Chapter 1193 ancestor

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The center of Wanxue City is an ancient building with an extremely wide area.
Members of the Union Council work on weekdays, just outside the building in this ancient building complex.
It is said that there is only one race in this ancient building group, that is, the Shaman family who can communicate with the ancestors of the Holy Spirit.
Ding Ning specifically asked about the location of the Confucius Mountain. According to her, this ancient building is actually at the entrance to the Holy Mountain.
It is generally believed that the ancestral mausoleum in the deepest part of the ancient building is the only way to enter the holy mountain. It is regarded as a forbidden place by the Yaozu, and only the actual controller of the Wanxiong City is eligible to enter.
However, Kong Lei told him that strictly speaking, entering the holy mountain from the ancestral tomb is only a relatively safe passage.
In fact, there are far more than one passage into the holy mountain. The peacocks had inadvertently discovered three hidden passages leading to the holy mountain in order to find the spirit of the five elements for her.
Only these three channels are full of all kinds of horrible murders. The Peacocks also paid the lives of countless powerful people and barely got through one of them.
At the beginning, Kong Lei quietly sneaked into the holy mountain through the passage under the protection of the strong Peacock, and gained the spirit of the Five Elements and half of the charm.
Just to let Kong Lei regret that the passage does not reach the deepest part of the holy mountain, and there is no way to the end.
Ding Ning doesn't understand this very much. Since it is a holy mountain, how can it be nowhere?
Kong Lei reveals the color of his heart, telling him that he only knows the horror when he arrives there. The end of the road is gray, like a chaos like the end of the road. If it is forced, it will be torn by the space crack that appears out of thin air. Fragmentation.
Ding Ning's face is not moving, but my heart is secretly trying to figure out. I don't know if it is the end of the road, or the chaos is in chaos.
According to Kong Lei's description, he gave birth to an unbelievable and bold idea, wondering whether the passage would be an incomplete avenue of the ancient avenues of the ancient genitals, but not true. The real space of existence, otherwise, how could it be broken.
Not only that road, he even suspects that even the holy mountain is actually a source of countless powers after death, and this possibility is enormous.
His speculation is not whimsical, because there is no reason to know how the sacred mountain appeared and when it appeared. It is born out of thin air, without warning, without any record, as if it existed in ancient times. Like, no one can say exactly where the holy mountain is.
I can't see or touch it. Only when I enter it, I will suddenly realize that I am already in the holy mountain, giving people a sense of mystery that I don’t know the true colors of the mountains. I can’t help but imagine. Measured horizontally.
Ding Ning also recently came up with this idea. Everyone knows that the holy mountain is in the city of Wanxue. He also knows that the way to enter is the ancestor's tomb. He can let him know how to detect it. After penetrating the tomb, he knows In the middle of a chaotic land of nothingness, there is no way to see the true beauty of the holy mountain.
There are no signs of spatial fluctuations, no traces of formation, and the Holy Mountain cannot be in another space. Therefore, Ding Ning boldly made the above speculation.
On the day before the wedding, after fasting and bathing in the morning, Ding Ning wore a golden leather coat with a retro style, and it was covered with various animal carvings. Under the crowd of the mighty Yiren children, wearing a white ritual The foxes of the robes are slowly moving into this ancient building.
Along the way, Ding Ning looked awe-inspiring, ignoring the autumn wave that Peng Tianjie frequently sent out in the same distance, and the gods turned into thousands of fine lines, exploring the ancient and mysterious place.
The complex is made up of ancient and magnificent palaces. It is consistent with the rough style of the Yaozu. The top of the temple is a hundred feet away from the ground, allowing people to walk in and give birth to their own feelings of smallness.
A large stone pillar and a blue-grey temple roof and surrounding walls are engraved with numerous patterns of exotic animals, birds, flowers and fish, plus a mysterious and primitive symbol, forming a world of totems.
Ding Ning regrets that these totems have obviously lost their proper power under the erosion of years, and the energy released by a few torn totems can only make this palace group linger under the erosion of time.
The history of the Yaozu is far older than human beings, and can even find some of the mysteries of the world from the original totem prints.
It’s a pity.
Ding Ning secretly sighs, this ancient totem palace group runs through the history of the entire Yaozu. If it can be preserved intact, it has extremely valuable and significant significance for studying the origin of the whole world. "Open the altar!"
With the shouting of the hulk big shaman's long tone, Ding Ning and others finally passed through the entire palace group and came to the ancestral ancestral ancestral hall.
Looking up, this is an ancient Tallinn-style mausoleum with a wide area, and you can't see the head. In the distance, the ancient stone towers carved with various birds and beasts are row upon row, overflowing with strong or weak power. It’s a feeling of awe-inspiring feelings.
The team stayed in a square paved by bluestone slabs. At the entrance to Taring, there was a huge altar. After the big shaman shouted, he trembled in front of the altar and waited for other shamans. 's arrival
The winged people were the first to arrive. Not long after, the peacocks, the nine-tailed birds, the Medusa, the Hezu, and other races that had women to marry came in.
The girls such as Zique, Huaque, Heling, Baiqier, Konglei, etc. are dressed in costumes and are standing in the forefront by their respective ethnic groups.
