The fire crow turned into streams of light and passed by the low altitude. Ji Hao stood above the head of the fire crow, looking down at the bottom.

With a roar of 'gaga', the fire crow put away his wings and passed through the gap of more than ten feet wide between two steep peaks. The front suddenly became clear. A valley surrounded by the peaks was more than a hundred miles long and the widest place was a valley of more than thirty miles suddenly in sight.

The mountain high above the sky is Jinwu Ridge, the holy land of the Fire Crow tribe. The Fire Crow nesting among the giant green mulberry trees on the Jinwu Ridge is said to have the ancient sacred three-legged Golden Crow bloodline, just like the members of the Fire Crow tribe, and is the most powerful war beast in the Fire Crow tribe.

At the end of the valley, a mulberry forest was planted more than ten miles wide, and countless bird nests were built between the branches. Large groups of fire crows about two feet long were hovering and flying over the woods, but did not make any sound.

When Ji Hao rode the giant crow to the mulberry forest, all the fire crows hovering in the air fell on the trees, staring at Ji Hao and the giant crows without saying a word. They slowly spread their wings, pressing their chests close to the branches as if they were throwing their bodies, and paying tribute to the giant crows in their own unique way.

Ji Hao blew a whistle and the giant crow blew a whistle. The giant crow flapped his wings and turned into a flame to rush straight into the sky. He circled more than ten miles away from the ground and flew towards the top of Jinwuling Mountain.

Countless red eyes of the little fire crows condensed on Ji Hao, and the mulberry forest was filled with an extremely strange and solemn aura.

He waved to the countless little fire crows around him and greeted him. Ji Hao followed a path of sheep intestines that was only three feet wide in the mulberry forest.

As the breeze blew, the branches and leaves of the mulberry forest swayed, making a rustling sound. From a distance, the mulberry forest, which was only a dozen miles in radius, suddenly became particularly deep and wide. Ji Hao ran along the path for half a quarter of an hour, and his body brought a large afterimage, almost fifty miles away. Two giant green mulberry trees that were towering into the clouds appeared in front of him, with nearly a hundred people holding the trunks of trees, but they could not be seen outside the dense forest.

Two giant green mulberry trees are seven or eight feet apart, and dozens of huge branches wind together to form an arch that emits a faint flame. Ji Hao walked in from the arch, and the heat waves around him rolled, and a dense forest that could not be seen at all appeared in front of him.

At the edge of the dense forest, a huge vaulted wooden house was built with logs of several people. A wooden stake more than three meters thick on the top of the wooden house was tens of feet high. A wooden platform of a hundred feet size was built on it. A golden fire crow bone with a wingspan of about one hundred feet was standing proudly on the wooden platform.

Although only one skeleton was left, the bones of this fire crow emitted an extremely powerful aura of prehistoric times, vast and endless, like a vast ocean covering the entire dense forest. At first glance, this skeleton was like a ball of hot sun floating in the air dozens of feet above the ground.

What is surprising is that the skeleton of this fire crow has three leg bones, which is the body of a three-legged giant crow.

Ji Hao looked at the giant crow skeleton that still exuded great pride and endless fighting spirit, and refused to collapse after his death. He bowed deeply to it three times and prayed quietly for a few words.

Slowing down, Ji Hao walked briskly to the huge wooden house, gently approached the wooden door more than six feet high, and looked inward through the crack of the door.

The space inside the wooden house is extremely wide enough to accommodate thousands of people.

The floor of the wooden house was paved with heavy stone strips, leaving a fire pit of two meters long and wide in the middle. A large bonfire was burning, and a giant beast was burning clean. The beast meat had been roasted to the point of burning yellow and oil sprayed, and a large amount of oil dripped into the bonfire. The wooden house was full of rich meat fragrance.

Dozens of huge clay wine jars are placed beside the fire pit for people to use. From time to time, shriveled and thin old men or tall and majestic men grab the wine jars and fill the wine bowls carved from stones.

