"After people die, especially when thousands of people die in war, a large amount of essence and evil spirit will be produced. If the essence is collected, it can be perfectly combined with the Qi of Heaven and Earth. For cultivators, it is the world's first-class tonic. Anyone who cultivates in this environment can achieve twice the result with half the effort. In addition, the large amount of baleful aura was the best choice for tempering one's spirit and will. As long as one could maintain a clear mind in the midst of such baleful aura and remain unmoved, it would have an incomparable effect on one's mental cultivation. After combining these two, it is the best way to break through the limit and reach a higher level. "
When Jin Zhanzheng finally said what He Yiming had already guessed, He Yiming's face had become unprecedentedly ugly.
Jin Zhanzheng didn't seem to see He Yiming's face. Instead, he stomped his feet slightly and said, "The essence and evil spirit in the Central Plains will be transmitted to the Crying Ghost Ridge in some way. This conversion formation came from ancient times and hasn't changed for thousands of years. Whenever there is a war between the East and the West, there are also many masters in the Crying Ghost Ridge. However, not all experts were able to walk out of the Crying Ghost Ridge safely. Those whose cultivation is too low and whose will is not strong enough will not return. But even so, those who know about this matter and happen to be present at the right time will still choose to join. "
He Yiming smiled bitterly and said, "I understand. If people who cultivate martial arts happen to be in front of the barrier and can't break through, then no matter what price they have to pay, even if there is only a glimmer of possibility, they won't be willing to miss it."
When saying this, He Yiming thought of the days when he cultivated the fifth level of inner strength.
Before he came into contact with the adventure at the bottom of the lake, those days brought him an unforgettable feeling. However, it was also the suffering of those days that made He Yiming accustomed to persevering hard work. Only then did he have the opportunity to soar in the future.
The feeling of hesitation and helplessness when he couldn't break through was also very deep …
"Brother He, now that you know the origin of Crying Ghost Ridge, do you plan to enter it?" Jin Zhanzheng asked in a deep voice.
He Yiming was slightly startled. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Brother Jin, what do you plan to do?"
"Naturally, I will enter it." Jin Zhanzhong said without hesitation, "The outbreak of war is not something I can stop. In fact, in this world, no one can stop it. That's because the benefits involved are too great. Anyone who tries to stop it will be crushed by the experts of the East and West. "
He Yiming's face changed slightly after hearing Jin Zhanzheng's half persuasion and half warning.
However, Jin Zhanjiang was right. Since the Great Plains and Crying Ghost Ridge had such a magical effect, no force would easily give up on them. This was especially true for those large sects and clans. In order to nurture the next generation of disciples, they spared no effort.
Not to mention sacrificing some unaware troops from both sides, even if they sacrificed ten times more people, as long as it did not harm their interests, they would remain indifferent.
At this moment, He Yiming clearly felt a chill in his heart.
The top experts of the East and West tacitly maintained all of this. Before the Supreme Dao experts disappeared, all of this was created by the Supreme Dao experts who cultivated the Ruthless Path.
However, after they created all of this, no one came out to criticize them. Even those who cultivated other paths turned a blind eye to it.
Perhaps, they also knew that their younger generations would also benefit from this place.
Thousands of years ago, the Supreme Dao experts disappeared, but this place still existed, and it had a tendency to become more and more intense.
He Yiming knew very well that Jin Zhanzheng's words were not exaggerated at all.
Anyone who wanted to stop all of this would become the enemy of the super experts of the East and West.
Unless it was the legendary Supreme Dao expert who had the ability to summon the wind and rain, topple the mountains and overturn the seas, it was impossible for anyone to stop all of this from happening.
He Yiming looked at his hands. Although he had firm confidence in his own strength. But when he thought of this huge strength that spread throughout the East and West, he shuddered.
This was indeed not something he could stop.
Jin Zhanzheng looked at He Yiming who gradually calmed down and somewhat returned to normal, and said, "Brother Brother He, since you can't stop it, then join in."
He Yiming raised his head in surprise. Jin Zhanzheng's expression was extremely solemn, and he said, "This world is a world where the strong are respected. If you want to have a greater right to speak, you must have the corresponding strength. Entering the Crying Ghost Ridge is undoubtedly a shortcut. " Jin Zhanzheng's tone suddenly changed, and he said, "Of course, if Brother Brother He thinks that the Crying Ghost Ridge is too dangerous, or your will is not strong enough, then you might as well postpone it. It's not too late to choose to enter when the next war breaks out."
