After the war, Zhang Fang did not follow Ye Yiming into the pass because he wanted to practice with his master. He entered a mountain forest alone and left. Ye Yiming and Bai Ying followed the large army to retreat into the pass.

Still returning to the secluded valley, Ye Yiming had an illusory feeling. He didn't know what he should do or what he could do. He practiced swords in front of the cave every day. Now he was able to use a short sword. He originally came to practice, experienced blood and fire, and broke through to the ground level under pressure. But now he was like an invisible person. It is understandable that sinners were unwilling to contact him for class or other reasons. However, the children of the Shenshan who came to practice seemed to have forgotten that he was a person of the same size. Even if he tried to go out to greet others, he would encounter a stiff barrier, so he hid and hid in the cave to sharpen a pair of short swords.

In addition to the Baiying bringing him food every day, he lives an isolated life in this northern Xinjiang battlefield where people are surging.

He originally thought that even if no one paid attention, he would just join the battlefield. This was his purpose here. Perhaps the last war was too great and the loss was too great, and the north did not attack again. The soldiers of the Shenshan Mountain were eager to fight because of the help of Huang Mang, but no one mentioned counterattacking.

When the two armies confront each other, no one can always attack, so it is normal to defend the danger, especially the wars of the North and the Divine Mountains that have been going through for nearly a thousand years. However, on the first day of Ye Yiming's arrival, he discovered that there was only a vast and majestic pass on the side of the Divine Mountains, and the north was a flat river.

Ye Yiming had a question in the first few days, what did the North land last for so long? Is the mercy of the sacred mountain? If there is mercy, how could there be war?

He stood on Xiongguan and looked at the opposite river for three days and three nights. He looked at the river. In the past few days, the people patrolling Xiongguan looked at him as if nothing had happened. He also thought that he was the only one in this world. The patrolers were not blind, so they naturally saw him, but Zhuge Cai said, let him go.

Three days later, Bai Ying came behind him, as if he was talking to himself: "No one who practices Buddhism in the sacred mountain or even slanders Buddhism. Even if he uses Buddhist teachings, it is just a martial art... They do this just because they hate all those who practice Buddhism. Do you know why?"

Bai Ying stared at Ye Yiming, but the other party didn't even turn around. Bai Ying didn't care and continued with a smile: "The vast river in front of him has an inexplicable power, which separates the masters of gods through... The river was martyred by the eighteen Buddhas who became gods. If the guests from the sacred mountain crossed the river alone, they would be calm. If the energy of crossing the river reaches the level of gods, they would have to face a vast river. Not only the eighteen Buddhas who became gods, but also from the power of heaven and earth. Therefore, the north does not need a strong pass, and the north can stand until now. It is not because the sacred mountain is kind..."

Ye Yiming sat here for so long, thinking about what he had learned and experienced before. He found that he was influenced by all the sounds around him, even those dead people, but he had never experienced the same thing. He didn't know which one was true or which one was false. He turned his head and asked Bai Ying, "The eighteen Buddhas transformed into rivers with their bodies, which is not a force that can be crossed. Why did the sacred mountain still let it flow west for so many years in these long years?"

Ye Yiming's eyes were sincere and innocent, like a child who was thirsty for knowledge. Bai Ying suddenly felt that he had told him those words that had not been verified, but if he didn't answer, he swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "I heard, I just heard it! You can listen to it as a legend... It is said that this world is a world of curses. Originally, if you cross the Heavenly Level, you should become a god, but after you reach this realm, you can't take all your strength and be restricted, so our world is called the God-abandoned Continent. After all, the realm after crossing the Heavenly Level has no name. How many people who have cultivated to that realm are stupid? So masters who have not crossed the Heavenly Level are willing to sacrifice their lives for the so-called great cause of unification. After all, the souls of people die..."

Ye Yiming's eyes dimmed a little. After thinking for three days, there was no result. No one seemed to give him a result. Everyone's words were heard and recorded in history or seen. However, people's eyes were in front of him, and they could only see one side, not to mention the oral and written records? He had been to the place where the divine realm was recorded in history, and had seen a place where the God-abandoned continent would be called the border. All the experiences were actually like dreams. He tried to dream everything, but everything seemed to be vivid in his mind. The most important thing was that his long sword was really gone, and he was now holding a pair of short swords on his legs.

"Did you say this world is real?" Ye Yiming asked with his head down.

Bai Ying felt that he was crazy and came to pay attention to Ye Yiming who was dazed here, but he still replied casually: "How can it be unreal? Eating too much will make you fat, and practicing will make you stronger..."

