I live in a desert island property

"Time is so long, have you even forgotten my name, Old Turtle? Haven't you found a new immortal to take over my position?" The old voice said faintly, "I am almost running out of time, you must Only by finding a new immortal sooner can we continue to suppress this demon."

Zhang Ming was silent, where can I find the Immortal for you? He could only smile awkwardly: "Your Majesty the Turtle, are you guarding this mountain road?"

"This one?" said the old voice, "I have guarded one hundred and eight mountain roads, and the one you are on now is just one of them."

"It's strange that you have the way of the devil. It's actually the first time I've seen it... you can still maintain your sanity. If you can keep it up, your future will be bright."

This old voice is really that of the legendary tortoise in the mountains.

But unlike the legend, it said that it was about to die of old age.

Although the turtle has a long life, it still has its time.

If it really dies of old age, the demon "Mo" anchored here may expand its influence, and then it won't be as simple as "don't look back."

"Excuse me, how many more years can you last..." Zhang Ming asked politely.

The Mountain-bearing Divine Turtle sighed quietly: "It seems you don't know anything, junior."

"Mo" is so powerful, even if this mountain road is just a small anchor for it, the continuous flow of demonic power is not something ordinary people can bear.

So a long, long time ago, a great wise man made a plan: to allow the power of "Mo" to extend, but not to extend it too much.

It is equivalent to the military method of "surrounding three and missing one". If all the loopholes are blocked, it is not a good solution, but opening up a gap slightly can actually weaken the devil.

This is the case with these mountain roads.

"Mo" will try to anchor all life that passes through it.

If an ordinary person successfully passes through this mountain road, it is equivalent to "Mo" investing his strength but getting nothing.

If an ordinary person turns around in the middle, he will be killed directly by the "watcher".

Over time, in the long-term war of attrition, the Demon God only has to pay but has no income. No matter how powerful it is, it will slowly weaken.

However, the most important part of this plan must be suppressed by the strong!

The power projected by "Mo" cannot be too strong, otherwise no one will be able to escape the temptation. It will definitely not be as simple as "don't look back" like it is now.

It cannot be too weak. If the power transmitted is too little, it will not have a weakening effect.

"I have been suppressing this dangerous place for countless years. Now that my life span is about to run out, have you found an immortal to take over? It has been so many years."

"If not, what should you do if I die?" The Mountain-bearing Turtle said quietly in an incomprehensible tone, "I will be dead by then, and I will not be able to control this world. You can't blame me."

It seems a little dissatisfied.

Zhang Ming was shocked by this huge plan, but was speechless.

"Didn't the great wise man who made the plan have the corresponding backup plan?"

"Junior, you really don't know anything... There is no need to say more, as long as we find the immortal to take over, you don't need to know anything else." The Mountain-bearing Turtle seemed a little restless.

Zhang Ming glanced at Shimama helplessly, do you turtles have such bad tempers?

Shimama said that your uncle Shi has a very good temper, but this turtle god is mysterious and like a madman.

"That great wise man, but... is he buried?"

"No need to say more, just find an immortal to take over!" the tone of the negative mountain turtle became louder and louder.

The Burial Realm is the place where the Four Battles took place. Perhaps what Zhang Ming is seeing is just the tip of the iceberg.

"There may not be many immortals now, because taking a new path is the mainstream of the current era." Zhang Ming explained what a "new path" is.

As a result, the Mountain-bearing Turtle doesn't seem to care about the new or old roads at all. It seems to be suffering from Alzheimer's disease and keeps repeating: "I don't care about your new or old roads, just find me an immortal to take over!" Or you can take over this position!"

A huge pressure pressed on Zhang Ming's back.

This time it was not as simple as one or two tons. Zhang Ming suddenly felt like a whole world was pressing on him, and even the surrounding air became solid.

What Zhang Ming faced was not the Mountain-bearing Turtle, but the extremely powerful demon.

The world slowly lost all its colors and became only black and white.

All living beings passing by the "Don't Turn Back" mountain road have carried part of the black color into a world full of white. In their laughter and conversation, they eliminated part of the devil's power.

This is the work of the Mountain-bearing Turtle, year after year, day after day.

But is this enough?

This is not enough, there is too much black, endless, as if there is no end.

