Meng Yang stared at the distance, pondering in his heart, constantly calculating.

With his strength at the ninth level of the late Gongwu period, it is a fantasy to kill Zu Liren head-on.

If you want to lose your ancestors and make them weaker and weaker, then you can do it.

The hatred of the sand beast was pulled by Zu Liren, especially at the cost of Zu Liren's lifespan, the bloody smell that emerged all over his body had almost no means to dispel it. This led to the two of them flying more and more, and the number of sand beasts chasing Zu Liren was heavier.

The tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of sand beasts flapped their wings at the same time, causing a roar, like the thunder of two people on the Thunder Stone Bridge. Especially the spiritual stone hammer that kept swaying at Zu Liren was even more powerful as the number of sand beasts continued to increase.

The lifespan of the Zhenwu Grand Master Realm is one thousand years. Every time Zuli Ren uses defensive attack methods, almost reducing his lifespan.

Meng Yang could even sense that the fire of life as a ancestor is weakening over time.

Zu Liren could also feel that his body's functions were getting weaker and weaker as he resisted the attack of sand beasts. In just one moment, his life span decreased for decades. He was unable to chase after Meng Yang's anger for a long time, and gradually became occupied by reason.

Meng Yang, who was flying, frowned and felt that the murderous intent that Zu Liren was shrouding on him was actually weakening. He couldn't help but look back and immediately saw Zu Liren's eyes flashing and his face was gloomy and gloomy.

His eyes were deep, and he immediately stepped on his feet, like an eagle spreading its wings on the cliff and jumped up from Xiuchun's sword.

At the same time, a black light suddenly flashed across the Xiuchun Knife.

As the black light overflowed, Xiuchun Dao suddenly turned around and directly rushed towards Zu Liren who was flying behind him.

Sensing the terrifying power of the wielding Embroidered Sword, Zu Liren looked happy and shouted angrily.

"You dare to steal my natal magic weapon. I want this magic weapon..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zu Liren immediately used his spiritual consciousness and directly enveloped Xiuchun Dao flying in, trying to directly erase the connection between the Xiuchun Dao and Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness, but when his spiritual consciousness just touched the Xiuchun Dao, he suddenly frowned and then his expression changed drastically.

Under the sensing of his spiritual consciousness, even the embroidered spring sword could not sense it, let alone erasing Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness.

It seemed as if the flying embroidered spring sword was not real, but a shadow that did not exist in the illusion, and I didn't start at all.

Zu Liren had never encountered this situation before. With just this stupid kung fu, the Xiuchun Sword was approaching. Zu Liren gritted his teeth and immediately burned his life for fifty years. As a layer of blood-colored light curtain surrounding him appeared around him, he hit Xiuchun Sword.

With the roar, the tremendous power of the two colliding and bursting directly shattered all the sand beasts within a radius of 1,000 meters of Zu Liren.

Under the howling wind, Xiuchun Knife did not stop, and with the power of rebound, he immediately flew towards Meng Yang who had fallen to the ground.

Almost as Meng Yang was about to fall in the desert, the Xiuchun Knife, which was turning back, drew an arc in the air, fell straight down, and flew to Meng Yang's feet, dragged Meng Yang's weightless body, rushed straight into the air ninety degrees, and continued to escape to the distance.

Meng Yang, standing on the Xiuchun Sword, looked at the bloody light shrouded in the distance. Zu Liren, who was sneering, suddenly turned around, and under the movement of spiritual power, the Xiuchun Sword's speed immediately surged. He dragged the long escape light, crossed the sky, disappeared into Zu Liren's eyes, who was stagnant in the sky, and resisted the siege of sand beasts.

"The invisible gap between Gong Wu and Zhen Wu is too deep..."

"Even if Zu Li was seriously injured, his spiritual power was exhausted, his magic weapon was damaged, and his mind was seriously injured, he was still difficult to attack and kill. Unfortunately, if I were not Gong Wu, but the Jiwu Realm, or even the Merge Realm, Zu Liren would be afraid he would have died..."

Meng Yang, with a gloomy face, sighed in his heart, and shook his head repeatedly under the whistle sound of the Xiuchun knife cutting the air.

With his eyes flashed, he avoided several hurricanes that reached the sky and flew in diameter toward his left hand.

He also secretly planned to grab Hong Dan, Hong Beast's corpse, and Zu Liren's blood-colored dagger.

After a while, when Meng Yang looked up and looked at the dim sky, he couldn't help but murmur: "This Zu Liren should die under the siege of sand beasts, otherwise with my palace martial arts cultivation level, I'm afraid that this Zu Liren would notice it long ago. Without thinking too much, I would also think of my treasure."

"If he survives and tells others about this, the consequences..."

Meng Yang did not continue to say it, but his face became even more gloomy.

