miles, and the clouds and mist swept away, revealing a clear sky.

"The back mountain is the ancestral land of my clan, the king's house Panshan Road, which is a gravity space by itself, is the supreme treasure of tempering the body and sharpening the will, some of you are the local forces of the Great Xianbei Mountain, you must have heard of it, and some are coming for the first time, if you don't know the situation, you can check the jade slip in your respective hands, and introduce the various dangers in the mountain road in detail, if you feel that you can't support it, you still have the opportunity to quit. ”

In the huge stone hall, Songpu was on the top seat, with a swarthy old face and a warm face, but everyone in the high-level hall was quite serious.

"What the clan elder said is very true, but we are deeply protected by the Danshan Mountain Clan, and we are given such an opportunity, if we don't grasp it, I will be too sorry for the generous treatment of the Shang clan and the ardent expectations of the elders of the clan, how can we retreat because of difficulties?"

"Brother Luren is right, for thousands of years, if it weren't for the support of the Danshan clan, how could we survive in the dangerous and extremely dangerous Great Xianbei Mountain? ”

"If I quit now, won't I let outsiders see a joke?"

Looking at the strange shapes of the powerhouses of all races in the hall shouting together, patting their chests like loyal, mixed with one or two sentences of yin and yang weirdness, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, Wu Ming finally knew why the mountain giant spirit could not take his ancestral treasure.

After many years of inheritance, not to mention that the Danshan clan has long regarded the royal house as their ancestral inheritance, even in the territory of Daxianbei Mountain, with this strange treasure turned into a secret realm, and shared with all ethnic groups, don't say that the Danshan clan is unwilling, even if they are willing, it depends on whether they agree or not.

Not to mention, the stakes are too great.

As far as the temples are concerned, Daxianbei Mountain is a natural barrier between the Eastern Song Dynasty and Beijin, and it is also the dividing line between the North Sea and the East China Sea.

As we all know, the Danshan clan is the human race force that the temples attach great importance to, and it is differentiated from the servant tribes that sacrificed to other races in ancient times.

The hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit!

If there is no profit, who wants to die in vain?

And among the outsiders, naturally Wu Ming is undoubted, they don't care who the ancestral land of the Wang House is, anyway, the sky is falling and there is the Danshan clan on top, and now someone wants to dig up this piece of fat alive, it is everyone's enemy.

No one dares to show the slightest hostility towards Shan Lao, but Wu Ming is different, you are obviously a righteous human race, but you help other races, and you are against it in your own nest, not against you, against whom?

"Okay, since everyone has no objections, let's gather all the sons and daughters in the back mountain!"

Song Pu's complexion did not change, he didn't even look at Wu Ming more, and he didn't make any targeted statements, but the attitude of the Danshan clan had been clearly expressed, and it had also been acquiesced in by the close forces in the Great Xianbei Mountain, which was enough.

Immediately, dozens of emperors, and even two or three half-saints of different races, walked out of the main hall and summoned their sons and daughters through various secret techniques.

Whoosh!

In a short time, thousands of alien powerhouses with strong breaths, and at the lowest level of Great Demon King or Grandmaster, arrived one after another, gathering behind their own ancestors.

Looking around, with a cursory sweep, even several top forces such as Baekje, Gaogou, and Rakshasa have sent a few elites, and in addition to the descendants under their command, almost half of the large and small forces have come.

Of course, there is no shortage of wall grass, but it can also be seen that the connections of the Danshan clan are so strong!

Only Wu Ming, who was alone with the grinding plate, his tall and condensed aura was hidden but not released, but no one dared to shout lightly, because after the mountain elder did not care about the cost, he almost helped the seedlings to grow, and destroyed the possible martial arts of the grinding plate in the future, he was already a real peak emperor mountain mountain spirit.

Back then, in the Flying Fox Valley, the mountain djinn who had no mind slaughtered the same level as nothing, although there was a reason why he was a half-saint in his own right, but as a descendant of the heavenly demon djinn, the mountain djinn itself had the strength to fight beyond the ranks.

It can be said that even if the grinding plate at this time can't beat an ordinary half-saint, it can definitely save his life, which is a combat power that no one can ignore.

Under the leadership of Song Pu, everyone came to the back mountain, and most of the young and strong people of all ethnic groups involved in this matter looked curiously and searched around for the eighteen bends of the royal house that were respected by their parents.

As far as the eye can see, the back mountain is a desolate canyon, there is nothing surprising, and there are people who do not believe in evil and use their divine sense, but they still have nothing.

The divine sense is as powerful as Wu Ming, his brows are slightly furrowed, and there is no change everywhere he can see, with his clear eyesight, he can't see anything, only the giant spirit mountain seal on his right wrist, beating warmly, as if there is something in it that attracts him.

"I feel a very close will, calling me!"

The grinding disc suddenly covered his heart, and the buzzing sound was like thunder.

"It's probably the breath left in the royal house by the Djinn Ancestor!"

Wu Ming bowed slightly, and directly ignored Song Pu and the others who were not far away.

