The land in the distance was flat. Looking from here, it was the boundless Great Plains of the East and the West.
When He Yiming once again set foot on this land, he actually had a strange feeling in his heart, as if a lifetime had passed.
Looking into the distance, He Yiming could even vaguely see the location of the Crying Ghost Ridge. At the thought of the huge Dragon-Snake entrenched at the top of the ridge, even with his current strength, he still faintly felt a chill in his heart.
After experiencing this trip to the West, He Yiming had thoroughly understood how exaggerated and powerful the power hidden under the ground of those famous Holy Lands were.
By relying on the power of light in the Western Shrine, Franklyn was able to contend with the power of heaven and earth released by the Blood Condensation Divine Path Cultivator, and not be at a disadvantage. Then, in the Crying Ghost Ridge, the Holy Lands built by the experts of the East and West at the same time, naturally had a powerful power that was not inferior to the Western Shrine.
This was a branch of the power of darkness, the power of blood.
If he fought with the Dragon-Snake in the Crying Ghost Ridge, then He Yiming could be sure that even if he himself would not be affected by the Evil Yin Qi, he would still be defeated and flee in the end. Because no one could dominate in front of the Dragon-Snake who could use the power of infinite blood.
Unless Franklyn came back to life and moved the Western Shrine to the Crying Ghost Ridge, the giant snake was absolutely invincible in the Crying Ghost Ridge.
Of course, if the Dragon-Snake left the Crying Ghost Ridge, then he might be able to think of a way to become a dragon slayer. The premise, of course, was to first obtain the approval of the two Holy Beasts. Otherwise, with them around, He Yiming could not think of completing the great task of slaying a dragon.
Baozhu jumped up from He Yiming's arms and hummed, his voice full of happiness.
He Yiming smiled slightly. He knew that the little guy regarded the Crying Ghost Ridge where the Dragon-Snake entrenched as his home. And the moment Youzi returned home, he was naturally overjoyed.
He Yiming soon arrived at the periphery of Ghost Cry Ridge with Baozhu in his arms and riding the white horse.
The steep cliffs that surrounded the entire Crying Ghost Ridge were not a problem for White Horse Lightning. It continued to run over them as if they were flat ground.
Although the White Horse Lightning had successfully turned the Divine Soldier into light, it was obvious that it was still used to running on all fours. And to be honest, in terms of speed alone, the Lightning was faster than the White Horse Lightning.
The Crying Ghost Ridge was still filled with Baleful Yin Qi, and the Power of Heaven and Earth was rich. However, He Yiming and the others were no longer shocked by the power of the Crying Ghost Ridge after experiencing the power of the blood-condensation divine dao master.
He Yiming could not help but think as he looked up at the peak in the distance.
It was recorded in ancient books that thousands of years ago, before the disappearance of the divine dao masters, whenever the divine dao masters fought, they would be entangled for many days before the outcome could be decided.
During the battle, it was normal to split mountains and rocks, and reverse the flow of rivers.
In the past, He Yiming was still dubious, but after seeing the blood-condensation divine dao master make a move, he was completely convinced.
People of the Divine Dao, every movement of their hands and feet possessed tremendous power. If they fought for several days, splitting mountains and rocks would be child's play.
However, the only thing that fascinated He Yiming was how much Power of Heaven and Earth would be consumed if the divine dao masters fought for several days. He was afraid that if all the power of Crying Ghost Ridge was taken out, it would only be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
From this, it could be seen how rich the Power of Heaven and Earth was in the divine dao era. The practitioners who lived in that era were truly fortunate.
A muffled thunderous roar came down from the top of the mountain. Baozhu happily jumped, and an equally powerful Dragon's Might roar was released from its small body.
He Yiming's complexion changed slightly. At this moment, they had just entered the black fog of the Crying Ghost Ridge. The dragon-snake on the top of the mountain had already discovered their existence, and was using its voice to communicate with Baozhu.
He faintly discovered that this dragon-snake seemed to be a little more powerful than the first time they met, or it could be said that it was more attentive to the changes in the surrounding environment.
Baozhu suddenly jumped onto White Horse Lightning's neck. It tightly gripped White Horse Lightning's neck, and snorted a few words. Seeming to understand its meaning, White Horse Lightning also raised its head, and a voice full of majesty came out of its mouth.
Accompanying this voice was the rumbling sound of lightning and thunder.
The dragon-snake on the top of the mountain cried out again, but He Yiming could already hear a trace of joy in its voice. This dragon-snake was unexpectedly sincerely cheering for White Horse Lightning, who had the blood of the same kind of divine beast.
A slight sound came from behind. He Yiming was slightly startled. He turned his head to look, but his complexion suddenly changed.
Behind them, the blood condensing figure of the divine dao unexpectedly stretched out his hands, and a large amount of Baleful Yin Qi poured into his body. Moreover, his eyes also faintly began to emit a faint red halo.
