Cheng Mo was stunned in Montenegro, and gradually changed into his appearance.

A young man in his twenties, with a slightly dark complexion, looks honest.

Montenegro shouted, "You...... What are you doing here?"

Cheng Mo said with a smile: "You are too aggrieved to live, I will fight for you!"

Montenegro was still about to speak, Cheng Mo slapped his hand, and he suddenly couldn't move a little.

In an instant, Cheng Mo finished changing.

This technique of changing hands is still derived from the Korean War's change of day.

The method of change and concealment of the thief sect is unparalleled in the world, Cheng Mo combined three thousand methods, modified and created his own cultivation method, and naturally did not let go of this special practice. He was well aware of the changes in it, and at this time, with his eighth realm cultivation level, even if an ancestor of the ninth realm stood in front of him, he would not be able to see through his true body at all.

Cheng Mo waved his hand to untie the black mountain and asked, "Have all your clansmen left?"

Black Mountain shook his head and said, "No, after all, this is the foundation of our Bai clan, how can it be possible for all of them to leave, and it is only a small number of people who came to participate in the festival." ”

Cheng Mo asked again: "How many people do you have in total?"

Black Mountain said: "I don't know this, the underground world is very extensive, but the environment is also very harsh and dangerous, people die every day, and I am afraid no one can say the specific number." ”

"Someone dies every day?"

Cheng Mo was surprised, according to this probability, how many people would have to die in 10,000 years?

"Where does the danger come from?"

"It's mostly natural change, and the attacks of ferocious beasts. ”

"Beasts?"

"The natives of the underground, we are also invaders. ”

"What kind of class, what level?"

"There are all kinds, I'm afraid there are tens of thousands, and the highest level is the nine-headed ten-level fierce beast. ”

"Level ten?!"

Cheng Mo took a deep breath and couldn't help but call out perverts in his heart.

Above the ground, deep in the Hengduan Mountain Range, I haven't heard of a tenth-level beast!

And under this ground, there are actually tenth-level fierce beasts, or as many as nine!

One can imagine how many powerful minions there will be under these nine-headed beasts!

"So, are you just trying to survive in the cracks of the beasts?"

"Let's just say that, countless struggles have broken out between our two sides over the past ten thousand years, and if it weren't for the protection of the barbarian gods, it is estimated that our hundred races would have perished long ago. ”

"What is the origin of the barbarian god?"

"The barbarian god is the totem of our demon race, the spiritual pillar, all the clansmen have to rely on the manifestation of the barbarian god to complete the power to stimulate the bloodline, it can be said that without the barbarian god, there will be no development and strength of our hundred races. ”

Cheng Mo didn't know much about the existence of totems, but seeing the adoring expression on Montenegro's face, he could also guess a little bit.

He continued to ask, "Have you fought with the beasts, and the barbarian gods have ever made a move?"

Montenegro looked at Cheng Mo strangely: "The totem is the desire of the people, and the supreme will condensed is condensed, how can it interfere in the battle of mortals?"

Cheng Mo nodded secretly, it seems that this [barbarian god] is not an incomparably powerful existence, the spirit manifests the god, Cheng Mo has heard of such a thing.

In ancient times, it was indeed possible to condense a special existence from the desire of the human heart and the convergence of the spirit. In modern times, there is a lack of faith, everyone yearns for freedom, and spiritual miracles have never appeared again!

Almost asked, Cheng Mo smiled: "Now I will take you into my space, I will unify your spirit, whatever you want, I can help you realize it, even if it is to thank you for providing me with these ...... Help!"

He didn't care about Montenegro's resistance, he slapped his hand, and the super energy was sent out, directly pulling out a trace of Montenegro's spirit and connecting it with his own spirit.

Black Mountain's eyes widened, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Cheng Mo smiled: "Let's go, now you are me, I am you, let's go and break through this hundred tribe festival!"

Montenegro was accepted into the temple by him, a special place, the two people shared a common vision, Cheng Mo's eyesight was so strong that Montenegro couldn't help but swallow saliva.

