Chapter 1569

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.

Step, step!

Yang Feng bit his teeth and continued to move forward step by step.

When he went on for kilometers, he saw several bitter monks. The strong ones were covered with moss and covered with dust. It can be seen that these bitter monks have been practicing for many years.

"I'm the leader of the Purdue gate. I have the ambition of Purdue the world."

Yang Feng kept meditating in his heart, and recalled the war of King City, the war of Dingjun City, and the war of soul river.

Especially in the battle of soul River, on the choppy Blood River, the experts of Purdue gate and the strong men of life and Death Gate launched an earth shaking war. In that war, Purdue gate was defeated and mother LAN nine nights died. After that, the soul killing army covering the sky destroyed thousands of members of Purdue gate.

"Revenge."

"Revenge."

Yang Feng's murderous spirit was everywhere. The endless murderous spirit even covered the boundless evil spirit. Then he continued to move forward, surpassing the bitter friars and walked towards a black mountain in front of him.

In the spirit of resentment, the tall and straight Montenegro, whether rocks or trees, is black, as if affected by resentment, so it becomes black.

Yuanshen eleven heavy early limit!

When Yang Feng was about to get close to Montenegro, the power of resentment here was already the limit of the early stage of Yuanshen's eleven fold. Although he was only the middle stage of Yuanshen's ten fold, his combat effectiveness reached Yuanshen's eleven fold.

WOW!

When a flood of voices came, the bitter friars opened their eyes and said, "what's the matter? How can someone enter the black mountain area?"

A thin and small ascetic monk said, "I have been practicing hard here for 30 years, and I have only seen one person who can enter the area of Montenegro, because to enter that area requires not only strong strength, but also strong faith."

"Yes, without strong faith, even the twelve strong Yuanshen can't enter the black mountain." Another strong man like a zombie spoke.

Because these ascetic monks have been practicing hard here for 30 years, they become like walking corpses. It is hard to imagine what faith and motivation can make them practice hard here for 30 years. Moreover, the strength of these bitter friars exceeded that of Saint Laurent.

Zhuxia mainland is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. There are countless strong people.

It seems that the strong of the eight kings are not invincible. There are many anonymous bitter monks. Their strength is superior to the eight kings, but these people are dedicated to hard cultivation, so they don't care about the world.

But in the dialogue between these people, Yang Feng also learned that to enter Montenegro and reach the power of resentment, we need not only strong strength, but also strong faith.

But then, the zombie like bitter monk sighed and said, "it's just a pity. Twenty years ago, the man named Yang Jiuding was trapped there for a long time after he entered the black mountain area with strong faith. He also failed to break through the black mountain area and enter the core of the forbidden area."

"Yes, only by breaking through the black mountain area can you enter the core of the forbidden area. Unfortunately, Yang Jiuding has been trapped there for a long time. Alas, he is the first expert I have seen in my life. He can enter the black mountain area and have the opportunity to enter the core of the resentment forbidden area, but he still failed."

Yang Jiuding!

Hearing the name, Yang Feng's heart was in turmoil. Isn't this his father.

He looked at the masters and said respectfully, "predecessors, have Yang Jiuding really been here?"

Since the deep eyes look at Yang Feng, the sharp eyes give people a feeling of facing the abyss. Although these people seem to be walking dead, their eyes are very sharp, like stars. However, Yang Feng can feel that the realm of these people is higher than himself, but they still can't enter the black mountain area. Maybe their faith is not strong enough.

"Young man, who are you?" Asked the zombie master.

"I'm the leader of Pudu gate, Yang Feng."

Yang Feng didn't hide his identity because these bitter friars didn't ask about the world.

"Yang Feng?"

Several people shook their heads, indicating that they had not heard of it. If they were outside, no one would know as long as they mentioned Yang Feng's name, but these people had not heard of it, but it was normal. After all, they hadn't left here for 30 years.

"Yang Jiuding is my father." Yang Feng said again.

"Oh!"

The masters nodded slightly and said, "so you are also the enemy of the gate of life and death."

Although they know that Yang Feng is the enemy of the gate of life and death, these people have not changed.

"Exactly."

