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Whether it is the three major races, namely the human race, the demon race, the demon race, and their subsidiary races.

Or other forces, big and small, are all moving towards the mighty Turtle Mountain, constantly gathering there.

And outside Chiba City, there were a large number of demon cultivators who stopped in place.

It seems that the major events in the outside world can't arouse the passion in their hearts at all.

They couldn't remember why they were here.

Their memories begin at the Yuluo Restaurant and end outside of Chiba Castle.

There was just a blank slate for everything that was going on in between.

Why is this so? They still don't understand it, and this has left a great shadow in their hearts, which has a profound impact on their future practice.

Perhaps, the future quest is all carried out in this blank memory.

For mortals, it may not seem like a big deal.

However, for practitioners, this is the most important thing.

What is a practice?

It is nothing more than cultivating the body externally and cultivating the mind inside.

The body dominates cultivation, and the mind dominates action.

If there is an obstacle in the mind, how can you go far?

Therefore, this blank memory has become a stumbling block that haunts their practice, like a thorn in the flesh in the eye, they want to get rid of it quickly, but they have nowhere to start, it can really be said that they have a heart but are powerless, and naturally they will not be too enthusiastic about the trip to Turtle Mountain.

On the other side of Chiba Castle, it was crowded with people, like a market.

At the center of their circle was a high mountain that jutted into the sky, as if it were jutting into the distant sky.

Visitors from all over the world are constantly converging at the foot of this mountain, as if it is endless, and there is no end.

On the west bank of the Luochuan River, there are hundreds of ethnic groups, especially many races, all of which are distributed in various areas of this place.

But at this time today, under this turtle mountain, all gathered together.

Turtle Mountain is like a group of heroes gathered here, and it has become an unprecedented grand event.

In the marginal area, large and small ethnic groups surround the Turtle Mountain, and it is almost difficult for birds to enter, and insects and ants are not enough.

There are the Mojiao Clan, the Daiwang Clan, the Flying Flower Clan, the Snowy Clan, the Nanli Clan, and the Baiwang Clan......

The inner area is the area of the big forces and some famous families.

Here are the Great Yan Clan, the Xiao Yu Clan, the Necromantic Clan, the Thousand Buddha Clan, and the Tiangang Clan!

The central area is the place where only the three major races can have the qualifications to stop, and it is occupied by their human race, demon race, and demon race.

The other races all kept a distance from it, and seemed to be very afraid of it, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

If you talk about the importance of entering Turtle Mountain, even the old demon king, the human king, and the demon king who usually see the head and tail of the dragon will be there in person, which is enough to explain the stakes.

At this moment, the demon kings of the three major races have not yet appeared, and the enthusiasm of this place has reached an unprecedented height.

In particular, the three major ethnic groups are no more obvious.

It seems that he wants to deliberately create his own momentum and sense of existence, and he will not give in at all when he is aggressive.

Even though there are only a handful of places to enter Kameyama.

However, the followers and apologists who have come here are innumerable, and they occupy almost most of the area.

The three clans of humans, demons, and demons do not give in to each other, especially the people led by the three clans are even more smoky.

If it weren't for the rules and regulations here, a big fight would have been made a long time ago.

Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I have become such a miserable appearance now, I am not tolerated by the people of the world, even the power of my cultivation is as if it is silent, and it is difficult to operate anymore, at this time, what is the difference between me and those mortals, all this is thanks to you." ”

“...... Hahaha...... The world is so big, how can there be a place for me in Xu Shui!"

He Yang looked up to the sky and smiled, at this moment he had a strong ridicule of his fate, and the few black stripes on his face became more and more terrifying as his expression continued to change.

After walking a few steps, He Yang's body fell into the snow with a bang, and was gradually covered by the flying snow.

......

It was night, it was as dark as ink, the wind and snow were still there, and under the snow, He Yang's body was still sleeping quietly.

The piece of Heavenly Soul Jade on his chest was emitting a misty faint light, and the warm current of the Dao Dao flowed out of it, beginning to spread all over his body, limbs, and hundreds of remains.

The snow on his body began to slowly melt until it all melted.

It wasn't until a long time later that He Yang's fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"The ants are still stealing their lives, I have no reason to spare my life, until the last moment, how can I give up lightly, no matter what the outcome is, my belief will never change!

He Yang's eyes showed a determined look, and he got up from the snow, at this moment he was no longer confused, his steps were deep and shallow in the snow, and he walked slowly forward.

The snow on the ground became thicker and thicker, and as the day changed, light and darkness alternated back and forth, He Yang dragged his scarred body and walked through the snow for three full days.

That irresistible fatigue made his crumbling body even more difficult, and if it weren't for the last trace of persistence in his heart, I'm afraid he would have collapsed.

He Yang is naturally inconvenient to walk on the official road, because he is mistaken for the identity of a demon cultivator, and people all over the world are searching for his traces, and he is like a mouse crossing the street, who can only walk through the endless mountains.

Faced with the embarrassment at this time, He Yang's only hope was to be in the Holy Wind Ridge, the world's most fierce place where everyone was terrified.

Although it is said that entering the Holy Wind Ridge is dead and alive, for the current He Yang, it is the only choice.

After all, it is a piece of loess, and life is rebirth, and it is a journey.

"If I don't die, when I am reborn in Nirvana, it will be the time to wash the forces of the major sects in blood. ”

The chill in He Yang's eyes was three points colder than the cold of this icy and snowy land, and he supported the broken body with this belief and prevented it from falling.

He Yang finally crossed the area of the Middle God Sect at dusk, only a stone's throw away from the Holy Wind Ridge.

Not far in front of him, there was a stone tablet diagonally inserted, with several rows of blood-colored small characters written impressively: As soon as you enter the Holy Wind Ridge, set foot on the Huangquan Road. Nine deaths cannot be born, and the king should melt the frost and soil.

He Yang suddenly stopped, looking back at the towering peaks of the Divine Sect behind him, and the past passed through his heart one by one.

"Time has passed, things are wrong, if you go back to the beginning, can you still get back the feeling you had before?"

He Yang muttered softly, his eyes revealing the vicissitudes that did not belong to his age, full of reminiscence.