Meng Yang, who is cautious in nature, couldn't help but decide secretly when he thought of the consequences, and it would be better to have less contact with other Zhenwu periods.

Even if Zu Liren died under the siege of the sand beast, he should be cautious to avoid exposing himself too much reliance.

As for Jing Hongyun, Meng Yang also decided not to meet the other party unless it was absolutely necessary.

In this way, he had to face many unknown dangers alone and Zuliren who might survive to hunt him down.

No matter which one it is, Meng Yang cannot take it lightly.

"It seems that I misunderstood the one-month period."

"Nine days have passed, and the remaining time is not enough to find treasures. How can we find the ancient blood in the human population and the magic weapon beyond the soul-level? The time loss here must be many times slower than that in the outside world. It seems that we have to plan and plan."

Thinking of this, Meng Yang looked around at the desert that seemed to never fly to the end, and immediately controlled the embroidered sword under his feet, and suddenly started to think. With his eyes narrowed, he thought of a possibility. In his opinion, if the desert really couldn't fly out, then there was only one possibility and reason that he would leave here, that is, he would go out as he came in.

"Risk vortex..."

Meng Yang's eyes were slightly brighter, staring at the howling hurricane that was connecting the sky and the ground in the distance, his eyes became hot.

When he entered this place, he remembered it very clearly that there were many hurricanes around him, and the whirlpool of cracks was in it.

Then the emergence of this crack vortex is either a teleportation array in this Void Land, or a teleportation crack that appears when many hurricanes gather together and cut the space.

No matter which one is, you must first look for many places in the hurricane and then you will know after a look.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's expression couldn't help but show a hint of strangeness.

At the beginning, he saw a strange point, that was the direction of the hurricane moving, always towards one place.

It seems that something attractive exists there.

Meng Yang originally planned to go and investigate, but halfway through, he was attracted by the mirage caused by Zu Liren and the sand beast. He forgot it behind his mind. When he remembered it, he suddenly felt very strange.

After a few breaths, Meng Yang turned his head and looked at his left hand and snorted coldly. He immediately controlled the Xiuchun Knife and dragged him to the west.

Two days later, Meng Yang's eyes flashed, he stepped on the embroidered spring sword and flew in the air, staring at the huge ancient tower in the distance.

Around the tower, hundreds of hurricanes formed a circular rotating air wall, constantly rotating around the tower.

The raised yellow sand makes everything in front of you look like a yellow scene, like the scene of the end of the world.

The powerful suction force formed by hundreds of hurricanes gathered together can be felt even if Meng Yang stood ten thousand meters away.

And that power that could tear apart the void did not cause any damage to the ancient tower in the middle.

The whistling sounds were like ghosts, which made Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness radiate in a turbulent manner in the surrounding space, and seemed to be blocked by a thrust.

Meng Yang looked at it for a while, suddenly pinched the magic trick with his hands, and suddenly spurted out a water sword, heading straight for the spinning hurricanes.

Afraid of missing any details, he looked at the Water Sword with concentration and found that the Water Sword had just approached a hundred feet of hurricane and was shattered into pieces by the strong and intense aura shrouded around him, and with a crisp sound, it sprinkled around.

The hurricane's suction and pulling force did not respond to the shattered and splashed water.

Allow the sprinkled water to fall into the desert in diameter.

Meng Yang looked calm, but was shocked inside.

The hurricane vortex that shrouded around it seemed to have affected some natural rule.

Moreover, from Meng Yang's perception, he also discovered a strange phenomenon.

Even these hundreds of hurricanes seem to have life, and they seem to be connected to each other.

When the water sword rushed forward, the hurricane's rotation speed slowed down for a moment.

If Meng Yang hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't even notice the difficult-to-discover strangeness.

And it was only after this slowdown that the Water Sword collapsed immediately.

When Meng Yang used the water sword technique, he had already divided a trace of spiritual consciousness to attach it.

Judging from the analysis of secret observation, the collapse of the water sword seems to be like disintegrating on its own.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang suppressed the strangeness in his heart, controlled the flying sword, and flew around the ancient tower for a week.

But after just half a circle of flying, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared at the ancient tower, two large words with golden luster flashing.

"Zhengling!"

Meng Yang recited silently, feeling a little surprised.

What was surprised was not because of the golden big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, but because of the big characters.

"Zhengrong..." As his eyes flashed, Meng Yang said again, and then fell into deep thought.

For him, there are only two meanings: one is to describe high or steep, mountain or peak, and the other is to describe prominent and unusual. But this is unusual, just by looking at it, you can understand that there can be hundreds of hurricanes that are so high that they can gather in that place.

Then we can only say that the peak that is so grand is tall.

But although the ancient tower in front of me is tall, it is far from reaching a glorious level, and it is obviously not right to have some exaggerated suspicion.

"Is it a warning..."

Meng Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on two golden characters with traces of time on the tower again.
Chapter completed!