Zhang Ming felt the unique pride of Foolish Old Man who moved mountains, just like moving seawater drop by drop in the ocean, which gave him a kind of confusion and great horror.

"Old Turtle, what are you so worried about? I think you have fallen into the devil's trick!" Suddenly, Shimama roared loudly, reawakening Zhang Ming from his confusion.

"Who are you?"

The old voice of the Mountain-bearing Divine Turtle carried a subtle murderous aura.

The environment in all directions suddenly became foggy, and the "Don't Turn Back" mountain path, which was only a foot away, suddenly became narrow and long, as if there was no way to get out of the exit.

A terrifying and eerie atmosphere is brewing in the mountain road.

Zhang Ming is in a hurry, why are you so crazy about this stone? This old turtle doesn't seem to have any ill intentions.

Shimama thought to herself: "Old Turtle, you have been guarding here for a long time. Unknowingly, the power of the devil entered your brain without knowing it... Maybe you already knew it and you were just asking for help?"

"What, what did you say?"

The stone's momentum continued: "What are those dark shadows you asked Lao Zhang to carry just now? Your soul body, or your personality clone?"

"If you stay here, it won't have any impact. You are facing a demon. It will not be stupid enough to do nothing. Just let your foolish old man move mountains."

"Let me guess, what is 'Mo''s ability? Since part of it is 'Don't look back,' then perhaps remorse and regret are also part of its ability."

"Since you don't look back, you definitely can't take the regret medicine, right?"

"Once you feel remorse, you will be unable to suppress this terrifying demon. Even if this is just a small extension of its power, it will be difficult for you to resist."

Zhang Ming was shocked. Thinking about it carefully, how could a demon god say "don't look back" so easily? But if it becomes an abstract concept that cannot even be regretted in the heart, then it can be called a demon-level strength.

Shimama said: "This regret has entered my mind, like a spider's thread wrapped around my body, and I can't break free. So I had to develop some personality to be temporarily free... So I guess those dark shadows you asked Zhang Ming to carry just now are Your secondary personality.”

"Who are you, you dare to slander me!" The Mountain-bearing Turtle was furious, "I have guarded this place for thousands of years, but you slander me at will?!"

It projects attention onto the black stone.

"I am your uncle turtle!" Shimama exuded a Xuanwu aura.

Suddenly, the illusion of a giant turtle the size of a continent descended here.

"Hmph, it's just a little trick. What did I think it was? It turned out to be a long-dead remnant soul." The Mountain-bearing God Turtle sneered.

"Master Turtle never does ink. If you don't like it, I will start a war!" The huge Xuanwu illusion stretched out his claws and slapped forward hard.

"The power of Xuanwu!"

The mountain-bearing turtle sneered.

The dark wind roared, thousands of horses were silent, Shimama was attacked by a powerful force, and flew out of the mountain road with a "waaaah" sound.

Zhang Ming's face moved a few times, and he couldn't understand at all. This stone was obviously weak and he had to provoke the opponent.

He just felt that the flying parabola was perfect, with a full and round feeling.

But then, the Mountain-bearing Divine Turtle seemed to have lost its will to talk, its cold aura gradually converged underground, and it stopped talking to anyone.

"If you have anything to do, you can call me. I will leave a communicator first. I shouldn't leave the Burial Realm in the short term."

Zhang Ming took a step forward and walked out of this narrow mountain road.

The sun shines through the mist and shines warmly on the face, giving people a sense of being in another world - who knew that it is just a small mountain road, but it contains so much.

And Shimama was lying on the ground humming, seemingly dissatisfied with her performance.

"Hey, what are you doing? You provoked others and got beaten." Zhang Ming picked it up, put it in his backpack, and laughed.

Shimama said: "You idiot, do you really think I'm fighting with it? Can't you see it? This old turtle is really in trouble. It can't suppress this terrible demon anymore."

"Why? It didn't say that at all."

"The rules of the devil are the limits of a certain field. You have to let your imagination run wild and guess its signs as much as possible. Since this devil is called 'Mo', any regrets are not allowed, and you cannot even make any move to retreat. .”

"As a suppressor, the old turtle has been sitting here for a long time, so he will inevitably be affected."

