Meng Yang became more and more shocked the more he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

A trace of black flames emerged from both hands, and then several magic seals were made to slap them in the void.

Suddenly, a ball of light shining with black fireworks suddenly appeared in the void in front of Meng Yang.

When this light ball is solidified, it slowly expands with a continuous rotation and diffusion trajectory.

It was like using the sky as paper, and in a blink of an eye it was a circular aperture with a radius of one meter.

Then, as a black beam of light fell, a coffin with a chilling atmosphere suddenly appeared in front of Meng Yang.

Staring at the coffin in front of him, Meng Yang leaned his finger and the evil puppet lying inside, suddenly opened his ruthless bloody eyes.

The pale hands stretched out, and at this moment, they opened the lid of the coffin and stepped out barefoot.

Meng Yang didn't say anything, pointing to the ancient tower.

The evil puppet's eyes were thick and bloody, and the thick gray corpse energy suddenly surged all over his body, flying towards the ancient tower.

Under the control of spiritual consciousness, Meng Yang looked at the evil puppet that was constantly approaching the ancient tower without blinking, his face looked extremely solemn, and he was also calculating in his heart how far the evil puppet was from the ancient tower.

But as the evil puppet approached safely and soundly, Meng Yang's expression became more and more strange.

Until the evil puppet broke through a hundred feet away and stopped in mid-air, and waited for a while, and there was no change, Meng Yang's strangeness almost reached the extreme.

After pondering for a while, Meng Yang frowned, suddenly slapped the storage ring, summoned a flying sword, and threw it towards the ancient tower.

In order to verify what he was thinking, Meng Yang did not even inject spiritual power into Feijing's body, and let the flying sword use the force he threw out to cross thousands of meters and fly within a hundred feet. As the speed became slower and slower, he plunged into the desert.

After a few breaths of silence, Meng Yang summoned another flying sword.

But this time it was different. He slightly injected some spiritual power into the flying sword's body, making it even closer and further away. While watching, the flying sword with the sound of breaking through the air immediately collapsed within a hundred feet of the ancient tower, not far from the evil puppet.

The moment of collapse, the fragments that fell around were like eroding after years of rust and took off their luster. When they fell into the desert, they suddenly scattered and turned into spots, and finally turned into ashes.

"hiss..."

Meng Yang gasped, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the scene in horror.

If Meng Yang had the cultivation level of the Zhenwu stage, you can definitely see that around the ancient tower, there were colorful light spots. The light spots floated like the sand of the galaxy river and flowing in the light curtain covered by the ancient tower. They looked very beautiful, even more like the Milky Way, and were eye-catching.

In it, these spots form lines, and hundreds of winding and gathering hurricanes that are connected continuously rotate around the ancient tower, and the traces of movement are almost exactly the same.

It seemed that there was an invisible big hand fiddling with all this, like a formation, exuding the power of rules.

Looking down, the hurricane connected in series is like a jade bracelet worn on a person's arms.

While enclosing the ancient tower, drive away all spiritual objects that are approaching.

As for the evil puppet and the flying sword without spiritual power, they are safe and sound because they are not attached to spiritual energy.

But the flying sword injected with spiritual power exploded and collapsed as soon as it approached.

Looking at the complete flying sword pierced in the desert, Meng Yang did not dare to use his spiritual power to summon him.

After a little silence, his eyes fell on the evil puppet and he pondered in his heart. The evil puppet was not hurt because the aura on the evil puppet was not spiritual power, but corpse energy. This explains why the flying sword injected with spiritual power and the water sword used by the water sword technique collapsed.

"Spiritual power..." Meng Yang murmured in silence.

As soon as the words fell, the rich spiritual power filled the body instantly disappeared like the sea water that was ebbing.

At the same time, a chilling breath suddenly gushed out, and then the complexion of skin turned rapidly and the cold light in the eyes seemed to reveal a trace of ruthlessness that lacked humanity at this time.

"Zhengrong, unusual. No matter where you point, it cannot stop me from becoming stronger..."

His eyes lit up black, Meng Yang's face turned gloomy, he stepped out and immediately appeared a hundred meters away.

Looking at the white hurricane around the ancient tower, he looked calm and stepped on it again.

At a distance of ten thousand meters, Meng Yang took dozens of steps, he was already within a range of hundreds of feet.

A powerful energy was sneering in her heart when she stopped Meng Yang from entering, Meng Yang sneered in her heart, stepped on her again, and immediately appeared beside the evil puppet. Then Meng Yang formed a seal with his death energy, put away the evil puppet, and sensed that his body was under the power of many hurricanes, which seemed to be able to tear apart the flesh and blood. He stepped on her again without blinking.

As Mengyang became closer and closer to the ancient tower, he gritted his teeth.

A pair of big hands with black aura suddenly grabbed the flying sword behind him that was inserted into the desert.

Buzzing...

The flying sword trembled all over and made a sword sound. The marks on the sword were filled with death energy, instantly causing the flying sword to shine, flying away violently, and rushed directly into the hurricane as Meng Yang pointed his finger.

