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He Yang has been completely lost here, and at this time he is no different from a dead man.

Watching from a distance, He Yang's body was slowly sinking.

After about a pillar of incense, he was gone below his knees.

The sinking part gradually merged with the darkness and began to fall apart over time.

Another pillar of incense passed by time, and He Yang's two legs had turned into a part of this darkness.

Still not stopping, it began to erode towards He Yang's upper body, and his body had already sunk halfway......

For this long road, He Yang became more and more frightened, and the longer he walked, he even felt a sense of loss in his heart.

"Obviously there is a direction, and the direction is ahead. How can I feel this way?"

He Yang muttered to himself, and his footsteps stopped.

Turning around suddenly, everywhere he looked, there was an illusory piece. Everything behind him was swallowed up by darkness, and there were other people everywhere.

He Yang turned to look ahead again, and could vaguely see one or two figures moving forward slowly.

He Yang's eyes showed a strange glow, and in order to confirm the guess in his heart, he did not advance but retreated, and walked towards the void behind him.

When He Yang's footsteps took a step back, his eyes were suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Even if you reach out your spiritual sense, it's still like you're in a quagmire, and you can't extend much at all.

After a long time, He Yang actually felt a deep feeling of being engulfed, which made him extremely shocked.

He Yang was shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his spiritual sense.

Almost without hesitation, the step taken was reversed.

He Yang's eyes returned to light, and he suddenly turned around, still the endless long road that he was very familiar with.

He Yang has already understood that as long as he sets foot on this road, it is equivalent to cutting off his own retreat, and he can only move forward, which has also become a helpless fact.

He Yang looked far ahead, the long road was endless.

He Yang looked back at everything behind him, and there was no way out of the endless darkness.

"As long as it is a road, there will always be an end! As long as you keep moving forward, I believe you will reach the end!"

Two flames danced in He Yang's eyes, as if they could burn everything in front of him.

He Yang's figure flashed, leaving a few afterimages in place.

At a lightning speed, he galloped forward.

From a distance, it looked like a flash of light, and everyone who saw it was dumbfounded, and their hearts were shocked and inexplicable.

Some people praised his indomitable momentum, and some people scoffed at it, and they were very unoptimistic about He Yang's reckless behavior.

They have long known the dangers of this place, and it is because of this that they are so cautious, after all, no one does not care about their life and death.

At this moment, how can they not be frightened when they see someone moving forward without care, how can they turn a blind eye?

"Whoosh"

He Yang's figure moved forward at great speed, gradually surpassing many people and leaving them far behind.

As he went deeper, the resistance ahead grew greater.

The tyrannical air flow blew on He Yang's body, and there was a burning sensation.

He Yang couldn't help grinning in pain, but he still didn't stop moving forward.

Until that resistance reached the point where He Yang was unbearable, until the burning pain became more and more intense, a lot of blood beads oozed from the surface of He Yang's body.

"Uh...... Ah......h

He Yang roared in pain, and his body emitted a pale red light, which was extremely dazzling for a while, and He Yang had already unfolded the body of a demigod.

In the blink of an eye, the heart-rending burning pain disappeared without a trace.

Even the resistance generated before was gone, and He Yang only felt a feeling of comfort spreading to all parts of his body.

He Yang's speed surged again, much faster than before, which can be used as a metaphor for disappearing without a trace.

As He Yang broke through to the third realm with one stroke of Heaven Opening Skill, his speed also increased, and he improved too much.

Even if it is compared to the previous teleportation, it is not much faster, more than one level faster.

He Yang was like a gust of wind, moving forward quickly.

It wasn't until seven days of flying that the previous feeling of resistance reappeared.

The burning pain that followed was even worse, and He Yang's speed immediately became slow.

His heart was also extremely irritable, and a blur gradually appeared in his eyes.

On this nameless long road in the Turtle Mountain, He Yang walked for dozens of days.

Even if his body didn't feel tired, his mind felt tired like never before.

He Yang really didn't know how long he would have to walk to reach the end of this road?

Since entering this place, in the face of this monotonous environment and many unknown dangers, He Yang's mind has always been tense.

In this way, it lasted for more than ten days, how could he not feel tired and tired.

He Yang seemed to ignore the ensuing resistance and burning pain, and slowly moved forward against the gradually increasing resistance.

His clothes had been torn apart by the tyrannical currents, revealing powerful muscles.

It was covered with scars, and drops of blood continued to seep out.

Despite this, He Yang ignored it.

In this way, enduring severe pain and resistance, He Yang walked for another three days.

His eyes had become blurred, and the clarity in his heart had been replaced by the confusion of this time.

He Yang suddenly froze in place, standing in place like a sculpture, motionless.

If it weren't for the strength of his physical body, if he hadn't broken through to the body of a demigod, I am afraid that he would have been torn apart by this tyrannical airflow.

And at this moment, although He Yang is still standing in place, he will not fall.

However, his mind had already sunk into the vast darkness, and he couldn't extricate himself for a while.

The world there is nothing but darkness, and it is still dark.

He Yang couldn't hear a sound in his ears, and it was a little terrifyingly quiet.

His mind sank into a labyrinth, with no direction or perception.

Even the memories are unconsciously hidden in this endless darkness.

"Where is this?"

"Who the hell am I?"

He Yang involuntarily murmured softly, but a dull look appeared in his eyes.

He Yang has forgotten the past and forgotten himself.

His mind went blank, and he couldn't remember everything.

An uncontrollable sleepiness slowly struck, like a surging tide, instantly submerging He Yang.

How could He Yang resist at this time?