Unconsciously, Chu Xiong had already arrived at the center of the dense fog.

At this time, the fishy smell in Chu Xiong's nostrils became more and more intense. The dantian in the abdomen seemed to be pulled by something, and there was a feeling of wanting to get out of the body. Chu Xiong was surprised, and was about to retreat the way he came, but he seemed to encounter a ghost hitting the wall and lost his way in the thick fog.

"My lord, Chu Xiong has been in for half an hour, will something happen? Chu Mingxuan asked for orders to go to support Chu Xiong. ”

After all, Chu Xiong was adopted by Chu Mingxuan, and he had been carefully raised for sixteen years, and when he saw that Chu Xiong had not moved for half an hour in the dense fog, he had not heard back from him several times, and he began to feel anxious.

Meng Lie pondered for a moment, and ordered: "All of them have - forward!" ”

Chu Mingxuan was deeply moved in his heart. After all, Meng Lie stayed in the City Lord's Mansion all day, and ordinary people couldn't see him, and they couldn't figure out his temperament. After he asked for his life to go to find Chu Xiong, he actually arranged for everyone to enter the dense fog together. First, he was worried that it would be too dangerous for Chu Mingxuan to go in alone; Second, move forward as a whole, and in case of some accidents, you can still take care of each other.

The mighty army slowly advanced, Meng Lie Xiang Wentian took the lead, first entered the dense fog, and the large army was also slowly submerged in the fog and disappeared on the mountain road.

Chu Xiong slammed left and right in the dense fog, never finding an exit, and his restlessness became more and more intense. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew and blew on Chu Xiong's face. Chu Xiong was immediately overjoyed, as long as there was wind, he would definitely be able to find an exit if he followed the direction of the wind.

Following the direction of the wind, Chu Xiong advanced step by step, and after a while, a huge dark vortex appeared in his eyes. Chu Xiong looked at it in surprise, the black fog and smoke clouds in the whirlpool were billowing out, blown by the strong wind, changing thousands of forms.

Looking closely, Chu Xiong was even more surprised.

The dense fog actually formed animal totems, there are green dragons, white tigers, vermilion birds, Xuanwu, and pythons, lions, bears, tigers and leopards, as long as there are all the beasts that you know, and there are some strange beasts that Chu Xiong has never seen, they have hideous faces and strange shapes, but Chu Xiong can't give birth to half timidity, but has a sense of intimacy.

Chu Xiong fixed his eyes, and a stream of thoughts quietly welled up in his mind. Xindao, is this a demon gate? There is a record of the demon gate in the "String Pen Chronicle". That day, when he heard Chu Mingxuan say that he had picked him up, he described his body shape when he first saw him, and Chu Xiong began to read all the records about the demon clan and learned a lot about the demon clan. The scene in front of him is exactly what the demon gate looks like in the record.

"Since I am a member of the demon clan, this demon gate appears at this time, it must not be accidental, I can't get out anyway, it's better to go in and find out." Chu Xiongwu muttered to himself, gritted his teeth, and stepped into the demon gate.

Entering the demon gate, Chu Xiong didn't feel the world spinning, just a flicker in front of him, and he stood on the ground in an instant.

Looking around, there are broken walls, bare black land is barren and scarce, there is no sun and moon in the sky, only pieces of fiery red demon clouds, reflecting the black earth, and a strange aura appears.

Looking farther away, Chu Xiong could faintly see things that seemed to be stone pillars, towering between heaven and earth, some tall and some short, uneven. Chu Xiong stood on this barren land, looking at the desolation here, and inexplicably felt a sense of sadness, and tears quietly welled up in Chu Xiong's eyes at some point.

Chu Xiong walked towards the stone pillar, there was a feeling of looking at the mountain and running a dead horse, and the scene that seemed to be close at hand actually walked for two hours to arrive.

Standing in front of countless towering giant pillars, Chu Xiong looked so small. Each giant stone pillar is ten zhang thick and has carvings on it.

Suddenly.

