Chapter 1569 (1/2)
Seeing that Saint Roland wanted to stop talking, Yang Feng said calmly, ”but it doesn't hurt to say.”
”But since ancient times, no one has been able to enter the core of the forbidden area of Buzhou mountain.” Saint Laurent worried.
”Why?” Yang Feng asked.
Looking at the mountain ahead with deep eyes, Saint Laurent said, ”because there is a lot of resentment in the forbidden area core of Buzhou mountain. Once you enter the forbidden area core, you will be killed.”
It turned out that although Buzhou mountain is the origin of all souls in the second world, there are countless undead gathered there. Because this mountain has spirit, countless undead will go to Buzhou mountain in the hope of purification and liberation. Over time, there are too many undead gathered, so there is a resentment forbidden area.
”Have you ever entered the core of the forbidden area?” Yang Feng asked.
”No.”
Saint Laurent shook his head and said, ”since ancient times, I only know that two people have entered the core of the forbidden area, one is the spirit emperor and the other is the Heavenly Emperor, and I have been to Buzhou mountain and tried to enter the core of the forbidden area, but failed.”
Sisi!
Yang Feng took a deep breath. Only emperor Tian and Emperor Ling entered the core of the forbidden area of Buzhou mountain.
Even if Saint Laurent, the leader of the eight kings, is powerful, she can't enter the core of the forbidden area. In fact, Buzhou mountain is very large. In ancient times, it was proposed to dig Buzhou mountain and water crops without going through the forbidden area.
While they were talking, they had flown to the foot of Buzhou mountain.
This towering mountain gives people a strong sense of oppression. Even though Yang Feng is now in the mid-term state of Yuanshen Shizhong, he still feels small when facing this mountain. The towering and tall mountain is far several times higher than Kunlun mountain.
Buzzing, buzzing!
In the depths of Buzhou mountain, bursts of mysterious voices came.
The mysterious sound, sometimes like a clear spring, sometimes like the sound of nature, sometimes like the roar of the wind, as if there were countless complaints roaring.
Looking at the ancient mountain and feeling the wasteland like atmosphere, Yang Feng and Saint Laurent continued to fly away, climbing mountains and mountains all the way, flying over mountains. Finally, they arrived at the main peak of Buzhou mountain.
The main peak is tens of thousands of meters high, but this towering mountain was broken and crashed.
Gonggong is worthy of being one of the seven ancestors in ancient times. He broke such a towering mountain.
The fog around the main peak is steaming, and the fog all over the sky seems to be formed by countless grievances.
Silk!
The air fluctuated and a stream of resentment came with the strong wind, unconsciously attacking Yang Feng and Saint Laurent.
Click!
This resentment, just close to Yang Feng within ten meters, was smashed by Yang Feng's breath.
”Come on, go in.”
Like an illusion, they kept crossing under the mountain and in the fog. With each step, they both appeared thousands of kilometers away, as if shrinking to an inch, but the deeper they got into the fog, the stronger the power of that terrible resentment, as if they wanted to swallow and tear them.
In the fog, there were strong people sitting on the big trees and the rock steps.
Yuanshen Yizhong!
Yuanshen double!
Yuanshen quintuple!
Yang Feng was surprised to find that the stronger the front, the higher the cultivation. These people sat in the fog of resentment and practiced quietly. Although there were a lot of people, no one made a movement.
”These are bitter monks.” Said Saint Laurent.
Bitter friar!
Yang Feng frowned. He had seen bitter friars, but those bitter friars rarely gathered in one place and scattered sporadically.
Saint Laurent explained: ”outside the forbidden area core of Buzhou mountain, the power of resentment is good for cultivating the power of the dead and the people who practice special skills. Therefore, there are countless bitter friars here. Some bitter friars have worked hard here for more than ten years and have never left.”
Yang Feng couldn't help admiring these bitter monks.
He has been practicing hard in a place for more than ten years. Even if he has such perseverance, he is not as good as him.
In short, for Yang Feng, if he practices hard in one place for more than ten years, it is a waste of time and wasted time, but each practitioner's most different requirements.
Some people are obsessed with martial arts and want to break through themselves and reach a higher level. Therefore, these people spend their youth in hard practice all their life, that is, these bitter monks.
Others just want to become a leader after a little cultivation, live a happy life and enjoy it. Such people are equivalent to small gangsters like Zhang Wu.
Later, some people practice hard because they have great aspirations, but they don't spend their whole life in practice, because they have more important things to do. Such people are Yang Feng and Yang Jiuding.
These bitter monks, like a stone statue, sit still and absorb the power of resentment, but the power of resentment is different with different strength.
WOW!
Yang Feng and Saint Laurent walked in the fog of resentment. As they moved forward, there were waves of sound in the space. However, those strong people who were practicing hard were still like statues. They never looked at them from beginning to end.
If Yang Feng hadn't sensed that these people still have the breath of life, he might think that these people have been petrified.
Boom!
Boom!
A powerful force of resentment came down, eroding their souls.
However, they walked in the area of resentment, still walking on the ground, and continued to move forward, but the deeper they entered, the stronger the resentment became.
Yuanshen seven limits!
Yuanshen nine limits!
Yuanshen ten limits!
The powerful force of resentment came like a wind blade or rolled out like a storm. However, after arriving in this area, the number of bitter friars was very rare. At a glance, there was no bitter friar within tens of thousands of meters in the vast Buzhou mountain forbidden area.
Buzzing, buzzing!
It was like the power of resentment roared by demons, which crazily eroded them.
The body protecting Qi of the two people was also eroded into holes. When they reached the ten limit of the yuan God, Saint Laurent turned pale and said, ”Yang Feng, I can only accompany you here, but there is still a distance from the core of the forbidden area. Whether you can reach there and find a way to repair the dead beads depends on your personal strength.”
”OK, you wait for me here.”
Wait for me!
Wait for me!
Yang Feng's words seemed to echo in Saint Laurent's ears again and again.
Looking at the back of Yang Feng leaving, Saint Laurent's eyes are a little complicated, because she doesn't know whether Yang Feng can enter the core area of the forbidden area. Since ancient times, only two people have entered there, namely the spirit emperor and the Heavenly Emperor.
......
WOW!
The powerful force of resentment drowned Yang Feng like a tide, and he, a lonely figure, continued to walk towards the core area of the forbidden area. He knew that this road could only be completed by himself, and no one could accompany him all the time, including Saint Laurent.
Boom!
Boom!
A powerful force of resentment, like thunder and lightning, rolled down the mat.
Yang Feng's body trembled for a moment, because the powerful force of resentment could threaten him. The terrible evil spirit and endless resentment seemed to devour, eat and divide him like thousands of demons.