Everyone's face was pious and solemn, watching the foxes and shamans dressed in the white robes and the big shaman gather together to worship the altar, and then stood up and stood up, and the special person put on the fresh fruit and meat. Merits such as fine wine are placed on the altar.
Then, a group of foxes, Shaman, hand in hand, with words in their mouths, mourning the old language, dancing ancient dances in front of the altar, the dance is not beautiful, but it is like a group of dancers.
Ding Ning couldn't help but almost squirted out. How do you feel that these shamans are like the goddess of the country jumping in the country? The buttocks are twisted, oh, absolutely full of joy.
But the next moment, he couldn't smile. The old altar seemed to be spiritual. It seemed to be aware of his disrespect. He even secreted a hidden to lock him.
Ding Ning's smile was stiff and faded on his face. He felt as if he had been stared by an ancient beast. A chill went straight to the heavens along the vertebrae, causing his scalp to fry and creeps.
The thick crisis of life and death made him a big enemy, the muscles of his body were instantly tightened, and the gods knew that they were ready to stick to the sea. The fear that could not be resisted was spread wildly in the heart, and there was no resistance to this god. Know the confidence of the attack.
Fortunately, this seems to only feel that he is disrespectful and made a warning. After his smile converged, he quickly recovered. The alarm was lifted. Ding Ning was as soft as his legs, and he felt that he had left before the ghost gate. Once, a breeze blew, the coolness made him shudder, and he was shocked to know when the back had been soaked in cold sweat.
Ding Ning was afraid of it, never dared to slack off, his face was solemn and dignified, and he could not squint and admire the ridiculous group of foxes and shamans.
Gradually, all of Ding Ning's minds were gradually attracted by the dance of the Fox Shaman. It seemed to be funny and ridiculous, but it was full of unique rhythm and beauty. In the end, it was faintly integrated with the heavens and the earth. In front of him, he slowly opened a vivid picture.
A giant mountain that exudes the rhythm of the silk passes through the void, and as the dance steps of the fox shamans continue to dance, slowly and gradually become solid, and fall on the earth and merge with the half of the illusory mountain. .
This is... the holy mountain, or the sacred mountain.
Ding Ning’s mind was like a lightning bolt, and suddenly there was a clear realization, but the bottom of my heart set off a stormy wave, and the eyes that looked at the altar were filled with unpredictable horror.
This altar is actually made of the soul of the holy mountain. With the dance of the fox shaman and the ancient mantra, the complete holy mountain can be summoned from the void space.
Numerous doubts in my heart have also been solved. It is no wonder that Kong Lei said that the ancestral mausoleum could not know where the holy mountain is. No wonder she would have no way to go in the middle of the road. It is no wonder that the fruit that has been discovered occasionally over the years is no wonder. Are incomplete existence...
The original sacred mountain was evolved from countless Taoist origins, between illusion and reality. The vain land behind the ancestral mausoleum is only the origin of the incomplete road, while the other half of the Taoyuan is hidden in nothing. Among them, only the fox shaman can summon it through the strange dance steps to form a complete true holy mountain.
Ding Ning's pupils flashed a strange purple mang, and the line of sight seemed to cross the emptiness of the sacred mountain, and the breathing became heavy and rushed.
Because he found that the illusory and sacred sacred mountain was clearly visible in his eyes at the moment of integration, there seems to be no secret at all.
He saw that the scrolls were slowly unfolding, and the colorful roads were filled with singularly singular lines of fruit scattered irregularly throughout the holy mountain; countless decaying bones felt the revival of the holy mountain and revived, From the depths of the earth, the trepidation stretches out the horrible bone claws, and the greedy grasps the fruit of the rhyme. The depths of the holy mountain, the ripples of the dragonfly keep flashing, the horrible murder Repressing the ages, the horrible screams of the terrible bones that dare to stretch out their claws; deeper, filled with heart-warming horror...
The speed of the integration of the sacred mountains is very fast. Ding Ning has not had time to see the secrets of the deeper, and the illusory mountains are completely integrated into a condensed sacred mountain. All kinds of terrible scenes disappear and let him linger. No, if you can give him more time, maybe he can see through the true secrets of the Holy Mountain, the most inferior, and can find a safe path to the deepest part of the Holy Mountain.
Of course, there is no absolutely safe path in the holy mountain. For him, being able to avoid those terrible carrions is a relatively safe path. Although it is only a moment, it allows him to glimpse the general path around the holy mountain, but The biggest threat is in the deepest part of the holy mountain. The dense fog is filled with horrible horror, which makes him unable to understand.
The altar is the spirit of the Holy Mountain. Perhaps, through it, it can reproduce the true face of the Holy Mountain.
However, this altar is powerful and terrible. It is just a negligible warning of the gods. It gives him the ability to resist without resistance. How can he communicate with it and gain its recognition?
Ding Ning’s eyes fell on the altar for a long time, and the altar was like a dead object. There was no reaction, as if the strong sense of the past was not from it.
Ding Ning thought hard about how to communicate with the altar, but unfortunately, he wanted to break his head and could not think of a perfect strategy.