When Jin Zhanzheng said this, there was not the slightest hint of ridicule.
After all, those who were qualified to enter the Crying Ghost Ridge were at least old people who were over a hundred years old. They not only had superhuman cultivation in martial arts, but also had experienced countless things in their lives. Their hearts were already quite indifferent, and as firm as a rock. They were not easily affected by the evil spirits in the Crying Ghost Ridge.
But He Yiming was different. After all, he was still too young. Even Jin Zhanzheng was worried whether he had the ability to resist the invasion of the evil spirits.
He Yiming thought silently, his thoughts as active as the splashing waves of water. After a long time, He Yiming raised his head. His voice was as steady as a mountain, "I'll go..."
Jin Zhanzheng nodded slightly. His gaze shifted to the south, where there was one of the most mysterious and vicious places in the world.
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Two figures walked side by side. Their movements were relaxed, but their speed was extremely fast.
It did not take long for them to arrive in front of the frontline city on the great plains. This city was also very famous in the Great Shen Empire.
Under the city walls, there was a lot of blood flowing. If the blood was added up, it would be more than enough to fill the entire moat.
After a certain battle, the great general of the previous dynasty who was stationed here changed the name of the city to Bloody Massacre City. This very vivid name had been preserved until now.
It was said that this city had changed hands countless times during many battles, but in the end, the sovereignty of this place was still in the hands of the Great Shen Empire.
Just like the distant grassland opposite, the first city built by the West had also changed hands many times, but in the end, it was still in the hands of the Western Kingdom.
When He Yiming and Jin Zhanzheng appeared at the foot of Bloody Massacre City, it immediately caused a faint commotion.
They had actually come from the west. That direction was where the vast and boundless western army was stationed. The two of them swaggered in from there, which naturally aroused the suspicion of countless people.
As soon as they arrived at the foot of the city walls, there were more than ten strong bows aimed at them. More than 20 soldiers pointed the long spears in their hands at them as if they were facing a great enemy.
He Yiming and Jin Zhanzheng looked at each other and smiled. The two of them never took these dangers to heart. Instead, they found it quite interesting.
Jin Zhanzheng originally wanted to teach them a lesson, but he was stopped by He Yiming.
When he looked at these soldiers, there was a hint of hidden pity in his eyes, which made Jin Zhanzheng sigh.
He Yiming was still He Yiming after all. No matter how powerful the 20-year-old He Yiming was in martial arts, he could not be compared with the 100-year-old Jin Zhanzheng.
The news of the two strangers coming here from the West was immediately reported. Although the soldiers stayed by their side like prisoners, they did not come up to push them, nor did they intend to use torture tools.
Otherwise, even with He Yiming's persuasion, Jin Zhanzheng would have mercilessly started a massacre.
No matter where a powerful warrior was, he was a superior existence. This was a fact that could not be erased no matter what.
After a while, a senior officer came here immediately. When the person saw Jin Zhanzheng, he hesitated for a moment, then immediately walked up respectfully. Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, he invited the two of them into the city.
This city was a huge barracks, but even in the barracks, as long as one had enough authority and strength, they could also enjoy treatment that ordinary people could never enjoy.
In the center of the city, there was a huge mansion. There were also beautiful maidservants, as well as well-trained attendants with humble attitudes and nimble movements. After entering this courtyard that could be called a mansion, He Yiming really felt like he had returned to the Shaoming Residence in the Northwest Tian Luo Kingdom.
A hearty laughter came from the inner courtyard. The person had not arrived, but the voice arrived first.
"Brother Jin, we haven't seen each other for more than 30 years. Do you still remember me?"
Three people came out from the inner courtyard. Their ages were about the same, and they looked middle-aged at most. However, He Yiming knew that their ages were definitely not as young as they looked.
Jin Zhanzheng put his hands behind his back and glanced at the three of them. He smiled and said, "So we are all old friends. It's really rare to meet again here."
He turned around and said, "Brother He, Brother He, these three are the experts from the three big families in the mainland. Zhu Family's Zhu Guanhao, Fang Family's Fang Sheng, and …" His gaze paused for a moment, then he said seriously, "Hao Family's Hao Xue."
He Yiming's eyes lit up. Just now on the plains, Jin Zhanzheng had mentioned the big families in the mainland, and these three families were the best among them. Although he had a premonition that the big families in the mainland would not miss this opportunity to fight. He should have encountered the experts from the big families in the mainland recently, but he did not expect it to be so fast.
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