"But it doesn't dare to admit that it can't suppress it. Otherwise, the moment it admits it, it will regret and retreat, and it will fall into the devil's way."

"So it just throws me out there to show that what I said was actually correct."

"Do you still think I really started a war with it?"

"That's it!" Zhang Ming looked at Shi Mama as if he were a genius. Why is this guy so smart? It's really weird!

Could it be that after being seriously injured, his brain became enlightened?

Shimama sighed: "How pitiful! This old turtle has been staying in this hellish place for who knows how many years, but in the end he has achieved nothing. Can he not regret it?

"Oh, it is really pitiful, even more pitiful than Bai Ze."

"But the more it thinks like this, the less it can suppress the Demon God. Maybe sooner or later it will erupt like a volcano, and it may become the Demon God's puppet."

How can we overcome this deep regret? The answer is that you can't overcome it. How can you fight against your own thinking?

Impossible, the most invincible thing for intelligent creatures is themselves. All kinds of messy thoughts grow up like weeds, one after another.

Facing the demon "Mo", it can't even escape, and it can't change a suppressor midway, because changing a suppressor is also a way to retreat!

Unless, it dies.

Once it dies, it is equivalent to walking the road to the end without any retreat.

Death is the ultimate release.

At that time, a suppressor can be replaced.

"That's why it said that its lifespan has expired."

"Actually, I think it's not at the end of its lifespan, but if it wants to replace its suppressor, it must die! Only when it dies can it be considered free."

This conjecture was so terrifying that Zhang Ming couldn't help but be silent and bowed slightly to the old turtle statue carrying a heavy burden.

"The immortal who takes over may be killed by us. It feels like the sky is shattered all at once." Zhang Ming whistled twice guiltily.

He thought of the scene where Wanhai Civilization hurriedly tried to create immortals through the "art of artistic conception reversal". It was obvious that there was something very important in such a hurry.

As a result, after a long time of hard work, not even a single immortal was created...

Things in this world are always one after another, and an error in one of them triggers a series of chain reactions.

Shimama said: "We didn't kill him... you killed him. Don't blame me."

"You, Zhang Ming, take the blame."

Zhang Ming coughed twice, but he didn't feel any psychological burden.

After all, the positions are different and the way of looking at the problem is also different.

At that time, the machete hit my neck, so why don't I resist a few times?

What's more, the immortals created through the "art of artistic conception reversal" may not be qualified. Maybe they won't be suppressed for long before they are contaminated by the devil's thoughts...

What's more, the Burial World is so big that there should be more than one mountain path similar to "Don't Look Back".

Perhaps there are many situations similar to the "Godly Turtle on the Mountain", where all the original guardians are exhausted.

As soon as he discovered this fact, Zhang Ming couldn't help but feel a lot of pressure. The "place of four battles" mentioned by Zhongshankou really lived up to its reputation.

"It's really not my fault. Zhongshan himself is against it, so he can't let me take the blame..."

He strode forward on the mountain road and suddenly slapped his head: "Then, do you think there is anything that can be done about the civilizations that are taking the new path?"

"If it requires an immortal-level will to suppress...isn't their world will qualified?"

"If you want those civilizations to contribute their own will to the world, wouldn't it cost their lives? Moreover, the power of the devil is so powerful that it may even be able to pollute the will of the world."

"Isn't the will of the world a kind of group consciousness? How can it pollute..."

Zhang Ming pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Although world will is a kind of group consciousness, it can also affect the group from top to bottom.

If the world will of a civilization is contaminated by the devil, the ideology of the civilization may be fundamentally reversed.

All individuals are mentally ill and similarly anchored by demons.

This is an unbearable weight, even more serious than a single immortal being polluted. Because the history of civilization has been changed, it will also provide space-time tidal energy to the devil. When the time comes, a civilization will be trapped by the devil. How terrible!

"So, using the will of the world to suppress the demon is obviously not a good idea. But what if it is the will of the world at the level of the Eternal?"

"That's a bit possible. Let's go and see that technological civilization!" Zhang Ming suddenly thought of something and lowered his voice, "The Mountain-bearing God Turtle, is it a male or a female?"

Shimama was shocked, why is this guy's brain circuit so strange?

"If it's a female turtle, if you work hard, you won't have to work hard anymore."

