This man seemed to be very prestigious, and when his words fell, there was a cacophony of support for him.

Chu Yu nodded and said, "Senior Brother Dawn is right, everyone is quiet, I will announce this amazing news next!"

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on himself, Chu Yu said slowly: "Just a few days ago, the seal that blocked us opened a huge opening!"

"What!?"

This moment seemed to startle a thousand waves with one stone, and the louder noise completely drowned out Chu Yu's next words.

As a last resort, Chu Yu had no choice but to shout: "Auspicious rain descends from the sky, the seal is broken, and the time has come for us to see the light of day again!

After Chu Yu finished speaking, he seemed to be very excited, his chest rose and fell, and his eyes were full of fiery light!

After Cheng Mo heard this, his heart moved, could it be that the hundreds of clans in this underground were sealed here?

These people look no different from the people on the ground, and the exercises they practice are nothing special in his senses, so why are they sealed underground?

Moreover, Cheng Mo looked at the bald head in the crowd, although the distance was far away and he couldn't really see it, but that person was definitely the one who was the Endless Temple's Dawn!

Although his severed arm by Cheng Mo had recovered, the voice he spoke before and the way Chu Yu called him made Cheng Mo's heart flood with a bad premonition.

How did the people of the Infinity Temple come here?

And still look like a snake on the ground?

Could it be that they knew about the Hundred Clans sealed under the ground earlier?

What the hell is the conspiracy?

Cheng Mo's mind was racing, and then he heard another person shouting: "Open a fart festival! Let's rush to the ground! Take back everything that belongs to us!"

But there are also people who have different opinions, and an old voice said: "In ten thousand years, I don't know what kind of changes have changed on the ground, I think it is better to carry out a festival first, send scouts to the ground, investigate clearly, and prepare, it is the best policy!"

Chu Yu, who was standing in the middle of the altar, gouged out his ears, turned his head to look at the few old men behind him, shook his head, and said helplessly: "The suggestion of the Totem Hall is: gather the elites of the hundred clans and form a new department, which is responsible for all matters on the ground!"

So now, the decision of the Elders is that the Hundred Clans Festival continues, and those who are anxious can go to the ground on their own, and it depends on your luck whether they will die or get rich!

Starting now, an hour later, the festival officially begins, during this period of time, you can move freely, go or stay, think carefully, in the future, all the resources will be inclined to this new department, young junior brothers and sisters, your opportunity has come, and I will be the head of this new department!

Then the name of the new department will be - Ranfeather!"

He laughed and looked excited, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and a square box appeared in the air: "Senior brothers and sisters who want to sign up for Ranyu! Please flick a drop of your essence blood into my [Phoenix Box]!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless essence blood flew out of the crowd and packed the [Phoenix Box] into it!

But there are also some people who turn around and leave, presumably because they can't wait for the festival to end, and want to go up to the ground to have a look!

Cheng Mo's heart moved, and when these people walked away, he still hid his figure and quietly followed them.

From afar, he heard Chu Yu shouting: "The time has come, the Hundred Clans Festival will start now, let's first invite the Barbarian Ancestor to show the saint, and then start the ten major competitions!"

Cheng Mo glanced back from a distance, only to see that the people and horses of the hundred tribes around the altar were emitting blood light one after another, they actually sacrificed their own bloodlines, communicating with a hidden great existence!

After that, Cheng Mo couldn't really see it, and he didn't know how the [Barbarian Ancestor] in Chu Yu's mouth was revealed.

But the breath he sensed remotely shocked him, it was too strong!

The person in front also suddenly stopped, knelt in the direction of the [Barbarian Ancestor], and kowtowed nine times!

No, Cheng Mo hid his figure, but he was in the middle of the two, and the heads of these people were knocked to him!

Cheng Mo laughed in his heart, the folk customs of this place are simple, just looking at this faith, it is the spirit that the people on the ground do not have!

However, these people also made him a little worried.

He only looked at the group of people in front of him, and the lowest cultivation among them was in the seventh realm!

The tallest person is already at the high level of the ninth realm!

The environment of the underground world is harsh, everyone cultivates, and the level of cultivation seems to be much higher than that of people on the ground!

Cheng Mo calculated, but it was also vague, and he didn't know how many people there were under the ground!

He followed it for a while, and at last he left the confines of the great altar, the ground suddenly changed, and there were no stone slabs carved with strange patterns, and he came to a plain.

The light in this plain was very dim, and Cheng Mo slowly narrowed the distance between him and the person in front of him.

After walking for a while, Cheng Mo was a little impatient, and finally the group of people began to separate, and several masters who cultivated in the ninth realm left first.

Cheng Mo is waiting for this opportunity, the master of the ninth realm, his ability is unknown, although Cheng Mo is not afraid, but he is not willing to start a battle lightly.

At this time, seeing these people leave first, it was immediately a sprint, and they came behind the person who was walking at the back.

