Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Ye Jin is a veteran of the Black Bamboo Society.

He has participated in many battles between the Black Bamboo Society and Tai Sui.

As he said, Tai Sui was under siege before being driven out of the country, and he must not care about hiding when he was alive or dead.

The problem is that Ye Jin can't even remember what happened decades ago, so where should Yan Jing learn about it?
"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. Just because I can't remember clearly doesn't mean that the memory has disappeared from my mind."

Seeing Yan Jing's troubled expression, Ye Jin explained,
"The memory is still there, it just needs some help from the outside world."

"What do I need to do?"

"It's very simple, enter my memory, go to participate in the great war many years ago, and look for clues that we have neglected."

Ye Jin straightened up and told his real purpose of inviting Yan Jing here this time.

"This"

Yan Jing didn't know how to deal with it.

In an instant, the figures of the people disappeared.

"Don't waste your time, we came here today, we don't want to go back alive, let's see the real chapter!"

"When people look back on the past, what they can see is always what they cared about at that time. However, the information collected by the eyes and brain is not limited to this small part. What we want to find is the secret hidden in the dark place of Tai Sui. Rediscovering the information that I had overlooked, and this is the part that I can't remember."

In the end, what was brought up was only phantoms that appeared layer upon layer.

The middle-aged man at the head, that is, the leader of the Black Bamboo Club raised his finger to the basin surrounded by many hills ahead, and said in a deep voice,
"Ahead is the last hiding place for Tai Sui's remnants. This will be our last battle. Come with me!"

"Yao Mo, don't push people too much. We just want to survive. Why do you pursue and fight like this? We are willing to share the secret art of pulse casting with you. When the sky falls, we will share the glory and wealth." !"

Rich evil energy lingers in it and penetrates deep into the ground.

As the thoughts turned, they flashed directly to the top of the hill near their destination, and then found that it was in the center of the basin. At first glance, it looked like a deserted post station left over from ancient times.

Someone's begging for mercy came from inside the pit, which seemed to be pleading, but actually concealed the intention of sowing discord.

Speaking of this, Ye Jin stopped hiding and signaled Yan Jing to get up.

On the sandy ground in front, there were more than 20 figures galloping towards Yan Jing's position, and when they got closer to a certain distance, they jumped up and just happened to land on the top of the sand dune where Yan Jing was.

Turning her head to look in the direction indicated earlier, Yan Jing didn't intend to follow.

The green jungle in the drizzle disappeared completely.

Everyone knows that with the gradual disappearance of Nan Ke, the superhumans will eventually return to the ordinary, which may be more uncomfortable than killing them.

Spots of light flew down from the branches and revolved around Yan Jing, gradually blurring the scene in front of him.

The full moon hangs high in the sky.
The terrain ahead was undulating like waves, and the rock walls eroded by wind and sand were full of holes of all sizes.

This is the last light and heat of the path.

The original luxuriant branches and leaves are showing magnificent fluorescence at this moment. Countless light spots flow and overflow among the branches and leaves, making the whole canopy look like a human brain!
Ye Jin approached the trunk of the giant tree, and his figure returned to the appearance of a puppet to blend in, leaving only one sentence,

In all likelihood, Ye Jin used a certain precious item or ability, but...why did he use it now?
Just as Yan Jing was busy checking the surrounding situation, multiple energy reactions suddenly appeared in the spread perception.

When the bolide fell to the ground, it had already turned into a fireball with a diameter of more than half a meter. The instant it collided, the station was completely overturned, and the subsequent attacks destroyed even the foundation, revealing a huge and deep hole.

Now that the battle had broken out, there was no need to cover it up. The leader of the Black Bamboo Society rode a goshawk and flew over the pit, shouting in a deep voice.

In order to uproot this terrorist organization, the Black Bamboo Club, together with righteous people who are also apostles of Nanke, fought fiercely with this group of unscrupulous lunatics for nearly two months with extraordinary perseverance, destroying all their strongholds across the country.

He mentioned that the Black Bamboo Society fought hard to chase down the Tai Sui organization in the late Nanke period.

Integrating the legacy of mountains and seas, the secret technique of vein casting that prolongs life is probably the only way to make them "longevity".

It was clearly a giant worm with a diameter of more than five meters and a body length of at least 20 meters!

Yan Jing noticed that among the more than 20 apostles, only a few were in perfect condition, and almost all of the rest were injured to varying degrees.

The windows on both sides see the dim light of the oil lamps, which is particularly eye-catching in this barren wilderness.

Yan Jing followed behind Ye Jin step by step, and she noticed it within a few steps, and looked up at the crown of the tree above.

