The morning air is crisp.

The front yard of Mocheng Jimo's house is already full of people at this moment.

All the juniors of the Jimo family who are preparing to participate in the Soul Melting Society and the war kings who are responsible for protecting the descendants of the Jimo family are gathered here, as well as the parents who are bidding farewell to these juniors who are preparing to participate in the Soul Melting Society.

The voices were noisy, the juniors were excited, most of the war kings were cold-faced, and the parents were more or less worried.

Standing here at this moment, the number of war kings alone has reached forty.

However, almost all of these forty war kings are second-order and third-order, and there are few fourth-order and fifth-order battle king powerhouses, all of whom are arrogant and cold, looking at the second-order and third-order war kings beside them, and the number of first-order war kings is also quite large, and Han Ming is one of them.

The little steamed bun saw Han Ming again, and was excited to take another bite of a godfather.

Under the horn mask, Han Ming's expression was awkward, but he had no choice but to eat the evil fruits that he had cultivated with his own hands.

The person who led the team this time was still the head of the Mocheng family, Ji Moxuan, according to the usual practice.

After Ji Mo Xuan waited for about the same time, after calling the names of the juniors and the war kings, he led everyone to a spiritual airship for manning.

After the airship slowly started and flew into the air, everyone headed towards the ancient site of the Soul Melting Society.

The Jimo family is divided into five factions, four are divided into one main family, and the ancient site of the Soul Melting Society is under the control of the main family.

From Mocheng to the main house, the flight was only four or five hours, but in these four or five hours, Jimo Xuan instructed Jimo Cang to explain the precautions to a group of juniors who participated in the Soul Melting Meeting for the first time.

"The opening time of the ancient site of the Soul Melting Society is fifteen days, within fifteen days, you have to cooperate with your own guardian war king, and strive to refine more fragments of the Dao rule, remember, the closer you are to the depths of the ancient site, the stronger the Dao spirit inside, although the stronger the Dao spirit, the stronger the Dao spirit, but the family does not want you to take risks because of this, the other is that the Dao cannot take out the ancient site, you must refine it within the ancient site, in the ancient site, in addition to the Dao Spirit, the enemies are the descendants of other families, this is the most common competition, but the first rule of the Mo family is to prohibit the clansmen from killing each other, don't kill each other, you know？！”

"Got it!" the forty juniors of the Mocheng clan all replied excitedly, all of them thinking about wanting to refine more fragments of the Dao Rules, and they didn't care about any competition at all.

But Han Ming knows very well that at an ancient site like this one competing for resources, the bloody struggle between people is the most important, even if the descendants who participate in the Jimo Family Soul Fusion Association are all the descendants of a family, I am afraid that they will not be peaceful.

Other things, even the ink cang, also explained a little, and didn't say anything more.

During this period, Jimo Cang stared at Han Ming with a vague gaze, faintly with a hint of jealousy and a hint of hostility, but it had not yet reached the point of killing intent.

Han Ming didn't care much about this.

After the airship swept through for three and a half hours, a cloud-shrouded mountain appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Jimo Mountain!"

"The place where the lord's family lives is different!"

A group of juniors of the Mocheng family looked at the mountains in the distance with envious expressions.

Even some hired war kings and powerhouses all looked towards the high mountains, and there was a faint hint of surprise in their eyes.

The mountain is at least two thousand meters long, and it is extremely majestic, and the scenery is very pleasant when viewed from afar.

When the speed of the airship was a little closer, the situation on the mountain became clearer.

The entire mountain has been transformed into a living mountain mansion by the Jimo family, and pavilions can be seen everywhere on the mountainside and on the top of the mountain.

Before he could get closer, the forbidden force of the forbidden flight pressed the airship to slowly descend down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a special square for parking airships, and there are already three spaceships parked on the square at this time, and the other families should have arrived early.

Ji Mo Xuan led everyone through the review of the mountain gate guards before continuing up along a narrow mountain road.

There are strange rocks on both sides of the road, and there are many small animals shuttling between various vegetation, which makes a group of juniors of the Mocheng family excited.

The little steamed bun is also in a good mood to look around with beautiful eyes, smiling.

Han Ming just sighed that the Mo family relied on the mountain as the mansion, and transformed such a mountain as his own mansion, this is the heritage of the third-rate family.

The mountain road up the mountain has changed from narrow to wide, and there are various checkpoints and prohibitions along the way, which has opened Han Ming's eyes and is secretly staggering.

If you want to conquer such a heavily armed mountain mansion, it will definitely be a huge project.

After walking along the straight mountain road and halfway up the mountain, Ji Mo Xuan took everyone to another fork and walked along the mountain road that went deep towards the back mountain.

After walking for two hours, they heard a deafening roar, turned a corner of the mountain road, and everyone suddenly saw a waterfall that flew down like a white dragon.

Silver splashes and mist is boundless.

There is a hanging bridge behind the waterfall.

When Jimo Xuan led a group of juniors across the hanging bridge, he heard bursts of juniors delighted and surprised.

"Quiet, when you arrive at the master's house, you must pay attention to your words and deeds, don't look like you haven't seen the world, and make people look down on you!" Ji Mocang's face showed a trace of gloom, turned his gaze and swept all the juniors sternly, and after finally glancing at the black-robed man walking at the back of the line, he withdrew his gaze.

After passing the hanging bridge, Ji Moxuan took everyone through a dim corridor, and after coming out again, his vision suddenly became clear.

There was a large clearing, and the ground was very flat, and the trees had been cut down, except for a layer of soft grass.

At this time, nearly four hundred people had gathered in the entire clearing, half of them were hired warrior powerhouses, and half were happily juniors of the Mo family.

The people who are separated from the Mocheng family naturally integrate into this environment, but the families are in competition with each other, so the juniors and juniors don't get along very well.

Within a while, there was a big fight, and they were coldly reprimanded by all the parents.

A group of juniors from the Mocheng family are basically looking forward to Jimo flaws, and they are spitting with a group of juniors from other families.

When Han Ming saw such a scene, he couldn't help but smile under the mask, and suddenly thought of the scene when he led the juniors of the Han family and the juniors of other families to fight when he was a child.

In addition to paying attention to these nonsense juniors, Han Ming also paid more attention to the other hired war kings to see how strong the other war kings were.

Fortunately, there are still more low-level war kings, after all, high-level war kings will not come over to get involved in this kind of thing, and they are all working hard towards the battle unification.

However, such a small place gathered almost more than 200 war kings, which is really a bit spectacular.

After Han Ming paid attention to the strength of the other war kings, he noticed that the little steamed bun standing beside him looked at the juniors of the Mocheng family who were uniting with another wave of splitting against each other with an envious gaze.

She is envious of the current hatred of a group of people of the same age who usually do not agree with the Mecheng family.

The corners of Han Ming's mouth lifted slightly, and he said, "You are also from the Mocheng family, go over and stand with them." ”