After collecting the hidden magic circle, Cheng Mo swaggered towards the middle of the altar, where a competition was in full swing. According to Montenegro, this competition is the tradition of the hundred clans, and each clan selects a master of the eighth realm to compete for the top ten rankings. This ranking determines the ten-year resource tilt, and the ten races will get ten years of leapfrog development, without having to participate in resisting the invasion of fierce beasts and participating in the development of resources!

Cheng Mo walked into the crowd and went straight to a black platform.

This platform is the registration office for participating in the competition of the ten races.

He wants to sign up for these top ten competitions to feel the cultivation level of the elites of the hundred ethnic groups.

According to Montenegro's guidance, Cheng Mo reported all the information of Montenegro, and threw out a drop of his essence blood as an identity record.

Got a black iron plaque!

Cheng Mo followed a passage with the appearance of a black mountain, and soon came to a rest ground.

This resting place is actually a spatial circle arranged on top of this huge altar!

He stepped into it, and when he saw the masters of the hundred clans sitting on the ground.

There are men and women, dressed in different attire, revealing the dress style of each race.

It is also possible to infer the race to which they belong based on these clothes.

Cheng Mo observed it slightly and found that they were all young men and women!

Not even a single one over twenty years old!

And the black mountain he is dressed up as, not surprisingly, should be the oldest of them......

The Eighth Realm that is not even twenty years old?

And still as many as a hundred?!

Cheng Mo was really surprised this time, and he couldn't name it!

The level of cultivation beneath the ground is so amazing?

Montenegro felt Cheng Mo's surprise and explained slightly: "These people are the darlings of the clan, and ten years of preparation are just for today's competition, so there is nothing to be surprised at, there will never be more than five young masters like them in various races." ”

I see.

Presumably, it is the harsh underground environment, frequent fights, and abundant resources that can create such a young master.

But the ninth realm, it's not so easy, there is no secret realm here, there is no immortal energy, if you want to be promoted, you can only rely on your own talent. Therefore, there are very few masters in the ninth realm here, and there may not be one among the clan!

The Black Cloud Clan, where Montenegro is located, is still a relatively powerful clan, and there are two ancestors in the Ninth Realm!

Montenegro also came to this place for the first time, and it was not much more familiar than Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo looked at it for a while before his eyes fell on a girl dressed in black.

Black Mountain said: "This girl is the genius of my Black Cloud Clan, Hei Hui." Hey, what do you want to do? Don't go there!"

Cheng Mo's spirit said: "Why? It's all from the Black Cloud Clan, a family, why don't you go over and say hello?"

He walked to Hei Hui's side in two steps, and said with a smile, "Senior Sister Huihui, I'm here." ”

Immediately, the people around him were alarmed by him, and they all looked at Cheng Mo with a dead man's gaze.

"How...... What's wrong?" Cheng Mo looked around, puzzled.

A girl next to her reminded: "Don't go to find yourself in trouble, three people have already withdrawn from the competition just now, and they were all beaten by her!"

Cheng Mo glanced at her, wearing red clothes with a trace of cloud patterns on them, he should be the master of the Huoyun Clan.

He smiled and took a few steps towards Hei Hui, and sat down directly next to Hei Hui.

"This kid is looking for death!?" someone couldn't help but say.

The girl from the Huoyun Clan glanced at Cheng Mo, shook her head helplessly, and continued to close her eyes and recuperate.

There was actually another person who went to molest Hei Hui, who had just crippled the three hundred clans?

The elites of the entire rest room were immediately alarmed.

They all turned their heads to look at the guy who didn't know how to write dead letters.

When he saw that Cheng Mo was wearing the clothes of the Black Cloud Clan, he let out an oh, but his eyes were even more excited.

Everyone here knows that Heihui's younger brother was abandoned by the Black Cloud Clan as an outcast in a battle, so she hates other clansmen very much, and she is even more ruthless, if it weren't for a father pressing on it, maybe this chick would have turned the sky up and quit the Black Cloud Clan!

Cheng Mo sat down next to Hei Hui, smelled the girl's special body fragrance, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Huihui, I am Montenegro, this time I will compete for the top ten, why don't you just give it to me?"