Out of the corner of Chu Xiong's eye, he caught a glimpse of a huge stone platform not far away, and there were mountains of black things piled up on the stone platform. So he walked over there, and when he came closer, he saw the things piled up on the stone platform, and Chu Xiong's emotions suddenly lost control. Those things turned out to be countless giant bear corpses!

The corpses were piled up, and under the reflection of the blood-colored demon clouds, they looked desolate and weird.

Chu Xiong's tears burst out like a flood bursting the embankment, uncontrollably. In this hill-like pile of corpses, he clearly felt that the blood was connected, those may be his clansmen, or his demon father's father is among them.

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, Chu Xiong couldn't control his crying, raised his arms to the sky, raised his head and cried, knelt down uncontrollably on his knees, and silently knelt in front of the pile of corpses and muttered, "Are you all my clansmen?" What's going on? Can anyone tell me—what the hell is going on—"

Chu Xiong's hysterical roar echoed in the sky for a long time, and the countless red demon clouds became even more red.

"Uhh

Suddenly, a distant and desolate tone, dragging a long tail, rolled from the sky. Chu Xiong Huo Ran looked up, but there was nothing else but a voice.

The long tone seemed like a primitive music, and the voice of the singer was low and hoarse, revealing an indescribable loneliness and melancholy. The tone faded away, and the drums of war suddenly rang out in the land.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

After the slow rhythmic drumbeat, the war drums rumbled endlessly, and Chu Xiong's mood improved slightly with the sound of the huge war drums, and he seemed to see a spectacular battlefield in front of him.

On the battlefield, the beasts fought separately, and the corpses of the demon warriors were all over the field. At the center of the war, millions of bear warriors stood with huge bear bodies, and their bloody mouths let out an earth-shattering roar, and the sharp fangs in their mouths were covered with blood and saliva, and the blood-colored fangs exuded murderous intent.

The two clans that fought against the bear clan were the lion and tiger clans, and the two clans were even larger in number than the millions of the bear clan, at least two or three million in number.

The bear warriors were indomitable, and although they were outnumbered by their opponents, they were as powerful as a bamboo, like a sharp sword, rushing into the center of the lion and tiger camps, breaking through the defenses of the two clans, and killing the hinterland of the two clans.

The drums of war died down, and the desolate voice returned, and the sad ballad was sung by the low, hoarse voice. At the same time, the sky resounded with the chorus of melodious guqin and whimpering Tao Xun, which was poignant and bleak.

Chu Xiong's kneeling body stood up, with a look of surprise on his face, and turned his body to look. I saw that on the twelve huge stone pillars surrounding the platform, twelve women with bronze skin and full of wild beauty appeared.

The woman's body is toned, only the chest and lower body are covered by a piece of animal skin, and the naked and exposed body has slightly bulging muscles, full of infinite wild temptation.

The eyes of the twelve women were fluttering, and the purple-black lips were even more bewitching. They danced at the sound of the sound, and danced strangely to the desolate ballad. Although the dance is a little wooden, it makes people reverie endlessly.

The sky bears are the bears, the living ones, the demon kings

Dressed in the charm of the feather, the overlord fights infinitely

Life experience can not be spoken, empty and sad

With the battle of the Ming Lord, the sun and the moon are too urgent

The king's eyes are like electricity, and the heavens and the earth are ugly, and the people have a dark room

The demon king, the demon king, the demon king, all the races, and all the demons are unified.

Chu Xiong listened to the desolate ballad, watched the strange dance, and echoed: "The demon king, the demon king, the demon king, the ten thousand races, and the ten thousand demons are all ......."

The sound gradually dissipated between heaven and earth, and the twelve wild beauties dissipated without a trace. Around the huge circular platform, a ray of light suddenly appeared, forming a circle of golden curtain walls. On the curtain wall, the records are clearly visible.

Chu Xiong walked to the curtain wall and stood still, looking up.

The first is a short poem -

The misty demon door opens,

The demon bear grows into a hegemon.

If I have the mercy of the heavens,

The demon king and bear soldiers rule all races.