"If it's a male turtle, you can just make do with it and don't have to work hard anymore."

"I'll beat you to death, you cheap slave!" Shitou jumped up viciously and beat Zhang Ming's head.

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The setting sun is hidden in the clouds and mist, stretching out thousands of miles of red clouds, reflected in the clear water, withered vines and old trees, and occasionally you can hear folk songs echoing in the mountains and fields.

This is a small mountain village with a very advantageous geographical location - Black Iron Village.

The indigenous residents in the village look like turtle people who walk upright and are 1.6 meters tall. Their skin is covered with yellow-brown scales, their turtle shells are raised high, their arms are strong, and they are warm and hospitable. A caravan passed through the "Don't Turn Back" mountain road, and a group of turtle men beat gongs and drums and stood at the entrance of the village to greet them.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

"Mr. Zhang, I've finally waited for you." Guo Dazhu laughed and said to the young man behind him, "I'll just say there's no problem... As long as you abide by the rules, there'll be no problem."

Zhang Ming cursed a few words secretly, you really don’t know where this rule came from...

Next to the village, there was a group of bear men, pretending to be selling goods.

After all, they are a technological civilization, and if they bring any small goods, they are the most popular goodies.

With so many races mixed together, it feels like a "small trading market".

Zhang Ming glanced at the Turtle Man: "The bloodline of the Mountain-bearing Turtle... is rather strange... a bit like the legendary Turtle Immortal."

"No wonder they can live in this ghost place. It turns out they are protected by their ancestors..."

The village is filled with the smell of burning sulfur and coal, and the sound of "clinking, clanging" iron can be heard everywhere.

Black Iron Village, as the name suggests, is where high-quality black iron ores and coal mines can be dug, relying on mountains and water. The ancestors have actually spread some bloodlines, and more importantly, they have to rely on themselves.

In order to make a living, these turtle people have honed their forging skills.

Although from the perspective of scientific and technological civilization, this craft is not very good, it is definitely a well-known technical activity in the local area, and various weapons and agricultural tools are first-class hard currency.

What's more, there is a "Don't Turn Back" mountain road not far away. The Black Iron Village's disaster during the Night of One Hundred Ghosts was not serious, and all kinds of monsters were blocked by this mountain road... This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

The arrival of the caravan brought more living supplies, and the turtle people naturally welcomed them.

"Clothes, salt, grain, pots and pans, medicines, tobacco and alcohol, everything is available! It is transported from many different villages, cheap and good quality." Guo Dazhu was shouting on the steamer, and there were a lot of turtles. People take the finished products they have forged and exchange their enthusiasm for goods.

The scene was very lively.

"You haven't set up a caravan in Qingshi Village for decades... Hey, these are the clothes of Lijia Village, take two." An old turtle man lit up the soil smoke and rolled his eyes.

His eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey, what kind of turtle is this? It's very beautiful! Do you want to take a bite? Five thousand years ago, maybe we were the same family."

The little white turtle was speechless. Fifty thousand years ago, we were definitely not the same family...

The Xiongba Civilization on the other side, disguised as a local caravan, also carried some goods. After selling some symbolically, they looked nervously at the strong man who followed the path of the devil, and some didn't know how to speak. .

As a result, Zhang Ming's first words shocked them: "You should be a civilization taking a new path... Where have you gone?"

You...how do you know.

Zhang Ming grabbed the cage containing the "little bamboo shoots" and walked over slowly.

The "little bamboo shoot" basked in the sun lazily. It seemed to have become accustomed to it after being captured for so many days.

Seeing that Zhang Ming's mental state was not bad, Taize, the leader of Xiong Yan Civilization, also breathed a long sigh of relief.

It seemed that the big flat peach he contributed had an effect.

"Do you know the new road?" Taize asked in surprise. How could the local indigenous people know this knowledge?

"Of course... New Road is famous, how could you not know it?" Zhang Ming said with a smile, "I have just arrived in this world not long ago... I am not a native here. I come from some world community... Gaiziran World Community .”

This term is a bit difficult to pronounce. Zhang Ming searched for it in the memory library for a long time before he remembered the specific term.

"That's it! We come from the Goujiangai world community, and both of us are not in the same world ring anymore, haha."