Yang Feng nodded and said, "several predecessors, have my father Yang Jiuding ever been here?"

As long as there are stories about his father, Yang Feng wants to know, because he regards his father as a great hero and figure.

"Yes."

The zombie like master nodded and said, "I remember a non-human and non ghost man came here twenty years ago. At first, we didn't know his name, but later we knew that his name was Yang Jiuding and he was the master of the nether world. However, we don't know what force the nether world is. We only know that it is an organization against the emperor of heaven, but it has nothing to do with us."

No man, no ghost!

Yang Feng remembered what happened when he saw his father on Zhenlong island. He opened his father's clothes and saw that there was no flesh and blood on his father, only white bones. At that time, Yang Feng still remembered that scene and dared not forget. He could not imagine how his father survived and what kind of faith had supported his father for 20 years.

The zombie like expert continued: "we also learned later that Yang Jiuding's netherworld mansion was destroyed, and he himself was seriously damaged by the emperor of heaven. He was already dead, but he didn't know how to use it, but he survived. Later, Yang Jiuding came here to enter the core of the forbidden area of Buzhou mountain and find the opportunity for physical rebirth and self breakthrough, but Yang Jiuding was in the black mountain area, Trapped for 20 years, he had been there for 20 years, but he was never able to move forward. Twenty years later, he learned that the deadline was coming, so he had no choice but to leave. "

"This!"

Yang Feng was suddenly very sad. In his consciousness, he recalled the scene on Zhenlong island.

Before his father died, he roared at the sky. Can the emperor of heaven be destroyed.

The emperor of heaven never dies, and the Dragon Oil Lamp never dries up.

Later, his father Yang Jiuding's gods and forms all disappeared and turned into dust.

It turned out that twenty years ago, Yang Jiuding launched the battle of the Ninth Heaven. He was badly hurt by the pen of the judge of the Heavenly Emperor and was bound to die. After he fled, he came to the spiritual world and wanted to open the seal to see the spiritual emperor, but there was nothing he could do, but he finally communicated with the spiritual emperor with strong ideas.

Yang Jiuding obtained the spirit emperor's secret skill and survived by relying on the power of the dead.

After that, Yang Jiuding left the seal of Emperor Ling and came to the forbidden area of Buzhou mountain. He wanted to find a way for flesh and blood rebirth and self breakthrough in the forbidden area, but even though he approached the core of the forbidden area infinitely with strong faith and reached the black mountain outside the hinterland of the forbidden area, he was trapped there for 20 years.

Twenty years later, Yang Jiuding knew that the deadline was coming and was unable to return to heaven, so he had no choice but to give up.

After leaving, Yang Jiuding was unwilling to die like this, so he returned to his former hometown, Zhenlong Island, where he ended his life and died vigorously. This is also why Yang Jiuding disappeared for 20 years after jiuchongtian was defeated.

Yang Feng didn't expect that in those twenty years, his father was trapped in the black mountain ahead.

He didn't expect that his father had been here.

"Alas!"

The zombie like master sighed and said, "Yang Jiuding is really poor, but it is also respectable and lamentable. He endured the torture of non-human and non ghost and has been trapped there for 20 years. How many days have we heard him cry, and heard him murmur to himself countless times, calling nine nights and the wind."

Nine Nights is my mother LAN nine nights.

As for the wind, it is itself.

Yang Feng knows that it must be his father Yang Jiuding. He has been unable to break through and enter the core of the forbidden area for 20 years. Because he misses his mother and himself, he often calls his two names.

"Father."

Poop!

Yang Feng shouted, then knelt on his knees, looked at the black mountain area and said, "father, my child is unfilial. I don't know you've been trapped here for 20 years, but you can't break through. Father, I'll finish the road for you, my child."

At the end of his speech, Yang Feng stood up and walked forward step by step with heavy steps.

"Hey, young man, I advise you to go back. You're still young. Don't waste your time. We're old and dying. Just waste our time here." Seeing that Yang Feng continued to move forward, the experts persuaded him.

But Yang Feng turned a deaf ear and continued to move forward.

"Alas! It seems that he will be trapped there for another twenty years. "