Time passed little by little, the sunset fell in the distant sky, and the peak was reflected by the oblique sun, as if the golden Buddha light, reflecting ten thousand rays of light.

On the square on the top of the peak, there were already nearly a hundred people standing, among which there were more than a dozen monks at the level of Daluo Realm, of which sixteen were the patriarchs of the sixteen great desolate tribes, and the remaining few were also the leaders of the most powerful tribes among the top 100 tribes.

In addition to them, the rest of the people are the most talented and quintessential people among the younger generations of their various ethnic groups, and only these people can go through the test of the ancient mountaineering trail and reach the peak.

Among them, the mixed pig clan has the largest number of people, with more than ten people in the column, and the mountain moving ape clan is the least, only Yuan Shanbai is alone.

The Mixed Pig Clan is the main bloodline descendant of Rahu, one of the Eight True Spirit Kings, and its ethnic group is very strong, and its comprehensive strength is even stronger than that of the Yingma Clan, and it is an extremely powerful force in the Barbarian Realm.

Its current patriarch was a tall middle-aged man, dressed in an eye-catching embroidered purple robe, covered with a half-length black-scaled armor, and his muscles bulged, looking full of explosive power.

His facial features were very ugly, his face seemed to have a layer of plate armor attached to it, raised spikes everywhere, a wide mouth as large as a toad, and a short purple whisker under his chin, which protruded like a steel needle, and looked quite resolute and fierce.

And the aura on his body is even more powerful, comparable to the late Da Luo monks.

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

That person was dressed in a snow-white robe, his appearance was handsome, and his gas was even more extraordinary, it was Bai Ze, the True Spirit King.

"Your Majesty, the Barbarian Clans have gathered, and there should be no one to climb on the Eight Desolations Ancient Road, why don't you start the Blood Ritual Conference?" asked the Mixed Pig Patriarch.

"Don't worry, wait for one more person, it's almost there. Bai Ze glanced at Xiao Bai, who had just woken up beside him, and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed roar was heard at the northern edge of the square, and a spider-like figure jumped up from under the mountain wall and fell to the square.

The person who came was none other than Han Li.

In addition to using the Heavenly Demon Suppression Technique and the True Spirit Bloodline, he also used the law of time as an aid, and it took three hours to finally reach the peak.

Xiao Bai 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 was also overjoyed and immediately greeted him.

The light on Han Li's body flashed, and the abnormality of the three heads and six arms completely disappeared, and he returned to his original state.

But the strange image he had changed before had fallen into the eyes of others, and the strange aura contained in his body was also noticed by everyone.

The elder elder of the mountain-moving ape clan only narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't have too much surprise, while the patriarchs of the other clans were a little uneasy.

"It's the Terrans...... Why can the Terrans climb our sacred mountain?" A middle-aged man with a short purple face, a face that resembled a leopard, and black fleshy wings on his back was the first to speak, his tone full of anger.

He is the patriarch of the Flying Leopard Clan, and this clan is also a descendant of the bloodline of the Han Zhu, but it is not as pure as the Suwu clan, and it is a partial branch bred by an ancestor in the Suwu clan.

Although they are also one of the sixteen desolate clans, they have always been a generation shorter than the Suwu clan.

"How can there be a true spirit aura on him, and there is more than one?" shouted another man with a halberd with a carved head, and the two wings behind him couldn't help but open slightly, and there was a gurgling sound between the wings, which was actually wrapped with silver wires.

This person is one of the sixteen desolate clans, the patriarch of the silver-winged Lei Peng clan.

Half of the other sixteen Great Desolate Clan Patriarchs were furious, and they wanted to kill Han Li as quickly as possible.

In the Qing Ape clan, a white-faced old man with a stiff figure saw this, but he only sneered secretly and did not speak.

He was the patriarch of the Qing Ape Clan, one of the few people among the Sixteen Great Desolate Clan Patriarchs who knew Han Li's identity in advance.

Qing Qing and Qing Qi were standing behind them, also looking at Han Li with resentment on their faces.

Bai Ze couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw that everyone's anger was growing.

"Patriarchs, don't be impatient, this Han Li Daoist was specially invited by the king to watch the ceremony. Lekima, who was standing behind him, immediately understood, and immediately came to the crowd and Han Li, announcing loudly.

When everyone heard this, they fell silent instantly, and although the doubts in their hearts were difficult to get rid of, no one spoke out to question again.

"Rest assured, this Han Daoyou is a friend of our barbarian clans, and it is he who found the solitary bloodline of the Ink-Eyed Pixiu King among the Eight Ancient Kings and escorted him all the way back. Lekima continued.

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

Obviously, some of Han Li's deeds had already spread among the Savage True Spirits.

Han Li was not surprised by everyone's reaction at all, his gaze swept over the square, and when his gaze fell on the people of the Suwu clan, his gaze couldn't help but froze slightly, it was him?

