Chapter 675: The Holy Mountain of Death
It is a place of hopeless death, suffocating by the oppressive breath, dull hearts, and the weak-willed may commit suicide.
The sky was yellow, and the earth was black.
Ye Xingchen stepped on the red black earth with the soles of his feet and walked in the direction of the White Bone Mountain.
It's not that he doesn't want to stay away from the White Bone Mountain, after all, a continuous White Bone Mountain is very frightening, and it is definitely a dangerous place.
But no matter which direction he went, he would eventually go to the White Bone Mountain.
This kind of scene is very familiar, and I also encountered this kind of scene when I was in the Magic Mountain.
Ye Xingchen guessed that there was an invisible force here, distorting the space, making the space overlap, he seemed to be not far from the White Bone Mountain, but I am afraid that it was no longer in a space.
The White Bone Mountain may be the center of this place, and no matter which direction he goes, he is going to the White Bone Mountain.
The red black earth, wisps of red black mist rose, Ye Xingchen stepped on a dry bone, and with a click, the already fragile bones were suddenly trampled to pieces.
On the way to the White Bone Mountain, from time to time, skeletons appeared, with human and animal shapes, coming from multiple races.
The more he walked in the direction of the White Bone Mountain, the more depressed and dignified the atmosphere became, as if there were 100,000 mountains pressing on his chest, making him very dull.
This dull feeling comes from the depths of the body, and there is an innumerable feeling, which makes people feel stuffy, depressed, and suffocated anyway.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, strange and strange voices sounded, like three thousand gods and demons roaring, like one hundred thousand Buddhas chanting.
Scenes appeared in front of Ye Xingchen's eyes, there were gods and demons fighting, Buddha preaching, and the emperor roaring, shattering the three thousand worlds.
Every picture that flashed past him was very surprised by the contents inside.
"What kind of place is this, how can there be such an abnormality?" Ye Xingchen was puzzled.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the Great Dao imprint in his body moved, and the sound of the Great Dao was emitted, forming an opposition to the sound between heaven and earth.
The sound coming from the direction of the White Bone Mountain was the voice of the demon, and the sound from the Great Dao mark in his body was the voice of the gods, the voice of the saints.
The voices of the two opposing attributes were confronting, impacting his mind and making great waves in his sea of knowledge.
Ye Xingchen resisted the impact of these two voices, making Zhihai calm down.
The sound of the avenue sounded, and the images that flashed between heaven and earth disappeared.
Ye Xingchen walked towards the White Bone Mountain step by step, and the impact of two opposing voices made his sea of knowledge, and every spiritual thought shattered and reorganized, becoming more crystal clear and shining.
At the same time, his physical body was further strengthened by the impact of these two voices.
The same is true of his true power, which is becoming more refined.
Ye Xingchen was a little surprised, he didn't expect to gain so much.
During this time, the speed of his breakthrough was too fast, which made his foundation a little unstable, and he could just use these two opposing divine sounds and demon sounds to refine himself.
He didn't leave, took out the enlightenment futon and sat on it, listened to the magic sound attentively, and then caused the Great Dao Mark to send out the sound of God!
Three days passed, and Ye Xingchen used the opposing impact of the magic sound and the divine sound to refine his spiritual thoughts, physical body, and true power again, and the injuries he originally suffered in the spatial passage were also healed.
His cultivation has vaguely gone further.
Now it was easy for him to break through to the Shattered Realm.
However, he didn't plan to do this for the time being, and he needed to lay a more solid foundation in the Nirvana Realm until he couldn't make any progress and break through.
Three days passed, and Ye Xingchen found that the impact of divine sound and demon sound could no longer affect him, nor could he refine his body for him, so he began to walk towards the White Bone Mountain.
He saw that the White Bone Mountain was very close, but it was actually very far away from the White Bone Mountain, and he walked for a few days before he got a little closer to the White Bone Mountain.
Ye Xingchen did not give up, and while walking towards the White Bone Mountain, he comprehended various martial arts.
He saw it as a kind of practice, to hone himself.
"Woo!"
Ye Xingchen urged the White Emperor Sword and slashed out several sword rays.
There are a total of five sword rays, each of which is three zhang long, exuding a sharp aura.
This place is very strange, not only the space is solid, but the earth is very hard, with Ye Xingchen's cultivation, he can only condense five sword rays, and he can't leave traces on the earth.
You must know that his cultivation is the pinnacle of Nirvana on the earth, and under one blow, a mountain range with a length of hundreds of miles can also be beaten into powder, and if he exerts his full strength, the Qianli Mountain Range can also be destroyed.
But here, only about three zhang of sword light can be emitted, and the range of spiritual thought perception is less than a hundred zhang.
However, this is also good, it is more conducive to Ye Xingchen to temper himself.
He walked and practiced martial arts at the same time.
Or swordsmanship, dazzling swords, or palm techniques, palm power to the strength of the yang, big opening and closing, or splitting the sky nine blows, or spiritual secret methods and so on.
Three months had passed in the blink of an eye, and Ye Xingchen's cultivation had reached the peak of Nirvana, and he could not advance a bit.
In the past three months, in order to cultivate, the chalcedony in the space bag and the nine treasure medicines have been refined by him, which are used to refine the physical body, enhance his true power, and strengthen his spirit.
After three months of penance, Ye Xingchen's mental outlook was renewed, his will was firmer, and his breath was more restrained.
"Phew!"
One day three months later, Ye Xingchen practiced swordsmanship, and a sword light rushed out, ten zhang long, like a crystal like a jade stegosaurus, revolving around his body.
"Click!"
A ten-zhang sword qi flew forward, and suddenly hit something, and then I saw that the space was like a mirror, cracks appeared, and then under Ye Xingchen's eyes, inch by inch.
Behind the mirror, a majestic mountain of white bones comes into view.
"This is the real White Bone Mountain!" Ye Xingchen stepped into the world after the shattered space mirror, looked at the White Bone Mountain not far ahead, and muttered to himself.
Ahead, a mountain of white bones is extremely tall, and the majestic mountain is composed of Sen Sen bones, but unexpectedly, it does not make people feel eerie and terrible, but has a sense of sacredness.
Ye Xingchen stood here, looking at the White Bone Mountain, there was a trace of tranquility in his heart, and the irritability, depression, and suffocation of more than three months had disappeared without a trace.
Ye Xingchen walked to the foot of the White Bone Mountain, where a stone tablet stood there.
"Death Holy Mountain!" Ye Xingchen read out the words on the stone tablet.
The words on the stele were written in a very gula script that he could not read, but when their eyes fell on the stele, they understood the meaning of the words.
"Death, can it still be a holy mountain, is death sacred?" Ye Xingchen's eyes flashed with a trace of incomprehension.
"You're right, death is sacred, peaceful, quiet, and the happiest thing in life!" A peaceful voice sounded, as if answering Ye Xingchen's question.
Ye Xingchen was suddenly terrified, he didn't even sense that someone was coming close to him, so this person made a move on him, I am afraid it would be impossible to avoid it.