Respecting the heavens and ancestors is a celebration before entering the mountain.

Every sacrifice was presided over by the tribe at the beginning, and the major tribes in the vicinity participated.

On the Fusang tree, Lin Zixuan followed the guidance of the clansmen and walked along the steps and paths to the Tomb Square.

The square is unbelievably big!

Except for the crowd gathered, all you can see is the sky, you can't see the edge, and the surroundings seem to be bordered by the sky.

There are majestic statues of golden crows standing in all directions, looking up to the sky and roaring the sun, each of which has the breath of primitive wilderness, which is quite hideous.

In the center of the square, the old man on the circular altar cut the necks of the tributed cattle and sheep and bleed, and the blood poured into the incense on the table, fluttering with it.

There seems to be a candle flame in the wind, with the scorching heat, rolling towards the vastness, making the sun in the sky look more intense.

Under the leadership of the chief, the tribesmen of all tribes danced the primitive blessing dance, waiting for the opening of the mountain gate and the favor of the gods.

Lin Zixuan looked at the iron puller, and saw that he was full of confidence, repeating the same dance again and again, and occasionally looking at the sky, looking at the clouds like cotton wool, and looking at the blue like the sea.

"Jiang Chen, the Alchemy Tribe is also here, but I didn't see Jin Yun, and also, the Longshan Tribe, the Blood Moon Tribe, and several large tribes in the Northern Wilderness are here, I feel that this time is extraordinary."

Lattie's eyes showed deep meaning, and he spoke in a low voice.

Lin Zixuan followed his gaze, and the Longshan tribe danced towards the sky in the flames, these figures danced domineeringly, with a sonorous rhythm, like a battle, and the aura of slaughter was surging.

The Blood Moon Tribe is even more mysterious, with white robes and red crowns, drumming and ringing bells, and a strange sound, like an ancient chant, as if to please the heavens.

It was not only him whose expression changed, but everyone was also talking, but no matter who it was, they could see the awe and fear in their bones.

Lin Zixuan also noticed the alchemy tribe, there was no accident, Jin Man was full of laughter surrounded by the clansmen, and occasionally looked in the direction of the priest's department, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Nan Nizi...... Absence. ”

After confirming, Lin Zixuan was slightly disappointed, and stood there silently, he suddenly felt a feeling of emptiness in his heart.

"Jiang Chen!" A voice with majesty came from the front, like a command, unquestionable.

Lin Zixuan frowned slightly, he pondered for a while, but still walked forward.

It was a tall middle-aged man, covered in animal bones, his appearance was not good, and he had several scars on his face, which were obviously formed by some kind of fierce beast bite, which made this man look extremely violent.

"This time you go into the mountain, you must pay attention to proportion, if you cause trouble, I will not save you."

His voice was indifferent, and he didn't even look at Lin Zixuan, just a pious sacrificial dance.

Lin Zixuan didn't say anything, just bowed respectfully, and then turned to leave.

Maya watched intently, her mood fluctuated a little, but it was quickly hidden, and Sang Ling walked over coldly and passed by, as if she had no interest in it.

Lin Zixuan didn't pay attention to these gazes, he was silent all the way, until he came to Latie's side, and then he showed a knowing smile.

Ratie patted Lin Zixuan on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Jiang Chen, don't be angry, the chief is also for everyone."

"I know."

Lin Zixuan nodded, he knew that because of Jin Yun's matter, the clan had opinions about him, but he didn't regret it.

In this world, there is a lack of warmth, and he can get a love, which is already too much better than others.

Time passed imperceptibly, and the bells began to ring in the square, which represented the end of the festival.

At the same time, a figure stepped on the golden crow, wearing an imperial crown, exuding earth-shattering power in all directions, and between the spread of the burning flames, it was proud of the earth.

His appearance caused all the people of the First Tribesmen to bow down to him.

The old man on the altar showed even more fanaticism in his eyes at this moment, knelt on his knees, waved his arms and shouted.

"Meet the Chief!"

On the earth, the clansmen looked up at the sky, and although the chiefs looked a little hesitant, they still saluted respectfully to him.

After watching all this, the figure on the golden crow gently grabbed at the sky.

Under this grasp, the wind and clouds changed color, countless rhymes passed by the heavens and the earth, and countless overlapping shadows converged into black vortices, constantly devouring the light.

The sky suddenly darkened, the canopy distorted, and as it collapsed, the sun was dragged down from above.

Where it disappeared, the void depression was ten thousand feet deep, and the ravines were constantly twisting and spreading, vaguely outlining part of the outline of the Origin Divine Mountain.

This scene shook the hearts of all beings.

The mountain has always been there, but not on the earth, but behind the sun.

Heaven and earth were silent, and the hearts of those tribesmen shook violently, and they began to bow their heads, and then knelt down one after another, their faces rising with awe.

At the moment when they knelt down, the figure casually threw the sun to the golden crow, and the golden crow's eyes suddenly burst into divine light, opened their mouths, and suddenly swallowed forward.

After a long time, the figure waved forward, and the sound of vicissitudes echoed through the heavens and the earth.

"The primordial door, open."

The moment this voice came out, the fire of the sun spat out from the mouth of the golden crow, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a sea of fire, drowning everything at the same time, and headed towards the illusory divine mountain in an instant.

Suddenly, the sky shook and the earth shook, and the touch between the sacred mountain and the sea of fire hit a huge red vortex.

