Chapter 1178 You Also Entered the Palace

Time passed bit by bit, the setting sun in the distant sky was falling, and the setting sun was shining on the top of the peak, like the light of the Buddha on the golden top, reflecting thousands of rays of light.

There are nearly a hundred people standing in the square on the top of the peak. Among them, there are more than a dozen monks in the Great Luo Realm. Sixteen of them are the patriarchs of the Sixteen Great Desolate Clans, and the rest are from the top 100 tribes. The leader of the most powerful tribes.

Except for them, the rest of them are the most talented and the most pure blood among the younger generation of their various ethnic groups. Only these people can go through the test of the ancient mountaineering trail and climb to the peak.

Among them, the Hunbi clan has the largest number of people, with more than ten members, and the Moshanyuan clan is the least, with only Yuan Shanbai alone.

The Hunbi clan is the main bloodline descendant of Luohu, one of the Eight Great True Spirit Kings. Its clan is very strong, and its comprehensive strength is even stronger than that of the Yingma clan. It is an extremely powerful force in the barren realm.

Its current patriarch is a tall middle-aged man, dressed in an eye-catching embroidered purple robe, covered with a half-length black scale armor, his muscles are bulging, and he looks full of explosive power.

His facial features are very ugly, his face seems to be covered with a layer of plate armor, and there are protruding spikes everywhere, a wide mouth is as big as a toad, and there is a short purple beard under his jaw, which protrudes like a steel needle. It looks quite resolute and fierce.

And the aura on his body is even more powerful, comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of Da Luo.

At this moment, his gaze was sweeping across the entire square, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes. After a little hesitation, he came to the center of the square, and bowed to a person standing in the center.

That person was dressed in a snow-white robe, with a handsome appearance and an extraordinary demeanor. He was the True Spirit King Bai Ze.

"Your Majesty, all the wild tribes have gathered, and there should be no one to climb the ancient road of the Eight Desolation, why not start the blood sacrifice meeting?" the head of the Hunbi clan asked.

"Don't worry, just wait for one more person, and we'll be there soon." Bai Ze glanced at Xiao Bai, who had just woken up, and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a depressing growl from the northern edge of the square, and a spider-like figure jumped up from the mountain wall and landed on the square.

The person who came was none other than Han Li.

In addition to using the Tiansha Prison Suppressing Technique and the blood of the true spirit, he also used the law of time as an aid. After spending three hours, he finally climbed to the top of the peak.

Xiaobai saw Han Li bathed in the golden light on the top of the mountain at a glance, and immediately ran towards him.

Liu Le'er on the other side also had a happy face, and immediately went up to meet her.

There was a flash of light on Han Li's body, and the strange shape with three heads and six arms disappeared completely, and he returned to his original state.

But the weird image he transformed before has fallen into the eyes of others, and the strange aura contained in him has also been noticed by everyone.

The long-browed old man of the Moving Mountain Ape Clan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't show much surprise, while the patriarchs of the other clans were a little uneasy.

"It's the human race...why can the human race ascend to our holy mountain?" A middle-aged man with a purple face and short beard, who looks like a leopard and has black wings on his back, spoke first, his tone full of anger .

It is the patriarch of the Flying Leopard Clan, which can also be regarded as the blood descendants of Zhuwu, but it is not as pure as the Zouwu clan, and is a partial branch descended from a certain ancestor of the Zouwu clan.

Although they are also one of the 16 Great Desolate Clans, they are always a generation shorter than the Zouwu Clan.

"How could there be more than one kind of true spirit breath on him?" Another man holding a halberd with carved head shouted loudly, the two wings behind him couldn't help but spread slightly, and there was a rattling sound between the wings. There is actually a silver wire wrapped around it.

This person is one of the 16 Great Desolate Clans, the patriarch of the Silver Winged Lei Peng Clan.

Half of the other patriarchs of the sixteen Great Desolate Clans were shocked and furious, and wanted to kill Han Li quickly.

Among the Qingyuan clan, a white-faced old man with a stooped figure saw this, but he just sneered secretly and did not speak.

He was the patriarch of the Qing Yuan clan, one of the few patriarchs of the Sixteen Great Desolate clans who knew Han Li's identity in advance.

Qing Lian and Qing Chu stood behind him, looking at Han Li with resentment on their faces.

Seeing the growing anger of the crowd, Bai Ze couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Patriarchs, be safe and don't be impatient. This friend Han Li was specially invited by the king to watch the ceremony." Li Qima, who was standing behind him, immediately understood and came to the crowd and Han Li first, announcing loudly.

When everyone heard this, they fell silent instantly. Although the doubts in their hearts were hard to get rid of, no one questioned them again.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist Han is a friend of our savage tribes. He is the one who found the solitary blood of the Moyan Pixiu King among the eight ancient kings, and escorted him all the way back." Li Qima continued.

"It turned out to be him..." someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Apparently some deeds of Han Li have already been spread among the Wild Spirits.

Han Li's reaction to the crowd was not surprising at all. His gaze swept across the square, and when his gaze fell on the Zouwu clan, his gaze froze slightly. It was him?