No matter how many years the Danshan clan has occupied the royal house, even if they have the support of the temples behind them, and there is no giant spirit bloodline, they will never want to truly occupy the royal house treasure mountain.

The most obvious thing is that even if the current Danshan clan wants to open the secret realm of the ancestral land of the royal house, they have to rely on external forces.

"Danshan!"

Song Pu raised his crutches high and slammed them to the ground.

Amid the loud roar, the mountain walls of the canyon shook, and thousands of ragged alien slaves poured out, all of them with thick ropes tied to their bodies, struggling to drag a chain covered with arcane runes.

"Hmph, such a traitor is not dead?"

"It's cheap for them to survive here!"

"Thanks to the kindness of the Danshan clan, if it were in this clan, it would have been peeled off and filled with grass, and the head of the owl would be shown to the public to set an example!"

The strong people of all races saw that many of their fellow clans were not angry, but their expressions were cold, and even worse, they scolded and resented again and again.

Obviously, over the years, various ethnic groups have also been tilted against each other, power has changed, and for various reasons, many losers have been sent to the Danshan clan to become slaves.

The first is to make friends, the second is to exchange for the quota to enter the ancestral land of the royal house, and the third is to deter the restless people in the clan.

Wu Ming stared at it and found that the aura of these alien slaves was not weak, and they were at least congenital or king, and there was even no shortage of great demon kings.

The iron clattered, and the thick chains were dragged by thousands of alien slaves, but they were unusually slow, as if a mountain was being pulled behind them, and the six teams of thousands of alien slaves were almost full of strength, but they moved forward like snails.

Syllable!

At this moment, a crisp sonic boom sounded in mid-air, and I saw a middle-aged Danshan clansman, wielding a long whip, volleying on the back of an alien slave, and suddenly the skin and flesh were opened, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, and the screams resounded through the valley.

"He deserves it, if it weren't for some use, I would have used his head to pay tribute to the clansmen!"

A young man with two horns on the top of his head, most of which was no different from a human race, snorted fiercely.

"Inject your own blood into the chains, who dares to steal and play tricks, you know the end!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and with another whip in his hand, he howled a foreign slave more than once.

The powerhouses of all the clans present, although some of them couldn't bear to show it, they were all very well hidden, after all, most of these slaves were enemies of this tribe, or loose cultivators who broke into the Great Xianbei Mountain to hunt for treasures.

Either way, they are all enemies of all races, and the slightest mercy is wasted.

Wu Ming was tired of looking at it, but he had to look at it, not because he felt pity, but because he was a little disdainful of the Danshan clan's style of showing his strength.

As for slaves, there are slaves of all races, and the Beijin barbarians are a hundred times crueler to human slaves than this, if they are pitiful and useful, there will not be so many tragedies in the world!

Buzzing!

Under the whipping of the middle-aged Danshan people, thousands of slaves were unwilling, and they had to send their true yuan or blood qi into the iron chain at any cost, making the runes on it seem to come to life, like tadpoles, wandering and buzzing.

Buzz rumble!

In this way, the speed of the chain was accelerated, and the two mountain walls on the left and right moved impressively, like ghosts, rising layer upon layer, and under the shocked gaze of everyone, a majestic and boundless thick aura flashed on them.

"It's ......"

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, and he instinctively felt that the Giant Spirit Mountain Seal was a little hot.

"Holy Land!"

The grinding pan roared sadly, and the majestic body fell to its knees.

Fortunately, at this time, everyone was attracted by the vision, and no one noticed here, even Song Pu, who was presiding over this major event, only glanced at it, and put all his mind in the canyon.

As the mountain wall moves, the ghosts converge and overlap, and they form a looming stone staircase, if you don't look carefully, you really can't be sure that it is a stone step, it is too big, each layer has hundreds of zhang high, as if it reaches the nine heavens, endless high, and there is no end in sight.

Even the tallest alien race can't take a step at will, let alone the Terrans.

Moreover, the stone steps appear to be very simple, and it seems that the creation is magical, the magic axe is wonderful, the heaven and the earth are cast, and it is made of huge stones, not the day after tomorrow.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't climb the ladder now, when will you stay?"

Song Pu raised his cane and shouted.

"Whoa!"

Amid the sound of the mountain and the tsunami, thousands of strong men of all races flew up, stepped over the heads of countless alien slaves in the canyon, and flew straight towards the looming stone steps of the Heavenly Ladder.

Surprisingly, most of the powerhouses of all races, like funnels, covered Wu Ming and the grinding plate, blocking the two of them to the road.

"Humph!"

The mo's eyes flashed with anger, he shouted angrily, and the terrifying aura around his body surged, and he was about to rush forward.

"Don't waste your energy!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

This kind of situation has long been expected, it is nothing more than being targeted, and when it comes to it, it still depends on their respective means.

The grinding disc dispersed its strength, protecting Wu Ming at the end of the line, and slowly leaned towards the entrance.

Seeing this, Song Pu's white eyebrows trembled slightly, his lips moved, but no words came out, and many strong people in various ethnic groups secretly exchanged a vague look.