When the roar was deafening, the supreme mountain set off monstrous fluctuations, covering the Fusang Sacred Tree, covering the primordial land, and also covering the entire Northern Wilderness State.

More than sixty tribes, excited at the moment, stepped on the branches of the Fusang tree, step by step, step by step, stepped on the highest place, and stepped into the whirlpool that hung in the sky.

Most of the crowd in the Qianzhang area disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the priesthood was also moving, and Lattie followed the predecessors longingly, full of divine meaning.

"Jiang Chen, you say, will the Creation Divine Secret appear this time?"

Lin Zixuan was stunned for a moment, and in his memory, the ancient scroll that recorded the first refining method of the Wu clan was buried in the sacred mountain, but it was just a legend.

Legends shine into reality, and this kind of thing has rarely happened in the past.

Lin Zixuan didn't want to break other people's hopes, so his eyes showed firmness and he spoke calmly.

"Yes, as long as you live, anything is possible."

"Is it possible...... Latie muttered to himself, why there was a strong sense of authenticity in what was meant to be his joke.

He looked at Lin Zixuan suspiciously, hoping to get an answer.

Lin Zixuan also looked at him, he didn't speak, the battle of the sacred mountain, he didn't want extravagance, he just wanted peace.

The wind, which is stronger at the moment, rolls up the corners of everyone's clothes, as if blowing away the ideal happiness and the cruelty of reality.

……

Mount Kinabalu is bright.

The warm sun under the sky seems to have life, giving people a kind of newborn warmth, a kind of divine purity.

Even the chief, after bathing in the temperature of light, the innate anger rarely calmed down a little, but the majesty was still there.

"The evil of the sacred mountain comes from the big demon, from the aborigines, and from the same race, the clan prince asked me to protect you thoroughly, but I hope that you will experience life and death, only in this way can you learn to live well."

The chief stared at everyone, his eyes were cold, and the whole person exuded a sense of slaughter.

"Of course, this does not mean doing whatever you want, if there are people with malicious intentions......"

The chief's eyes narrowed, and a terrifying wave slowly spread out on him, and then he spoke coldly.

"If God doesn't kill you, I'll kill you."

After the chief finished speaking, he turned around and disappeared in place, hiding all the way because he didn't want to be noticed.

Seeing the chief leaving, the chief of the iron pulled a long sigh of relief, and then looked at Lin Zixuan with bright eyes.

"Jiang Chen, do you want to go to Black Wind Cliff? The meat there is unusually tender. ”

Lin Zixuan glanced at Latie, half-convinced.

Seeing that Lin Zixuan couldn't hide it, Latie smiled, and his expression was begging.

"My good brother, its back feathers can resist fire, if I get it, my refining level will definitely be able to reach a higher level."

Lin Zixuan groaned, seeing that the iron was extremely persistent, so he nodded.

"Kill only one."

"No problem." Pulling iron excitedly, pulling Lin Zixuan to hurry over.

However, Sang Ling appeared in front of the two, glanced at Lin Zixuan coldly, and looked at the iron coldly.

"No one is allowed to leave the team without my orders."

Hearing this, Latie felt bitter in his heart, he wanted to do it, but he didn't dare to go against Sang Ling's will, so he could only look at Lin Zixuan many times, hoping to get help.

Lin Zixuan was silent, this matter was not in line with the principles, all he could do was to justify.

So after being silent for a long time, he turned his head to look at Sang Ling.

"The chief said that he wants everyone to sharpen themselves, and Ratie has found a way to practice, and you are not qualified to stop him."

Sang Ling's eyes froze.

And Lin Zixuan's voice is still echoing at the moment.

"We are born in a cannibalistic world, where tens of thousands of living beings die every day."

"Latie wants to go to the Black Wind Cliff, wants to go to training, wants to kill demons, and is public and private, this is not wrong."

"And he risked his safety, not only for himself, but also for the tribe, in order to become stronger, to seek a safety in this cruelty."

At this moment, the entire tribe roared completely, and the eyes of nearly a hundred people all looked at Sang Ling.

They wondered if it was wrong to practice for the sake of the tribe.

Sang Ling frowned, and his face sank.

He couldn't refute it, so he didn't say much, the people's hearts converged on Lin Zixuan, and all he could do was to be obedient.

Sang Ling stared at Lin Zixuan deadly, and reluctantly, spoke coldly.

"It's okay to go to the Black Wind Cliff, but everyone has to go together, and when the time comes, listen to my arrangement."

The additional condition in the compromise is his last stubbornness.

"That's for sure."

Lin Zixuan promised to come down, and if someone accompanied him, their safety would be guaranteed.

Ratie's breathing was slightly rapid, and he looked at Lin Zixuan like a god, and it took him a long time to slow down, and he carefully leaned into his ear and whispered.

"Jiang Chen, did you give Brother Sang Ling a drug?"

Maya's eyes are strange, and like Adam, they have begun to recognise Lin Zixuan.

In the priest's department, one by one's eyes flashed, they had no strength, let alone Lin Zixuan's courage, so they could only follow the instructions, and under the leadership of Sang Ling, they walked towards the Black Wind Cliff step by step.

As for the Black Wind Cliff, it is actually an abyss like a moat.

Because of the dark sky and the crows, in the almost unrecognizable, they mistakenly thought that even the wind blowing down from the mountains was black, so they gave the name to the form.

Of course, for the mountain people who live on it all year round, they think that the black wind is actually a curse.

It is a resentment that lingers after death, and curses all offenders to suck their blood and eat the disrespectful soul.