Chu Xiong understood that the white mist of tonight was not accidental, this was the door that opened for him, allowing him to find the demon gate of his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

In an instant, Chu Xiong suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulders, pressing on his back, which was not wide at this time. Xindao, how can I become a demon king?

Chu Xiong continued to check the record on the curtain wall, the second article mentioned above: The Dragon Bear Clan has stood in the human dust world for ten thousand years and has become the leader of all the races in the human dust world. It's a pity that the Yang Heaven Realm closed the aura channel without authorization, and the aura was no longer transported to the human dust realm. Since then, the dragon veins of the dragon bear clan have disappeared. The only trace of dragon veins has been inherited by successive patriarchs, waiting for the Heavenly Bear Destiny to come into the world. The blood of the Heavenly Bear's life, containing dragon veins, can resurrect the soul of the bear clan and lead it to dominate all the races of the demon world.

Chu Xiong learned the origin of the Dragon Bear clan from this record, and wondered in his heart, am I the Heavenly Bear Destiny? How do I open the Yang Heaven Realm Aura Channel?

Sharp questions lingered in Chu Xiong's heart, pondering for a while, and suddenly remembered the ballad played in the sky, one of which was-

With the battle of the Ming Lord, the sun and the moon are too urgent

The king's eyes are like electricity, and the heavens and the earth are ugly, and the people have a dark room

The demon king, the demon king, all races, and all the demons are unified

Accompanying the Ming Lord to fight, do you want me to accompany Zong Wusheng to fight in the south and in the north? Suddenly, Chu Xiong seemed to understand, raised his head to the sky, and said to himself: "Alliance leader, Chu Xiong swore in front of the ancestors, and swore to follow your steps......"

Practice is the only way to test the truth. Chu Xiong decided to give it a try and use his own blood to pay tribute to the ancestors of the Dragon Bear Clan, if it was really the Heavenly Bear Destiny, maybe he could really resurrect the soul of the Dragon Bear Clan.

It was very strange, there was nothing in the dark that seemed to be able to understand Chu Xiong's state of mind, and when he thought of using blood to pay tribute to his ancestors, a rhythmic blue light flashed on the central platform, accompanied by the sound of "humming".

In the middle of the platform, there is the only clearing where there is no corpse of the bear clan, accompanied by strange lights and sounds, and a circular altar with a diameter of one zhang rumbles from the ground.

Chu Xiong pondered for a while, and bowed deeply to the corpses piled up into a hill: "Ancestors, please forgive Chu Xiong for being disrespectful, and I want to step on your corpses and step on the altar." After finishing speaking, Chu Xiong took a resolute step and stepped on the altar with many giant bear corpses.

Just as his feet were firmly established on the altar, between the blood-red demon clouds in the sky, thunderbolts and lightning bolts fell like a long dragon. Immediately after the pouring rain, it seemed that he was moved by the sincerity of Chu Xiong's worship, and God also cried bitterly.

Chu Xiong pulled out the short sword from his waist, and cut it on his thick wrist without hesitation, and a stream of red blood gushed out, and drop by drop fell on the altar at his feet.

On the ground of the altar, a giant bear with huge wings was carved, and when Chu Xiong's blood flowed into the groove, it suddenly became golden and prosperous, and a circle of light pierced out at the feet of Chu Xiong, wrapping Chu Xiong.

Blood fell on the altar. Immediately it was watered by the rain, and the blood mixed with the rain flowed down the groove on the altar and into the groove on the huge platform below.

A moment later, blood filled the grooves of the entire platform, and pillars of golden light pierced through the corpses of countless giant bears, shooting straight into the sky.

In the dim sky, it was illuminated by pillars of golden light. A golden circle of light spread out in all directions like water waves, and everywhere it went, there was a lot of light. On the black and barren earth below, where the light shines, there is a sudden glow and a return to life.

Chu Xiong looked at the changes between heaven and earth in surprise, and he already had a certain number in his heart. He is the person of the Heavenly Bear's destiny; His blood, containing the last trace of the dragon vein; And, a difficult and difficult mission fell on his shoulders.