Book of Disaster

Moreover, a high-level martial spirit altar would often attract the covetousness of many top-level strongmen. If the barbarians really had such a high-level altar, how could it not have caused major riots and conflicts until now?

Bai Qi turned his head and looked at Xu Xuansu standing beside him. Among the crowd, no one was more knowledgeable than Xu Xuansu.

However, when she saw Bai Qi's gaze, she just shook her head. It was obvious that she didn't know what Man Xiong was talking about.

As if sensing the doubts in everyone's hearts, Barbarian Bear smiled, stood up and said directly:

"Come with me, and you will understand it when you see it with your own eyes."

……

The holy land of the barbarians, a huge mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles like a prehistoric behemoth, stands tall on the land of the barbarians.

Above the top of the mountain, there was a huge vortex of dark clouds swirling, like the roar of a giant beast, and the rumbling thunder made all the birds around fly away.

Occasionally, a few bright and thick thunders would burst out from the depths of the clouds and strike the mountain. The moment they struck, it was as if charging Jilei Mountain. A layer of flashing electric current would immediately surge through the surface of the mountain, and the entire mountain would emit a dazzling light, blindingly bright.

Not only that, the electric current surged from the bottom to the top of the mountain. Looking closely, the top of the mountain was dazzling and blazing, as if thousands of thunders had accumulated and flashed continuously, or as if there was a blazing sun, shining extraordinarily, and those electric currents were like young birds flying into the forest, all immersed in it.

The entire mountain range is at least two thousand meters high.

In front of this huge mountain, everyone is as small as an ant.

At this moment, Man Xiong and everyone else were standing at the foot of the mountain.

Feeling the earth-shattering power of the entire mountain, everyone was deeply shocked.

powerful!

Thick!

Just like a god standing there!

——The blazing power of thunder is simply too much to look at.

This is the sacred mountain of the barbarians, Jilei Mountain!

"Manxiong, is this the altar you mentioned?"

Bai Qi turned around and looked at Man Xiong with some surprise.

He had seen Man Xiong's martial soul, and it was exactly the same as the god-like mountain before him, except... Man Xiong's Jilei Mountain martial soul was just a pocket-sized miniature, formed from a portion of the essence of Jilei Mountain.

And before us is the barbarian holy land, Jilei Mountain, the first of the five holy mountains.

No one expected that Man Xiong would bring them here.

"Such a strong power of thunder!"

Standing at the foot of Jilei Mountain, Zhang Chi and Zhou Yixian were also filled with horror.

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that there were such terrifying mountains in the world. Not to mention the thunder on the top of the mountain, just the sparks of thunder pouring out from the edge were enough to make them feel a huge threat.

This is the true power of nature's thunder!

Each and every warrior is an unruly person!

The only thing that can truly make warriors feel awe is the power of nature, because it represents the original force of heaven and earth.

"Ah."

Man Xiong nodded at this time and said seriously:

"Mr. Bai, this is Jilei Mountain. The altar that I mentioned that can help you transform your martial spirit is at the top of the mountain."

"Since ancient times, our Barbarians have been at odds with the Humans and have had strained relations with all human empires. We are unable to enter human territory to awaken our martial spirits, or even evolve them, so we can only rely on ourselves. Fortunately, our Barbarians also have their own martial spirit altar."

"Our barbarian camps are usually secluded and hidden, but the Martial Soul Altar is different. All places where such things exist are special nodes with extremely special environments and landforms, which pose great risks."

Man Xiong said.

Bai Qi nodded. He had a deep understanding of this. When he awakened in the Wuhun Valley in the capital, he encountered the outbreak of the dark side of the world.

It just so happens that this kind of narrow pass and passage to the dark side of the world is a necessary condition for the existence of the Martial Soul Altar, and it can also be said to be its breeding ground.

Looking at the thunder-covered and dangerous Jilei Mountain in front of us, it is obviously the same.

In my ears, Man Xiong's voice continued to come:

"When our barbarians first awakened, they had some very simple, crude, and low-quality martial soul altars, which could only allow us to start practicing martial arts and meet the minimum requirements. But later, if we need to further evolve our martial souls, we must go to higher-quality martial soul altars. The highest-level altar in our barbarian tribe is the Holy Mountain Jilei Mountain."

Having said this, Man Xiong's expression became extremely pious.

"It's a sad thing. Over the years, our barbarian tribe has gradually declined. There are very few people who are qualified to enter Jilei Mountain through the first and second transformations."

Man Xiong said.

Rumble!

Just as he was speaking, the sky darkened, and with a loud noise like the sky was being torn apart, another bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed on Jilei Mountain. In an instant, countless electric currents surged through the red mountain body of Jilei Mountain. It seemed that the entire mountain had magnetic force, attracting the green grass under everyone's feet.

When the green grass leaned towards Jilei Mountain and entered its range, boom, an invisible wave seemed to suddenly awaken, and countless thick electric arcs gathered from all directions and attacked violently. In just a blink of an eye, the green grass that accidentally entered the range of Jilei Mountain was charred and lifeless.

Not only that, everyone then noticed that there was a very obvious dividing line between the red mountain of Jilei Mountain and the green land under their feet.

There is almost no grass on Jilei Mountain, not even any stones. It is bare, with only red and electric currents flowing everywhere.

The thick arcs of electricity seemed to be warning everyone that if they dared to step onto this red land, they would surely die.

"Oh my goodness, that glowing light source on the top of the mountain couldn't be accumulated thunder?"

Beside Bai Qi, Zhou Yixian's eyes were filled with amazement.

This was the first time he saw thunder gather together but not dissipate.

Just one bolt of lightning is powerful enough, let alone the accumulated thunder?

Not to mention, the Martial Soul Altar that Man Xiong mentioned was right on the top of the mountain where the thunder was most concentrated. He suddenly became even more curious and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, Man Xiong affirmed Zhou Yixian's words and nodded.

"That ball of lightning had been accumulating before Jilei Mountain became the holy mountain of our barbarian tribe. No one knows how long it has been accumulating. We only know that it is getting stronger day by day, as if there is no end."

"However, the martial spirit altar on the top of the mountain is also powerful because of this, and it can give the warriors who evolve their martial spirits here even more powerful strength."

As the royal family of the barbarians, obviously no one knows this holy mountain better than Man Xiong.

"In addition, Jilei Mountain is the holy mountain of the barbarians. As a holy mountain, it has considerable dangers. This danger is not man-made, but the will of the holy mountain itself - to expel all invaders who set foot in the holy mountain."

"My martial spirit is a miniature version of Jilei Mountain. To some extent, it is the favor of the holy mountain to me."