The White Tower began to transform into strange shapes under the compression of the huge energy waves.

or twisted, or swaying, or big and small, or high and low, like a dough, being kneaded by Yun Haoran.

Around the White Tower, the wind and waves also suddenly rose, rolling up countless large and small air whirlpools.

"Y-you stinky boy, what are you doing to it? What are you doing to it?"

The old man became excited.

Isn't this bastard boy who wants to destroy this white tower? He can't get it himself, and he won't let anyone else get it?

The old man spent his life studying and searching for such an ancient relic, and he knew that once this white pagoda was destroyed, the sea of spiritual energy stored in the white pagoda would dissipate completely, and quickly volatilize between heaven and earth, without a trace.

This is the result of Baita's hundreds of millions of years of refining and condensation, collecting little by little, absorbing little by little, condensing little by little, and finally now having sufficient spiritual energy reserves, reaching a certain realm of throughput and application.

As long as he can get it and get these spiritual energy resources, he can become a great power that is rare in ancient times, not only fighting invincible opponents all over the world among this little human being, but also can travel the void, travel the heavens and the earth, live forever, and live forever. ……

Of course, all this knowledge about the White Tower is the information he pieced together through a scaly claw in the countless ancient ruins, and finally summarized and came to a conclusion.

Including the Seven Keys.

So the old man couldn't be sure, can this white tower be destroyed?

According to normal theory, everything in this world can be destroyed.

Of course, this kind of "destruction" may only be a transformation between heaven and earth, but for the ontology of things and things, the ability and composition it is possessing no longer exists.

In this theory, the White Tower can also be destroyed, as long as there is enough external force.

This stinky boy is not an ordinary human at first glance, at a young age, he actually cultivated to the sky, and in an instant, he could slap the head and wife of the ancient martial arts family to death, and in an instant, he could compress this ancient treasure to deform, what kind of ability does this need to be cultivated? It's terrifying!

If he really destroyed this white tower, wouldn't he have wasted his hard work in vain?!

Thinking of this, the old man no longer stood idly by, and directly made a move, and with both hands, a purple-black match, like a long snake, rolled towards Yun Haoran's body and neck.

When the little yellow bird saw this, he was startled, what's the matter? This old man wants to sneak attack? No, he can't let him succeed, if this little handsome guy gets this white pagoda and aura resources, he can also follow him to resume his cultivation as soon as possible, how can this old man destroy our bright future?

The little yellow bird chirped like a bullet and rushed towards the old man, and its sharp beak pecked down like a woodpecker on the top of the old man's head.

The old man was caught off guard, he really hadn't paid attention to the little bird before.

This is his carelessness.

Just imagine, how could an ordinary bird come to such a place, just standing on the top of the White Tower?

Soon several blood holes appeared on the top of the old man's head, and blood gushed out, making him scream in pain, and the appearance of blood flowing all over his face was quite hideous.

"What's the old thing's called, if I had cultivated to recover, I would have killed you all at once, hum!" The little yellow bird was not angry in his heart, and while dodging the old man's attack, he continued to be on the old man, a hole here, a hole there.

Its sharp little mouth, like a thousand-year-old diamond, is so hard that even elephant bones and tendons can be shattered with a single blow.

Although the old man's cultivation is not weak among human beings, he is already one of the best masters, but in front of this extraordinary bird, he can only be abused.

He now had no time to attack Yun Haoran again, otherwise, he himself would probably be pecked to death by this little bird.

……

Try again, one last time.

Yun Haoran once again urged all the energy in his body, and surrounded the white tower in front of him, kneading, compressing, and condensing, and he felt that the power in his body was rapidly decreasing......

Eventually, the tower shrunk little by little, until it was small enough to hold in the palm of your hand.

A cloud of white light flashed, and the white tower disappeared in the palm of Yun Haoran's hand.

This space world, which was still bright just now, was immediately dark.

Stretching out his hand and not seeing his five fingers, the yin wind roared angrily, as if he had suddenly fallen from the bright world into the underworld.

"Little fairy sister, can you get some light out?" Yun Haoran commanded.

Of course he can see everything here.

The little yellow bird is not a big problem.

But he wants to let the old man, see it all.

The little yellow bird answered, and then a three-colored flame rose above his head, the bottom of the flame was red, the middle was yellow, and the top was sky blue, which was very beautiful. The surrounding area is lit up within a kilometer radius.

The old man, whose face was bleeding and his body was also stained with blood, looked like a vicious villain at this moment, staring at Yun Haoran deadly.

In fact, the old man's heart is also bleeding.

He spent his whole life working hard, but he didn't expect that when he was about to finish, it was ruined in the hands of a little doll, how could he be willing?

"Stinky boy, where did you get that white tower?" said the old man through gritted teeth.

"I've already destroyed it, I can't open it anyway, you don't want to think about it, everyone doesn't want to be good, that's it, the world is peaceful. Yun Haoran laughed playfully.

"You ——! I'll kill you!" the old man pounced on him like a madman, his hair scattered, and he pounced like a ghost.

Suddenly, he grabbed his head and rolled on the ground in great pain.

Yun Haoran stood quietly on the side, his hands lightly clenched, and an invisible soul power had already cut into the old man's mind like a blade.

If the old man hadn't used his own resistance to fight it, the old man wouldn't have been so miserable, and he might just have just stood there as if he had suddenly been spelled.

However, he was now trying his best to fight with Yun Haoran in his mind, with his cultivation, although he could stretch out a little longer and not be caught immediately, but in less than a minute, he could only lie on the ground and hum.

His body trembled, his limbs twitched, as if he had rabies all of a sudden.

Yun Haoran searched quickly in his mind.

He's looking for the key he said.

He still couldn't tell if what the old man said was true or not, and he roamed the old man's mind, looking for what he thought was valuable.

The old man collected all the knowledge about the White Tower that he had acquired all his life.

Where the old man's key is hidden.

The old man's martial arts cultivation is ......

Actually, he didn't want to kill the old man, but he just felt that it would be good to erase all the memories of the old man about the White Tower, abolish all the old man's cultivation, and then take the old man out and let him be an ordinary person and spend his old age in peace.

However, when he turned to the things that the old man had done all his life, he decided to let the old man disappear into this world.