There are strict academic standards for naming world communities. The first character is the name of the world ring, and the following characters are equivalent to the code names of geographical locations. If the first word is different, it means that the two parties do not belong to the same world ring.

"Maybe it's because our world communities are relatively far apart, but I haven't heard of your name in the past. Otherwise, I would never have paid a visit..." Taize said with a smile.

But no matter what, falling into this ghost place is like meeting a fellow villager!

He stretched out a bear paw: "Sir, since we have the same difficulties, how about we find a way out of here together?"

Naturally, they have discussed this matter many times. There are obviously some risks in cooperating with a strong man who follows the path of the devil. What if this guy breaks out again?

But being in this damn world is inherently risky.

The longer you stay, the greater the risk!

Taize introduced himself: "My civilization is not the kind of civilization that is good at fighting. It has quite a lot of unique technologies. Even if it falls into this world, the branch of our civilization still retains a small amount of industrial strength. However, as time goes by, the industry will slow down." Slowly weakening, we will become local aborigines by then... After all, we only have more than 10,000 people."

Zhang Ming nodded. With insufficient population, no matter how advanced a civilization is, its industrial capacity will definitely decline: "What stage has your new civilization reached?"

"In the synaesthesia stage, it can support about 10 people and control relatively simple strong spiritual rules."

"That's pretty good." Zhang Ming was very curious, because humans are also cultivating world will, and there must be many technical details, but he was embarrassed to ask directly. After all, these issues are considered core secrets.

Calculated this way, the Xiongba Civilization seems to be slightly weaker than the Winger Civilization, because the Winger Civilization can produce more than a dozen soldiers who have mastered strong rules at once, and can also cultivate the pinnacle of extraordinary beings.

Of course, the gap between extraordinary beings is also huge... The strong one is like Zhong Shan, the weak one can only be used as a facade or a mascot.

Civilized war ultimately involves a competition between technological and industrial strength.

"Ahem...the unique technology of my civilization is this pair of small glasses."

Taize handed over a "combat power detector".

This thing looks like a pair of light blue high-tech VR glasses. It is quite exquisite. Its function can actually estimate the comprehensive indicators of surrounding life forms!

Zhang Ming put on the glasses curiously and looked around for a while. Shimama bloomed with a red luster. Its combat power was about 3000. There were a lot of parameter changes, indicating that it still had some soul-level damage and had not fully recovered. .

Xiaobai's combat power is about 800, which is pretty good for a young turtle.

The combat power of the turtles in Black Iron Village is around 300-600, which is a level higher than that in Qingshi Village. Several turtles seem to have lung diseases. This is normal. For long-term ironing, they always have to inhale some toxic dust, resulting in Lung damage.

Zhang Ming turned his head again and looked at the people in Qingshi Village. Guo Dazhu's blood vessels in his left arm seemed to be somewhat congested. He should have been injured in his left hand.

Another team leader, Guo Badou, had been drinking for a long time, had high blood pressure, and had some minor liver problems.

"You actually have a clairvoyant function. Your civilized medical ability must be very developed..." Zhang Ming sighed with emotion.

"That's natural. As a civilization taking a new path, our Xiongba Civilization must improve its internal people's livelihood conditions. Technology is the primary productive force." Taize said with some pride.

"However, the detector you are wearing is of the highest level. It consumes the source of the world. One unit of the source of the world can be used for 1,000 hours. If it is used for the civilian class, I am afraid that no civilization can afford it."

"I also have some instruments here that can be used without the source of the world. Their detection capabilities are a bit poor, so I can give you some as a gift."

Zhang Ming was a little embarrassed that he had taken some gifts for nothing. He was wondering if he should give some gifts in return, and then turned around to use the detector to spy around.

As for Miss Calabash, she couldn't see anything, and the detector didn't even recognize her as a living thing.

Zhang Ming estimated that the principle of this detector was to measure the strength based on the soul. Miss Calabash protected her soul very tightly, so naturally nothing could be detected.

He lowered his head again and looked at his heart, and he could actually detect the subtle red light!

"A civilization's unique technology is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. My native methods are now unable to completely cover up the demon's fluctuations." Zhang Ming sighed inwardly.

"It seems that they have discovered my abnormality, so they are so polite..."