This person's cultivation was at the beginning of the seventh realm, and he walked very slowly, opening up a long distance from the person in front of him.

As soon as Cheng Mo stretched out his hand, he firmly restrained the person, followed him and stood still, distancing himself from the crowd in front of him.

He smiled, he had been paying attention to this person for a long time, he was very unsociable, since he left the altar, no one had said a word to him, and no one looked back at him, such a person was just suitable for him to come and impersonate!

Just in case, Cheng Mo slowly followed for a distance, but he deliberately slowed down his pace and became farther and farther away from the person in front of him.

Finally, someone noticed that there was one person missing, and he said to the person next to him, "Black Mountain is gone?

The person next to him said: "This coward, did you secretly run back when you saw the elders leaving first? Ignore him, waste one, even if you go up, it will cause us trouble!"

The people around laughed, echoed one after another, and laughed at this person called Black Mountain a few words, probably saying that he cultivated underground, his courage was weak, and he even cowered when he spoke and did things, which was a shame for the entire Black Cloud Clan, and so on.

Cheng Mo shook his head slightly, and quickly retreated, from now on, this person called Montenegro is his new identity!

He took this man called Black Mountain and returned to his previous hiding place.

The following hundred clan festivals are already in full swing, Cheng Mo glanced at it slightly, and in the middle of the altar are two men fighting, it seems that the competition of which top ten has begun.

Cheng Mo glanced at it, and immediately lost interest, these two men's cultivation was in the seventh realm, and in Cheng Mo's eyes, all the changes were hidden, and the moves were rigid, and the magic weapon in his hand was not surprising.

He rearranged the concealment array and added a soundproof formation, and immediately the noisy sounds outside were cut off.

With a bang, Black Mountain was thrown to the ground by him.

These people on the ground want to go out, saying that they want to get back everything that belongs to them, but to put it bluntly, they still have to go out to fight and grab resources!

There are many things that Cheng Mo is puzzled about, and now he can get a little information from the mouth of this Black Mountain.

Looking at the black mountain lying on the ground and not moving, Cheng Mo was speechless.

He kicked Montenegro lightly: "Don't play dead, get up and sit down, I want to ask you something." ”

Hearing this, Montenegro trembled slightly, his eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes tremblingly: "Who are you? Why do you want to arrest me?"

Cheng Mo smiled: "You don't have the right to ask, you can say whatever I ask, hesitate for more than three breaths......"

He flicked his hand, and a sword explosion talisman flew into Black Mountain's forehead: "It will be very painful, more painful than death." ”

Seeing the rhythm of Cheng Mo's move, Montenegro already understood in his heart that the cultivation of the person in front of him exceeded his own too much, so he nodded hurriedly and stammered: "That, senior brother, please ask, Montenegro will not dare to hide it." ”

Cheng Mo asked, "Why are you sealed underground?"

When Montenegro heard this, he immediately jumped up: "You...... You...... Are you the scum above?"

Cheng Mo was speechless for a moment, the scum above?

Could it be that they have called it for 10,000 years?

Answer the question. ”

Cheng Mo's eyes widened, his thoughts moved slightly, and the sword qi of the explosive sword rune was emitted, and Montenegro suddenly felt a headache and a swollen brain, very uncomfortable.

He shouted, "Stop, stop, I don't know what you're asking!"

Cheng Mo stopped his ability to explode the sword rune and continued to ask, "You have a hundred races, and what types are they?"

This Black Mountain Gate is clear, click it, the bamboo tube is like pouring beans, the head is the Tao, and even the talent ability of each race is not missing.

Cheng Mo nodded, it seems that this Black Mountain is not as useless as his people say.

It's just that I'm a little timid, but my memory is still good.

It turns out that the hundred races that have been sealed underground are actually the legendary demon races!

About the legend of the demon clan, Cheng Mo still knows, 10,000 years ago, the demon clan failed, disappeared, but he didn't expect to be sealed underground!

And these so-called demon clans are actually not monsters that evolved into human form from beast cultivation in myths and legends.

It's some humans who were born with the blood of some kind of ancient beast!

Once the abilities in the bloodline of these humans awaken, they will have the abilities of various ancient beasts, and their combat power is strong, but after all, they are a minority, so they will fight with ordinary humans and lose a big loss.

Cheng Mo carefully observed the Black Mountain, he was the demon of the Black Cloud Clan, with the bloodline of the Black Cloud Ancient Beast, but he did not awaken the power of the bloodline, so he was ridiculed and rejected by the people in the clan.

Cheng Mo originally wanted to impersonate, but after knowing the truth, he was 10,000 satisfied.

Black Mountain doesn't have the power to awaken the bloodline, and he has one less flaw when he pretends to be, which is really good.

Cheng Mo stood up and looked at the lively Hundred Clans Festival below, the grand ceremony of the Demon Clan?

He smiled slightly, in this world, there is no right or wrong, only success or failure.

This sentence echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: The Demon Clan Festival, how can it be without my participation?

- The end of this volume.