I saw a tall white-haired young man with a gloomy face standing at the front of the Suwu people, dressed in a white pale gold brocade robe, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a sly smile.

Of course, Han Li recognized at a glance that this person was the guy who had tried to rob him of the Dao Dan back then, and the latter also recognized him at a glance.

A thought popped up in the hearts of the two: it is really a narrow road......

And when Han Li's gaze shifted again, his gaze fell on the Heavenly Fox Clan again, and he found that in addition to the few people who had climbed the mountain before, there was actually a familiar figure in the crowd, and it was none other than Fox San.

Fox San's gaze met Han Li's, and they nodded to each other, and before they could make contact with each other, Han Li was stopped by Lekima and led to the center of the square.

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

The latter smiled and nodded, and glanced at the western sky, only to see that the sky was deep blue, and many stars had already appeared on it, flickering and releasing a faint light.

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

When the patriarchs of the various clans heard this, they immediately straightened out their clansmen and gathered in the square.

Bai Ze came to the front of everyone, swept his eyes over everyone, and said:

"Today's Blood Ritual Conference is a rare event for my barbarian clans for thousands of years, and the reason why it has not been held in the past cannot be told for many reasons. Now that the chaos of the entire fairy realm is gradually rising, I am afraid that it has reached the great catastrophe of heaven and earth that the ink-eyed Pixiu insight was insightful about, and my barbarian clans were engulfed in it, and it was also an unstoppable torrent. ”

When everyone heard this, they were puzzled, only the expressions of the patriarchs of the various clans changed suddenly, obviously knowing that there were not many people who left a prophecy behind by the True Spirit King Moyu.

Han Li naturally didn't know about this, but he had personally experienced the changes in the general trend of the Immortal Domain over the years, and he had somewhat smelled some of it, so he could understand what Bai Ze said better than some of the juniors in the Barbarian Clans.

The general trend of the world changes, only when the wind is at the beginning, or even before it rises, people who are aware of it and make preparations can not passively be wrapped in it when the wind and thunder rise, but can stand proudly at the head of the tide.

Xiao Bai stood beside Han Li, and although he didn't understand what it meant, he knew that it was a prophecy left by the ink-eyed Pixiu, so he listened very carefully.

"Today is the time to open the Barbarian Temple and open the Shura Blood Gate with the blood sacrifice, the position of the Eight Kings of the Barbarian has been vacant for a long time, and it is time to summon them back and reshape the glory of the Barbar. Bai Ze continued, his eyes flashing with a little golden light.

"Eight kings return to the throne and reshape the glory!"

"Eight kings return to the throne and reshape the glory!"

......

In just a few words, the passion of the barbarian races was instantly ignited, and they all shouted loudly.

When Han Li heard this, he had a slight doubt in his heart, could it be that this Blood Ritual Conference was some kind of sacrificial ritual to summon the rest of the missing True Spirit Kings?

"Sixteen Desolate Clans, where are the people of the blood worship of all races?" Bai Ze shouted.

Among the British and horses, Leechma walked out first, with a high chest and a lofty spirit, and stood at the front of the queue.

In the Sky Fox clan, Liu Le'er also stepped lightly and came to the clan.

Immediately afterward, among the Qing Ape Clan, the celebration also stepped out and came to the forefront, the fangs that had been broken by Han Li before had somehow been connected, and it looked as good as before.

Among the Sugo clan, the white-haired young man with a grim face walked out, standing in front of him with his arms folded.

Among the bastards, there stood a giant man in black scale armor, whose face was like that of a wild boar, his lips protruded, and among them there were three pairs of white teeth, curved like a hooked moon, and looked quite vicious.

In the silver-winged Lei Peng clan, walking out was a shirtless young man with high silver hair, with a golden thunder and lightning trace at the center of his eyebrows, and two wings on his back, which seemed to be entwined with electric wires, crackling from time to time.

The little white ape also walked to the front and looked towards Han Li.

Xiao Bai, who was standing beside Han Li, hesitated for a moment and glanced up at Han Li.

Han Li smiled and nodded, 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 Eight Kings of the Ancient Barbarian Wilderness, and the other eight clans, such as the Tongtian Rat Clan, the Hundred-legged Dragon Clan, the Bone Snake Clan, the Gibbon Clan, etc., all belong to the side branch bloodline.

One of them also came out of each of them to serve as a companion.

"All those who are in the blood worship will enter the temple with me, and the rest will remain in the square, waiting for the circle to open. Bai Ze ordered.

"Obey the king's commandment. The crowd shouted.

With that, Bai Ze turned around and walked towards a circular stone hall at the back of the square, while Likima and the others followed and walked in the direction of the stone hall.

"You also enter the temple. At this moment, Bai Ze suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Han Li, and said.