At the head was an old man, dressed in a golden brocade robe, with white hair. However, his posture is tall and burly, high above, like an old lion, looking down on the heroes, looking at it from a distance, there is a majestic aura that permeates the surroundings, so that those who see it do not even dare to have more atmosphere.

This person is the head of the Ding family, Ding Jitian.

"It's so strong. ”

Ding Yan frowned slightly, this person's momentum can be said to have reached the apex of his life. The terrifying aura can't be seen at all with his current primordial spirit. You must know that the Zen elders of the Divine Source Academy are also cultivators in the Spirit Realm, although they don't know what level they are located in the Spirit Realm, but compared to this Ding Jitian, it is a heaven and a place. Only that Great Elder Lin Haoran could compare.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being the head of a thousand-year-old family, and with this strength, it is enough to deter the surroundings. Ding Yan let out a long breath, looked away from Ding Jitian, and threw himself behind him.

Behind Ding Jitian were eight old men and eight middle-aged men.

These old men are all childish, and their momentum is extremely strong, but they are introverted and look ordinary, if it weren't for Ding Yan's soul power being strong enough, they wouldn't be able to detect these ordinary-looking old men at all, but there is an amazing destructive power in their bodies.

And these eight middle-aged men, Ding Yan can see through the reality of several people at a glance, and they are all about the lower level of the spirit realm. These people are all the middle generation of the Ding family, and they are the brothers of Ding Chen, Ding Yan's father.

There are seven or eight descendants of the younger generation in the back, one of them, about sixteen years old, wearing a purple robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his momentum is extraordinary. From him, Ding Yan saw a trace of Beitangqi's arrogance, which should be Ding Ao, a new generation of geniuses of the Ding family. These people are the eight most talented people of the younger generation of the Ding family. Except for Ding Ao, each of them was an early stage cultivator of the Eighteen Divine Vein Realm.

A cadre of elders followed, followed by Ding Ao and others.

Ding Jitian came out of the crowd, glanced at the audience majestically, and in an instant, there was no sound, and the needle drop could be heard. After a moment of silence, Ding Jitian's voice slowly sounded.

"Since the ancestor Ding Yang followed the emperor to lay the foundation and came to Sudu to settle down, it has been 1,232 years, a total of 11 generations, during which the ancestors laid the foundation"

Ding Jitian's rich voice spread slowly, and the voice was not loud, but every child of the Ding family present felt as if it was ringing in their ears, and one by one their hearts were suddenly agitated, and the tide ebbed and flowed.

Ding Jitian unhurriedly told the legendary characters and legendary deeds of each generation of the Ding family for more than a thousand years.

"The third-generation ancestor Ding Wenrui, who showed amazing talent at a young age, killed a fifth-level demon beast alone at the age of sixteen."

"The fourth generation of ancestor Ding Feizero, a late bloomer, at the age of thirty, cultivated by leaps and bounds, reached the perfection of agility, and later followed the emperor to resist the invasion of foreign enemies, and made immortal miraculous achievements"

"The fourth generation ancestor Ding Feiyuan, created his own martial arts"

"The fifth-generation ancestor, fighting the eight seventh-level peak demon beasts alone in the Demon Beast Forest"

One by one, one by one, Ding Jitian told the story. Let all the children of the Ding family be excited, as if following the voice of Ding Jitian, following the footsteps of the ancestors, entering the era of genius and the bloody battlefield, the ancestors of the Ding family are either arrogant and uninhibited, or smiling and arrogant, or bloodthirsty iron war, or chic and arrogant figures, one by one in front of them.

However, when talking about the eighth generation of ancestors, Ding Jitian obviously paused. Only Ding Yan noticed this.

The Ding family has been inherited for thousands of years and has the glory of the Ding family! And these glories are exactly what the ancestors of the Ding family have exchanged for wildness, blood and tears, life, and tragedy! The thousand-year history of the Ding family is like a surging iron-blooded elegy, and as the descendants of the Ding family, what reason is there not to be moved by it? What reason is there not to be proud of it? What reason is there not to be enthusiastic about it, not to be agitated by it?

Ding Yan stood on the square, as if he was caught in the history of this thousand-year family, and he seemed to have experienced this thousand-year glory of the Ding family. At a certain moment, he seemed to be involuntarily boiling and shaking for it!

"Wait for this seat to finish this cause and effect, and then leave Ding's house. Ding Yan's eyes were instantly clear, and he felt helpless for the obsession in his body.