This was the special sign of a blood condensing figure. When this smear of red became as red as blood, it was also the time when he could release the greatest power.
He Yiming secretly complained in his heart. He hurriedly ordered the blood condensing figure of the divine dao to stop absorbing the Baleful Yin Qi through his mind.
The blood condensing figure of the divine dao seemed to hesitate for a moment, but in the end, it didn't go against He Yiming's will. Its figure moved slightly, and the Baleful Yin Qi that was rolling in suddenly stopped moving, but slowly stabilized.
The power possessed by the blood condensing figure of the divine dao today was no small matter. It was far from what the Three Flower experts of the past could compare with. If it was allowed to freely absorb the Baleful Yin Qi, it would certainly attract the attention of the owner of this place. The dragon-snake's temper wasn't very good. If it didn't like the blood condensing figure of the divine dao, it would certainly fight it. This was certainly not something that anyone wanted to see, so He Yiming had to prevent this from happening at all costs.
Baozhu's two front hooves waved vigorously, as if it wanted to urge everyone to head to the top of the mountain. He Yiming picked up the little fellow, and they familiarly made their way to the highest peak.
The peak of the Crying Ghost Ridge was the place where the Baleful Yin Qi was the densest. If anyone else had come here, they would have been repeatedly warned not to approach the peak, but He Yiming and the others didn't care at all.
A pair of huge eyes flashed brightly like lanterns in the dark night. The dragon-snake's gaze was full of curiosity.
Then, an enormous pressure was released from the dragon-snake's body. This was an enormous force that was like a rope that constantly tightened around everyone's body, making it hard for them to breathe.
If it had been the last time they met, it was likely that everyone other than 108 would have found it difficult to bear when faced with such pressure.
However, at this time, even the little Baozhu only huffed a few times and didn't care anymore.
Although He Yiming and the others didn't fight back, they vaguely released a trace of power that wasn't inferior to the dragon-snake's pressure. There was no need to doubt the strength of this power. It was a peak power that could completely contend with the dragon-snake's pressure.
Of course, 108 still didn't move at all. He was like a rock. No matter how strong the dragon-snake's power was, it couldn't affect him in the slightest.
The body of the divine dao blood condensation figure was even stranger. His body was like a black hole. The unfathomably deep hole was vigorously swallowing the momentum and pressure released by the dragon-snake.
He Yiming looked at the Blood Condensation Divine Dao figure with astonishment. Imposing manner and coercion were actually a kind of power, but this kind of power was too illusory. It wasn't like true qi or baleful yin qi that could be touched. Even so, the divine dao blood condensation figure was still able to absorb it into his body. This was really unbelievable.
The divine dao blood condensation figure's performance immediately attracted the dragon-snake's attention. The huge monster stared at this mysterious figure with its huge eyes.
With its strength, it could naturally faintly feel the enormous power hidden in the divine dao blood condensation figure's body.
In particular, the divine dao sarira between his eyebrows surpassed all the powerhouses in the world today. Perhaps only the mysterious powerhouse on the outer Sea God's Island could have the power to stand shoulder to shoulder with the divine dao sarira.
A soft hiss sounded from the dragon-snake's mouth. This sound carried a hint of threat and respect.
In just a moment, the giant monster had already recognized the strength of the divine dao blood condensation figure.
He Yiming breathed a sigh of relief. Before entering the Crying Ghost Ridge, the thing he was most worried about was whether or not the dragon-snake would come into conflict with the divine dao blood condensation figure.
After all, the cultivation method cultivated by the divine dao blood condensation figure greatly conflicted with the dragon-snake's innate ability.
They both had a strong thirst for Baleful Yin Qi. From this point of view, they were natural enemies. But now it seemed that as long as the divine dao blood condensation figure didn't take the initiative to provoke them, the thing he was worried about was basically unlikely to happen.
"Respected Lord Dragon-Snake." He Yiming bowed slightly to the dragon-snake. "Baozhu and Lightning were passing by and wanted to see you. Please forgive us if we've disturbed you."
The dragon-snake had lived for an unknown number of years and possessed an extremely high level of intelligence. He Yiming completely treated it as a human being.
The dragon-snake nodded slightly and roared softly. It was quite satisfied with He Yiming's deliberate display of humility. From its expression, it could be seen that the dragon-snake no longer regarded He Yiming as an insignificant character, but as a powerhouse on equal footing.
He Yiming was deeply moved when he sensed the dragon-snake's respect.
At this time, he was no longer the desperate boy who had come to the Crying Ghost Ridge to seek shelter.
Raising his head, He Yiming's gaze swept over his companions one by one, as if he could see through the boundless mist to the distant northwest. Unconsciously, his fists slowly clenched.
A question surfaced in his heart.
Am I already standing at the top of the world?
PS: In the middle of a parent-teacher conference ^ _ ^
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