I saw a tall, white-haired young man with a sullen face standing in the front of the Zouwu people. He was wearing a white and pale gold brocade robe, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a sly smile.

Of course Han Li recognized him at a glance. This person was the guy who tried to rob him of his Dao Pill back then, and the latter also recognized him at a glance.

A thought came to the minds of the two of them at the same time: It's really a narrow road to the enemy...

And when Han Li's gaze shifted again, his eyes fell on the Tianhu tribe again. He found that besides the few people who had climbed up the mountain before, there was a familiar figure in the crowd, and it was Hu San.

Hu San's eyes met Han Li's, and they nodded to each other. Before they could connect with each other, Han Li was stopped by Li Qima and led to the center of the square.

"I've met the True Spirit King." Han Li cupped his fists and saluted Bai Ze.

The latter nodded with a smile, and glanced at the western sky, only to see that the sky was dark blue, and many stars had already appeared on it, emitting faint light twinkling and twinkling.

"The time is just right, the ceremony is ready to start." Bai Ze nodded and said to himself.

When the patriarchs heard the words, they immediately rectified their clansmen and gathered neatly in the square.

Bai Ze came to the front of the crowd, glanced at them, and said:

"Today's Blood Sacrifice Conference is a rare event in our wild tribes for tens of thousands of years. There are many reasons why it has not been held in the past. Now that the entire fairyland is gradually becoming chaotic, I am afraid that it has reached the point where the ink-eyed Pixiu understood it back then. The catastrophe of heaven and earth, and our wild tribes are engulfed in it, and the torrent is also irresistible."

When everyone heard this, they were very puzzled, only the patriarchs of the various clans changed their expressions suddenly. It was obvious that there were not many people who knew the prophecies left by the true spirit king Moyu.

Han Li naturally didn't know about this, but he experienced the general changes in the Immortal Territory over the years, and he could smell something, so he could understand what Bai Ze said better than some juniors among the wild tribes.

The general trend of the world is changing. Only those who are aware of and prepare for the wind when it starts to rise, or even before it blows up, can stand proudly at the head of the tide without being passively engulfed in it when the wind and thunder suddenly rise.

Xiaobai stood beside Han Li, although he didn't understand what it meant, but he knew it was the prophecy left by Moyan Pixiu, so he listened very carefully.

"Today is the time to open the Savage Temple and Shura's Blood Gate with the sacrifice of the blood sacrifice. The position of the Eight Kings of the Savage has been vacant for a long time. It is time to call them back and restore the glory of the Savage." Bai Ze continued, eyes There is a little golden light shining in it.

"Eight kings return to their thrones, reshape the glory!"

"Eight kings return to their thrones, reshape the glory!"

...

With just a few words, the passion of the wild people was instantly ignited, causing them to shout loudly.

When Han Li heard this, he felt a little puzzled. Could it be that this blood sacrifice conference was some kind of sacrificial ceremony to summon the rest of the missing true spirit kings?

"Sixteen Desolate Clans, where are the blood priests of each clan?" Bai Ze shouted.

Among the Yingma clan, Lechma walked out first, with a high chest and an imposing manner, standing at the front of the queue.

Among the Tianhu clan, Liu Le'er also stepped forward lightly and came to the clansman.

Immediately afterwards, among the Qing ape clan, Qing Lian also stepped forward and came to the forefront. His fangs, which were broken by Han Li before, had been connected somehow, and they looked as if they had never been before.

Among the Zouwu clan, the grim-faced white-haired young man walked out, and stood in front of him with his arms folded.

Among the gangsters stood a giant iron tower man in black scale armor. His face was like a wild boar, with protruding lips, and there were three pairs of sharp white teeth, which were curved like crescent moons, looking quite ferocious.

Among the Silver-winged Lei Peng clan, a shirtless young man with tall silver hair stepped out. There was a golden lightning trace between his eyebrows, and two wings grew on his back, which seemed to be wrapped with electric wires, crackling from time to time.

The little white ape from the mountain-moving ape clan also walked to the front and looked towards Han Li.

Xiao Bai, who was standing next to Han Li, hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Han Li.

Han Li smiled and nodded at him, and Xiao Bai left his side and came to the front of the team.

The people of these eight tribes are the direct bloodline descendants of the ancient barbaric eight kings. As for the other eight tribes, such as the Tongtian Mouse tribe, Centipede Dragon tribe, Bone Snake tribe, Tongbrachia tribe, etc., they all belong to collateral bloodlines.

Among them, there is also one person each, who will act as a sacrificial companion.

"All blood priests, enter the temple with me, and the rest stay on the square, waiting for the magic circle to open." Bai Ze ordered.

"I would like to abide by the royal order." Everyone shouted.

After finishing speaking, Bai Ze turned around and walked towards a round stone hall at the back of the square, Li Qima and others followed and also walked towards the stone hall.

"You also enter the palace." At this time, Bai Ze suddenly stopped, turned to look at Han Li, and said.