Although the original body is weak, it has been warmed and colded by people for more than ten years, and has long developed a tenacious will. This will is not so easy to eliminate.

"Today, I, Ding Jitian, as the ninth generation of the head of the Ding family, worship the ancestors on the last day of the year!

After Ding Jitian's last sentence, all the Ding family members have not yet recovered from the glory of the thousand years.

"Ancestor worship!"

Ding Jitian looked around, a pair of eyes containing majesty, without the slightest fluctuation. With a deep snort, in the middle of the road, a road leading to the rostrum was suddenly separated.

"Roaring !!!!!"

A roar of rage shook the square.

I saw four strong men carrying a huge cage, and inside the cage, a ten-meter-high demon beast that looked like a tiger but not a tiger, like a lion but not a lion, roared wildly, with sharp claws, and grabbed the black cage fiercely, sparks splashed everywhere, making a burst of gold and stone interlacing sounds.

The sound of gasping suddenly spread from the square.

"This, this is, a sixth-level demon beast, this is a sixth-level demon beast!"

"Lion Tiger Demon Beast, Level 6 Demon Beast!"

"Last year's annual sacrifice seemed to be a fifth-level demon beast, but this time it actually used a sixth-level demon beast to worship the ancestors!"

With the discussion of many children of the Ding family, the huge black cage was finally placed on the rostrum.

"Unbasketed!"

Ding Jitian's eyes flashed, and he shouted in a deep voice.

Immediately, only a 'click' sound was heard, and the huge black cage slowly opened.

The lion tiger demon beast in the cage seemed to suddenly understand that this was its only chance to escape, and at that moment, regardless of anything else, its strong and powerful hind legs kicked violently, and its body was like a black afterimage, rushing out from the bottom of the cage!

"Ahh

Some of the surrounding disciples suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and their faces showed a look of horror.

Sixth-level demon beast, that is equivalent to the powerhouse of the median spirit realm, once escaped, even the three median spirit realm powerhouses will be difficult to stay, if this demon beast is allowed to kill, I am afraid that most of the disciples in the square will be killed and injured.

Just after the lion tiger demon beast rushed out of the black cage, Ding Jitian's eyes, who had not moved, suddenly burst out with a breathtaking essence, and his right hand slowly shook forward, and a terrifying momentum erupted, like mountains and seas, like water and tides.

"Ning!" he whispered softly, bursting out of Ding Jitian's mouth.

"Roaring !!!!!!!!!"

The lion tiger demon beast suddenly burst out with a roar, and the huge body that rushed out actually froze in mid-air like this, as if there was an invisible imprisoning force in the air.

"Well, the power of curiosity, could it be that this person actually mastered the power of space?" Ding Yan's pupils shrank, a little shocked, and then denied: "Impossible, the cultivation of the Spirit Realm and the Jindan realm is the same, how can it be possible to master the magic of the power of space in the Jindan realm!"

His eyes were fixed on Ding Jitian's palm, and the huge power of the Yuan Shen in his body wanted to peek into the origin of this power, but he found that he couldn't investigate the truth at all.

"Slash!"

Ding Jitian shouted, and a figure suddenly burst out from behind him. It was one of the eight middle-aged men.

Leaping into the air, his palm was like a knife, and a golden light suddenly surged out of his body, and the extremely rich golden light suddenly gathered in his hand, illusory changes, and then a golden giant knife more than ten meters long condensed out.

"Tear up!"

The golden giant knife slashed down, tearing through the resistance of the air, and the edge was unimpeded, as if it was about to split the entire space with a single sword, and slashed towards the head of the lion tiger demon beast like lightning.

"Roar!"

The demon beast suddenly let out a mournful roar in the air, and suddenly its head was in a different place, and a stream of black blood spurted out wildly, splashing onto the blue-black high platform.

"It's so strong, I'm afraid that the fourth master's golden sword rune is about to condense!

In my ears, there were bursts of exclamations.

Ding Yan's heart jumped, and he realized the power of this world for the first time, "This world is really different. ”

With a grip, the void is still, and with a slash, it is arrogant and domineering. The scene just now made him completely sober, if the Divine Vein Realm martial artist was not in Ding Yan's eyes, then the Spirit Realm martial artist really made Ding Yan realize the essence of a world.

This bit of strength is far from enough!

"Bow down!

A deep voice sounded, and all the people of the Ding family fell to their knees almost at the same time, their foreheads on the ground. Ding Yan left quietly.

Tomorrow is the beginning of the year. All descendants and collaterals will participate