Judging from the standing position, Ye Jin in this period should be a junior in the Black Bamboo Club, with a steady momentum. He has obviously experienced a lot of experience and has become a mainstay in the Black Bamboo Club.

These people had clearly experienced a major war not long ago.

The leader of the Black Bamboo Society took out a gauze garment as thin as a cicada's wings from the void and threw it up.

No one noticed Yan Jing, and even one of them passed directly through his body as he advanced.

Standing nearby, Yan Jing could only see a large amount of rubble being thrown up from the pit, followed by dozens of thick tentacles emerging from it, growing on the giant, soft bag-like body.

The target was the dilapidated station.

With Ye Jin's strength, how could he who has survived to this day really forget the biggest enemy of the Black Bamboo Society back then. What he can't remember clearly are those details that he didn't notice at the time.

Not long after, the team of the Black Bamboo Society crossed the surrounding hills, as if someone shot an arrow into the night sky, the red streamer pierced the night, and immediately hundreds of fireballs fell in the night sky of the entire Gobi Desert Basin.

Knowing that he is in Ye Jin's memory, so there is no need to cover up his figure, Yan Jing observes the surroundings, and unexpectedly finds that the environment is extraordinarily real, bending down to grab a handful of gravel, he can even clearly see them at random The wind blows.

A dry wind blows.

Everyone on the Gobi Desert also showed their special abilities, and the psionic storm rolled up sand and dust.

The voice fell.

With his current ability, it is impossible to enter the memory of others, let alone the memory of decades ago.

As for this station, it is obviously just a bait on the bright side.

Close your eyes to relieve the dizziness, and open them again after the external energy fluctuations have calmed down.

Just about to ask how to enter Ye Jin's memory, the conversation stopped abruptly in the middle, because hundreds of vines were already hanging down from the canopy of the tree, and they were constantly weaving various things in the open space.

The Tai Sui organization brought it up at this time, clearly wanting to take the opportunity to disturb the minds of everyone in the Black Bamboo Society.

Yan Jing deliberately searched around twice, and finally found a young man with mid-length hair hanging on both sides of his shoulders behind the crowd.

"The remnants of Tai Sui, get out, this is your burial place!"

There is no doubt that this is not a scene that can be created by ordinary means.

The muffled thunder sounded from the ground of the station!

Without exception, they all wore black bamboo emblems on their chests.

The Tai Sui organization was driven to a dead end and no longer hid.

The current situation should be the later stage of the chase, and the Tai Sui organization has been cornered.

Yan Jing only saw the rising dust and a series of footprints on the Gobi Desert.

Yan Jing, who has traveled through different worlds many times, is already used to this feeling.

Don't think about it, these people should be the first generation of Nanke apostles of the Black Bamboo Society.

"Enter my memory, pay attention to the movements of the members of the Tai Sui organization, and I will give you the corresponding permission to act in the memory."

The goshawk neighed under his feet, dived down suddenly, and rushed straight to the pothole. Yao Mo held two maces, and a phantom of a general appeared behind him.

Naturally, there is no high-tech such as electric lights in this day and age, and there are only a string of lanterns hanging on the top of the station.

Obviously, this bait is of no use to the prepared Mozhushe.

Due to the gradual calming of the aura tide, the abilities of most extraordinary people are constantly weakened by the changes in the environment.

He stopped what he was doing, turned around and jumped onto a nearby sand dune.

Even though she has never seen a Tai Sui person until now, Yan Jing still guessed their location, which is just below the station.

The pavilion woven with vines dissipated immediately, and he turned and walked towards the giant tree behind.

Yan Jing was like a bystander, observing the resurrected apostles in Ye Jin's memory personally.

It was only then that Yan Jing realized that she was in an exceptionally barren Gobi desert.

"Wait, you haven't told me yet"

Recalling the conversation with Yue Qianren not long ago.

"Everyone, the disappearance of Nanke is a foregone conclusion. The tide is receding, and our abilities have declined irreparably. But before that, we must eradicate the cancer of the Tai Sui organization, and never allow them to use evil spirits to destroy the order of the world."

The unique smell of traditional Chinese medicine, the smell of blood, and even the fluctuating qi mechanism in the perception are enough to prove this point.

On the top of the worm's head, the Taisui remnant wearing a khaki windproof cloak kept making seals with his hands, and he went straight to the leader of the Shangmozhu Society. On the edge of the pothole below, the remaining members of Taisui also charged.

A large-scale melee is about to begin.

Time pauses at this moment.

Yan Jing didn't come here to watch a play.

He had to figure out why Tai Sui's remnants could rise again after being kicked out of the country.