It was hundreds of feet high, but it was still filled with wind and sand!

This is the first time he has encountered such an environment, which is a bit novel.

So he deliberately moved forward in the wind and sand, experiencing the hardships of wind and sand, feeling the touch of the fine sand crackling on his body every moment.

The yellow sand under my feet is soft, and whirlpools are constantly forming and disappearing.

If ordinary people enter here, they may be able to bury thousands of troops in a short time.

There are also various monsters that jump from the yellow sand from time to time.

Fang Che marched thousands of miles and killed thousands of yellow sand monsters, but no blood was left on the ground. He was instantly covered by wind and sand, and then dried and rolled up. I don’t know where he went...

The corpses of monsters continued to appear with the desert vortex and were constantly swallowed up...

It's like a natural barrier.

Separating warriors from ordinary people.

"Jiu Ye should have deliberately preserved this desert... Because you pass through the desert, you will reach the real main battlefield and border."

"Ordinary people are not suitable for coming here. However, the curiosity of ordinary people is not less than that of warriors... so this desert is necessary."

Fang Che guessed in his heart.

For Fang Che, he was moving alone in the wind and sand.

Instead, it feels comfortable.

This boundless wind and sand blocked everything about oneself, leaving only oneself.

Move forward quietly.

There is no man, no heaven, no earth, no front, no future, no future, no past, and everything disappears.

"Walking through the world with a sword and a sword, the vast sea of ​​yellow sand has become home;

The Demon Skull in the Snow Mountains of the Extreme Realm; Appreciate the Blood Flowers in the Southeast, West and Northeast."

As I walked, I could make a great contribution to poetry, so I wrote a poem.

I searched everywhere, there was a desert, and there was really no place to engrave. I had to give up.

I walked three thousand miles all the way.

Finally, I saw that there seemed to be a mountain in front of me.

He looked at him high and finally exclaimed.

In front of us, there are mountains that are towering into the blue sky, rolling and rolling in the whole circle, like a pillar of heaven.

Even in the clearest weather, you can’t see what the top of the mountain looks like. It’s too high!

I only saw circles of golden light flashing on the top of the mountain, magnificent under the sunlight.

Fang Che finally discovered why the tornado in the desert came. There were countless mountain passes in these mountains, and the wind blocked by the mountains roared wildly from each mountain pass.

Then it gathered and entangled over the desert, naturally forming too many whirlpools in the wind.

The tornado keeps rising, moving, and creating new...

Then it spread all the way to the distance.

Fang Che simply unfolded his body and ran forward frantically.

He ran at a very fast speed and even ran for an hour before he reached the foot of the mountain.

As we headed north, it gradually became colder and reached the foot of the mountain, and it was from the hot summer to the cold winter again.

I searched carefully and fell down.

I saw a huge rock standing tall in the mountain in front of me.

There are a few big words engraved on it.

"Glory and wealth, let's look back here.

If you are greedy for life and fear of death, don’t go up to this mountain!”

Every word is a faint golden sword, revealing its sharpness, bright blood, and murderous aura soars into the sky.

Fang Che's heart suddenly became full of respect.

Looking at these sixteen big words, my heart was filled with enthusiasm and my blood was about to burn.

Next to the big stone is a smooth road up the mountain.

Straight up.

Every stone slab is smooth and bright.

On both sides, there are smooth stone walls more than ten feet high, and there are dense handwriting on them.

"Men should come here! The snow in the snow stays on the clouds!"

"A sword draws the wind here, and the demons never turn back! Feng family is extremely popular."

"Cut off the world and go up the mountain, and you will be in this life without regrets! The Yu family Yu Meng left the words here."

“…”

Until the third level, Fang Che saw an acquaintance.

"Cut your love and righteousness into this mountain, and this knife vows to kill Yannan! Xue's family supports the flute and stay."

Yo, Lord Xue.

Fang Che watched it for a while, and I have to say that Lord Xue even said that even the words "Legend of Leave" were a bit of a kind of medium.

The stone walls on both sides are handwriting in a row and dense manner. Through the handwriting, Fang Che seemed to have seen countless seniors, and went up the mountain from here.

The clothes fluttered, the face was strong, and he went up the mountain with great pride and never looked back.

In Fang Che's eyes, there were countless backs.

In front of them, they went up the mountain step by step. There were swords and swords in their hands, and their bodies were full of righteousness and hot blood!

Looking closely at the words left by these seniors, Fang Che went up the mountain.

He knew that, except for a very few of the seniors who engraved the letters, the vast majority of the others had already been sleeping on the mountain.

Everyone who can leave a word here is enough to dominate the world when they go out!

However, they all chose to die here in obscurity.

The only ones that can record their names are these stone walls.

Even some people's names are only left on the stone wall here!

How many names can be engraved on both sides of the road up the mountain thousands of feet?

All the way up the mountain, I couldn't find a blank space. Every name and every sentence is a heroic back, an immortal heroic soul!

Fang Che counted and had reached more than 4,000 levels, but the words left on both sides were still dense, and they were getting denser and denser, with less and less blank space.

And the handwriting has become smaller.

Fang Che knew very well the psychology of these seniors: when they went up the mountain, they were all engraving words, so they wanted to find a blank place to engrave their names.

But as I went up the mountain, I found that there was no blank space. When I finally found the blank space, I was very cautious when I left the words.

Because we have to leave room for future generations.

So they are all neatly and the handwriting is very small.

Six thousand steps, still full of names. Looking at the stone walls on both sides, as the mountains became steeper and higher, some of them had reached thirty feet, and they were still dense.

He counted step by step.

Finally I saw the blank space, the stone wall not full.

From here, it's all blank.

He saw a kind name.

"The Feng family members will live forever! The wind is east!"

A stern sentence.

Next to it are the names, all starting with the word Feng, with more than a thousand.

They are all the same engravings: "The Feng family will live forever!"

Then there were their own names, one by one, with a strong fighting spirit, just like a row of troops who had already set up their formation and were about to start charging into the formation.

The handwriting is brand new, and you can even see the carved white lithographs.

Obviously, it just carved it.

Calculate the time, I should have left Donghu, returned to the Feng family gathering place without stopping, and then came all the way without stopping at all.

Fang Che took a deep breath and drew out his sword with a clang.

Bibo City, Fang Che!
To be continued...