"Oh...is it?"

Ye Yiming responded, then lowered his head there, as if he was asleep. Bai Ying wanted to leave, but he always felt that something was wrong with Ye Yiming, and he had to stay here to watch. After all, his life and death are also tied to him. Recently, everyone has regarded Ye Yiming as air, but they did not regard him as air. He saw that many people staring at him... Many people died in this war, but many people survived, and he was not glorious. He was not afraid of death as he said himself.

Ye Yiming sat there motionlessly, as if he was really asleep. After a moment, his body began to shake irregularly, and a dark aura spread across his body, from the inside out.

Bai Ying was startled, Ye Yiming was invading the inner demon, and he was helpless now.

There was something shaking, and this time it was much bigger than before. Ye Yiming sat on the edge of the Xiong Pass, his body lost balance, and he smashed into the ground like a broken sack, splashing some dust on the ground. Ye Yiming was lying there without breathing. Looking down from the Xiong Pass, it was not much different from the rocks on the ground.

Bai Ying knew that he was not dead, after all, he was still alive. He came to Ye Yiming's side and was a little confused. The inner demon was a disaster and a blessing. If he could get over it, he would be promoted without any obstacles. If he could not get over it, his body would die and his soul would disappear. He could not let Ye Yiming die, but he could not do anything.

"I am only eighteen years old this year, but I have heard and seen many things. I found that everything seems to be fake. Today is right, maybe tomorrow will be different... So what is true?" Ye Yiming just lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was muttering to himself or asking the Bai Ying beside him.

Bai Ying was not sure if Ye Yiming could hear it, but he couldn't help but answer, "You have heard a lot and seen a lot, have you done a lot? You haven't done anything, and there is nothing to talk about the true or false? You have a long way to go... Go and do it!"

Ye Yiming was still lying there, without replying or breathing. A gust of wind blew, and his clothes were like broken dry grass dancing with the wind.

"We are intelligent creatures, right? Since we are wisdom, we will lie, right?"

Bai Ying did not answer this time, but his spine became cold. Ye Yiming lay in front of him, as dilapidated as a stubborn stone, but the sound came from behind. He was sure that this was Ye Yiming's voice, but it seemed to come from Jiuyou. Bai Ying quickly escaped from the place like a frightened beast, and then turned around. Just as the sound rang, he felt that his soul seemed to be frozen.

Two Ye Yiming appeared in front of him, one lying on the ground, as if it was blending with dust, but it was certain that Ye Yiming, with flesh and blood, and the other stood there with darker skin and strange runes on his face. He ignored the white eagle with a look of alertness, and then walked a few steps in place and continued to say to himself: "Smart creatures... Each has his own ideas, and it doesn't have to lie. Just telling others about his own ideas will already affect others. Then what you have gained is right... I should go and take a look..."

Ye Yiming smiled, his teeth were very white, and the white eagle suddenly had a strange and beautiful look.

Ye Yiming, who was originally lying on the ground, got up, his eyes were empty and unconscious, while the other one came over and hugged him, and then dissipated.

An unstable energy fluctuation spread out from Ye Yiming's body, rolling over the ground, all the rocks were pressed into powder and then spread outward, and several black shadows flashed in the direction of the river in the distance.

"Go up! The people from the North are not very peaceful..." Bai Ying looked at the direction of the North and frowned.

Ye Yiming shook his head. He was a little dizzy now. He felt that he had a dream again. He said some inexplicable words in the dream, but he could not remember what he had said or done. But he remembered that he fell down from the pass, and heard Bai Ying's words, and replied: "Although the human level can be hung in the air, he can't get to such a high pass!"

"Didn't you feel that your cultivation has improved?" Bai Ying was very angry. Although he had not experienced the inner demons when he practiced to the Earth level, he had experienced many hardships. And now the black shadows in the north have quickly approached here.

Ye Yiming finally woke up, and he also saw the dark shadow. The magic cultivator in the north could not have opened the city gate for the sake of the two of them, so now he can only find a way to go to the city wall.

"Walk!"

Bai Ying shouted loudly, and when he first went up the city wall, Ye Yiming followed closely. The distance between the two was no more than two meters. When they approached the city wall, a hazy light surrounded Ye Yiming's waist.

The black shadow, who was originally slowly approaching, suddenly accelerated when he saw the two of them jumping up, and then soared into the air to try to intercept them. Several black shadows only took more than ten meters in the air. A white rune on the city wall lit up, and the black shadow was pressed under the wall at a faster speed.
Chapter completed!