Meng Yang took a deep breath and looked at the black crazy dragon sword shadow that was surging into the hurricane.

Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and suddenly found that the tip of the flying sword cut the sharp light of the air, and when he broke through the hurricane's defense, he was overwhelmed and made a crack sound. At the same time, a crack suddenly appeared on the tip of the flying sword.

As the flying sword continued to approach, the crack became longer and longer. It began to extend along the tip of the sword to the hilt.

Immediately afterwards, it split into two with a crisp sound, and turned into pieces with a bang, blown into pieces by a rotating hurricane.

"It seems that you still need a soul-level magic weapon..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed slightly, his wrist twisted decisively, and with a clanging sound, he pulled out the Xiuchun Knife and swung it.

Suddenly, the Xiuchun Sword seemed like a small whirlwind, and rushed towards the ancient tower hurricane with aggressive momentum.

As the wind blows, the embroidered spring sword is getting closer and closer, and its speed is gradually approaching the same as the speed of the hurricane.

It was at this moment, under Meng Yang's concentrated gaze, Xiuchun Dao really passed through the hurricane and fell into the ancient tower.

"I see..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed with cold light, and he was filled with joy.

As his face moved slightly, his whole person rotated like an embroidered spring knife.

With almost no pause, Mengyang directly crossed the huge hurricane with a radius of 100 meters and came to the ancient tower.

As her eyes were concentrating, Meng Yang noticed that the door plaque hanging on the ancient tower with the words "Random" written on it was broken.

Obviously, there were still words after the two words Zhengrong, but the other half of the plaque was found without a trace under his eyes.

Stepping into the ancient tower covered by hundreds of hurricanes, even if Meng Yang does not rotate, he cannot sense the strong suction and pulling force outside the hurricane. This is no wonder, the reason why the ancient tower is safe and sound under such a strong suction and pulling force.

Meng Yang thought for a little while and jumped, changed to the embroidered spring knife, and slowly landed at the foot of the ancient tower.

When he walked down from Xiuchun's sword and stood on the stone steps of the ancient tower, the closed tower gate actually opened by himself with a roar and silent sound. Then a colorful rectangular light curtain appeared in front of Meng Yang as the tower gate opened.

"Telecommunication light curtain..." Meng Yang was stunned at first, sensing the colorful light curtain in front of him, and his eyes flashed.

If there was a whirlpool of cracks in front of Meng Yang at this moment, Meng Yang would not feel strange. But if the teleportation array appeared in front of him, it only means that by chance, he stepped on the same path as the previous group of true martial cultivators.

When Meng Yang met Zu Liren, he was actually suspicious.

This Zu Liren was teleported here because of an accident.

Or, the crack vortex that teleported him into did not happen to appear around him. It may be that some people triggered something or opened up a certain restriction, causing the crack vortex that appeared around everyone to be teleported in directly.

This also explains why Mengyang was teleported to this desert space, it is difficult to see the crack vortex until now.

If he hadn't been careful in his mind and noticed the changes in the movement of the hurricane, he would have really not discovered that there was an ancient tower in this desert.

And this ancient tower is actually the teleportation entrance that leaves the desert space.

If so, wouldn’t it mean that the group of Zhenwu great men who stepped into the Thunder Stone Bridge before also appeared in the desert space?

Thinking of this, Meng Yang suddenly smiled bitterly, feeling that he was too cautious. When he saw this ancient tower teleportation array in his mind, there were so many assumptions and conjectures.

He felt that no matter whether there was a difference between his guesses and facts, it was the most important to find a teleportation array that left the desert.

Although he was still smiling bitterly in his heart, he was highly concentrated and did not dare to be rude.

After embroidering the spring sword on his back and approaching the teleportation array carefully, he paused for a while and investigated it.

After discovering that there was no clue, he stepped into the teleportation array of the ancient tower.

The soft, wind-like feeling swept across his face, and his body began to gradually merge into the surrounding space.

Until Meng Yang was silent for a long time, he opened his eyes and found that he appeared in a small house.

There is no furniture in this cottage, only a candle that seems to be forever extinguished, standing in mid-air.

When I walked to the candle, my spiritual consciousness spread, reached out and touched it, and found that the candle was as if it did not exist under the spiritual consciousness, and my palms actually passed through it directly. However, the candle had no effect at all and was still standing in mid-air.

Meng Yang showed a strange face, looked around the wooden house, thoughts moved, stepped forward, and pushed open the door of the wooden house.

With a creak, the door slowly expanded, and a piece of silver snow peak immediately appeared in Meng Yang's burning eyes.

Looking around, the snow-capped peaks standing in the sky are very dazzling in the sun.

The snow is blue and the transparent snowflakes like velvet glacier glass are covered with fog and clouds, and the vast air penetrates the sky, as if the clouds are hidden in the jade dragon at the end.

The cold wind blew on my face, and it was even longer and filled with trembling sounds.

The moment he saw the snow peak, Meng Yang was stunned, with an incredible look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!