Walking on the golden mountain, stepping on many treasures that are not usually common, Han Shi squatted down from time to time, carefully inspected, many of the swords, axes and halberds and other weapons are not ordinary, he saw it at first sight, quite excited.

It's just that he gradually calmed down along the way, although these treasures are good, they are still much worse than the red and black scimitar.

There are also others, revealing an obscure aura, making it difficult for him to see what kind of power it is, Han Shi pondered for a long time, and his gaze fell on the mountain of white bones.

Outside the door of the main hall, the black-clothed middle-aged man transformed by the black dragon had long eyes, and his eyes contained a light that no one could tell, and he looked towards the hall with a smile.

"Fate and extinction, there is only a line of separation, so many years I am used to seeing life and death, but also tired, after so many lives and deaths, always faintly feel that there is still a fog that has not been seen through, this green shirt boy's body, in addition to that sense of intimacy, there is a feeling that makes my heart palpitate, this feeling, there is a hint of familiar taste, I remember many years ago, that person also had such a feeling, and it is because of that person that I kept my promise to protect this place. ”

There are vicissitudes in the eyes of the middle-aged man in black, more of a sigh, he has forgotten the original intention of guarding, only instinct remains, if it weren't for the little spiritual fire in the dragon jade that has never been extinguished, he has already turned into a white bone, this kind of protection is already torture, but this kind of torture will continue, year after year, until the day of his longevity.

I don't know if he can be buried in the holy land after his death, all these black-clothed middle-aged people don't dare to think about it.

The black-faced man sat cross-legged on the side of the golden mountain, his face was gloomy, so that people could not see his joy and anger, since this person entered the main hall, his behavior revealed a trace of weirdness, and the middle-aged man in black turned a blind eye to it and let it go.

Han Shi stood on the top of the golden mountain, looking at the Quartet like an endless treasure, a sense of loneliness permeated his heart, any treasure here, placed in the outside world will inevitably cause a fight, but here it is like a weed in the field, no one cares, years, will be these treasures of the glorious past quietly buried!

Han Shi shook his head slightly, glanced at his feet casually, reached out and picked up an object, and looked at it fixedly, it was a seal.

The appearance of this seal reveals a simple meaning, there is no handwriting on it, people have a sense of vicissitudes at a glance, the seal starts, Han Shi took a look, put it in the storage bag, the reason why he chose this seal, there is no specific reason, just look more pleasing to the eye.

After taking the seal, Han Shi stopped looking at other treasures, he went down the Golden Mountain and walked towards the White Bone Mountain.

The White Bone Mountain is quietly located in the main hall, standing outside the main hall and looking at it, it is like a high mountain, covered by the snow in the snowy area, revealing the meaning of holiness, only when you get closer, can you see clearly.

This mountain is the end of life.

No matter what kind of creature it is, no matter what kind of voice and smile it looks like before it is born, no matter what kind of unparalleled wisdom and courage it has in life, once it dies, it will turn into a pile of white bones, which is no different from the white bones in this mountain.

Han Shi stood in front of the White Bone Mountain, and after being silent for a long time, he walked away.

Not far away, a trail winds its way to the top of the mountain.

As soon as Han Shi stepped on the steps, there was immediately a dead air, surging from all around, bringing gusts of yin wind, once this dead air entered the mind, it would make people feel like they were in a ghost realm, and they couldn't help themselves under the shock of their minds.

Gritting his teeth, Han Shi walked forward step by step, and vaguely, he seemed to have returned to the time when he first entered the Xuanyang Gate.

From the foot of Luo Yunfeng, step by step towards the peak, at that time, as a mortal, he felt the heavy pressure of the immortal gate for the first time, and now he is a foundation building monk, which is a hundred times stronger than back then, but that heavy feeling came to his heart again.