Surrounding the fire pit, dozens of thin old men and burly men were sitting. Everyone ate meat with stern faces and drank wine with big bowls. Apart from the sound of cutting meat with stone knife and the movement of the stone bowls filled with fine wine, there was only the "whistling" sound of the bonfire burning in the entire wooden house.

When Ji Hao came, most of the giant beasts smoked on the bonfire had been eaten. After Ji Hao looked around for less than a quarter of an hour, the giant beasts even had their bones chopped down, all their bone marrow was taken out, and they were eaten by the big men. All the wine in the jar was completely drunk, and even a drop of wine could not be poured out.

A man with a height of more than three meters, long hair tied behind his head into a thick braid with his arms, his eyes were slender like snake eyes, and his evil spirit suddenly grabbed a wine jar beside him, slapped the ground, slapped the jar and the stone strips under him at the same time.

The loud noise broke the stiff tranquility of death in the wooden house.

"I've eaten enough, drunk enough, tell me serious things!" The man slowly stood up, and a wave of heat spread out from his majestic body. His body seemed to fill the entire wooden house, and the space in the house seemed to have become much smaller.

"Ji Xia, you are no longer the most powerful warrior of our generation ten years ago! Look at your skinny appearance, since your witch cave was broken ten years ago, you are no longer a great witch, you are just an ordinary tribe member!"

The big man pointed at the bonfire and his face was yelling at a big man at the gate: "What qualifications do you have to be the leader of the Warrior of the Fire Crow Tribe? What qualifications do you have to be the guardian warrior of the Fire Crow Tribe? What qualifications do you have to be in charge of the Holy Land of our tribe?"

The big man who was accused of questioning slowly stood up. His skeleton was extremely strong, even one head taller than the provocative big man. However, no muscles were seen on his magnificent body, and his skin was tightly pressed against the bones. His whole person was like a skeleton frame, which could fall down even if blown by the wind.

Ji Xia, Ji Hao's biological father, was once the most powerful warrior of the Fire Crow tribe!

However, when Ji Hao was born, he was attacked in the ancestral temple of the holy land Jinwuling. In order to protect Ji Hao and his wife, Ji Xia was seriously injured by the attacking troops of his mortal enemy Heishui Xuanshe tribe. Over the years, Ji Xia's body has become increasingly dry, and many people believe that he has lost the power of the past.

Ji Hao clenched his fists and looked at Ji Xia, and the scene of Ji Xia fighting bloody battles to protect him kept flashing in front of him. Ji Xia's majestic body blocked the enemy's shameless sneak attack and wild attacks, and stubbornly protected his young life.

Ji Hao still clearly remembers that Ji Xia's blood was so hot on her body.

Squinted, Ji Hao glanced deeply at the magnificent man who stood up and took the initiative to provoke.

Standing there steadily, Ji Xia smiled gently: "So brother Ji Hun, what do you think should be?"

In the crowd, a young man with a big body shorter than the strong man next to him and a bit of a green face suddenly rushed out, pointing at Ji Xia's nose and cursing: "Old waste! Do you need to say it? I obediently take your Qingyi tribe's Zhaocao Po-mother and that little bastard, get out, let my father become the leader of the warrior of the Fire Crow tribe and sit in the holy land of our tribe!"

The young man raised his head and shouted: "There are a few days left to be the ancestor worship ceremony. The leaders of all the tribes of the Fire Crow tribe will come to the holy land to worship their ancestors. In front of so many tribes, you can get out of here by yourself!"

‘Old waste’? Recruiting disaster-whole-mother?

Ji Hao laughed loudly and rushed to his forehead with anger. He didn't care that the wooden house was a solemn place where the Fire Crow tribe discussed tribal affairs. He jumped up and kicked open the heavy door.

Two doors hit the wall heavily, and with a loud bang, Ji Hao rushed into the wooden house with one step.

"Little Babies, who are you scolding?" Ji Hao cursed, and spit forward with seals on his hands. A ball of fire spewed out from the bonfire and wrapped the boy in.
Chapter completed!