The half-moon boat was placed here, and many prohibitions were set up to stabilize the half-moon boat so that it would not slide towards the Tongtian Jianmu, and then a lot of treasure materials were consumed to refine a small space, which could isolate this coercion for a short time and provide them with rest.

After making these preparations, Ye Ang and Doumu flew directly towards Jianmu.

The two of them want to feel the things in the sky Jianmu up close, and to be able to support such a tall body, Jianmu must have its own special features.

For Ye Ang, who has seen the realm of Daoluo, the coercion of Tongtian Jianmu does not have a great impact on him, but for Doumu Yuanjun, it still has a great impact.

Especially when it is attached to the Tongtian Jianmu, it is hard to believe that this is a pillar rather than a wall, the kind of coercion that envelops everything, so that Doumu Yuanjun is not comfortable, this has nothing to do with the will, but because Doumu has a deeper understanding of the energy contained in Jianmu, and this cognition increases the effect of coercion.

Ye Ang took her hand, which made Doumu breathe a sigh of relief.

The two of them landed directly on the Tongtian building tree and stood on it.

At this time, from the perspective of the two of them, the half-moon boat was above their heads.

Looking in the direction of the sea, for them, the sea was erected at this time, forming an endless, deep blue wall of water, and the waves on the water wall were surging, refracting the light as if there were unspeakable trolls peeping into it.

The quality of the building wood is infinite, the closer it gets, the greater the gravitational pull, and at the junction of the building wood and the sea, it is like the action of gravity, with the building wood as the center, forming a convex hemispherical shape of the water body, which is magnificent.

Looking in the other direction, endless and far away, with no end in sight, Ye Ang and Dou Mu used their magical powers, their divine eyes were like electricity, and after penetrating many obstacles, they only saw that there was a starry sky on that side, but where Jianmu was close to the tip, it was a fog that could not be seen through at all.

"What's that?" Doumu asked, and without waiting for Ye Ang to answer, she directly began her own star calculation.

Ye Ang pouted speechlessly, this mother-in-law really doesn't give face, but there is no way, he really doesn't know, so he simply sat down and started the yin and yang calculation.

However, after a while, the two powerful men stopped calculating, and the heavenly machine was not displayed at all, and they were helpless.

Ye Ang recalled Pangu's various openings, and guessed with some uncertainty: "This may be a thing that Pangu is preparing to evolve for the Flood Desolate Universe, and if it is not in the world, you don't have to worry about him." ”

"Perhaps. "Doumu Yuanjun is a little helpless, but it's a pity, he is not a mixed yuan, if he is, he should be able to deduce a little clue, which is not comparable to a person with no identity like Ye Ang.

Both of them knew that just by virtue of their current half-crippled bastard and a sub-saint, it was obviously far from enough to explore the preparation methods of Pangu to seek the Tao.

The purpose of the two innate Daoists is not the ethereal end, but the mystery of the heavenly building under their feet.

Putting away their thoughts, Ye Ang and Doumu Yuanjun sat cross-legged on the building wood, their consciousness was released, and they began to explore this heavenly building tree.

At first, there was nothing to be gained, and the wood seemed to be like an ordinary tree, with the same structure and texture, but its density was very huge, and it was impossible to find out what caused it.

However, the two innate Daoists are both people who lack strength and perseverance, and they silently comprehend.

It wasn't until three thousand years later that there was a little breakthrough.

On top of the building wood, Ye Ang felt a strange structure, which was extremely small.

It is very similar to Yeon's so-called Yuan, which seems to be one energy and one matter.

Ye Ang directly took a copy of this structure and compared it with the Yuan in the void.

The comparison of this subtle structure is a very vast and painful project, and Yeon must divide his consciousness smaller than it, enter it as if wisps, and probe its specific structure.

And this structure is so complex that it is not possible to have more than one and its tiny lines.

This work is like someone making a copy of two earths, throwing them in front of an ordinary person, telling the ordinary person that he has made a mark on one of the earths and asking the ordinary person to help him find it.

This is what Yeon does, but the difference is that he has more time than ordinary people.

It took him 300,000 years to figure out the difference between the two structures.

He called the structure found in the self-built wood Ling, and this structure, like Yuan, should be a collection of tens of billions of ultra-micro structures, but unlike Yuan, it lacks three ultra-micro structures.

Ye Ang resisted the urge to scold and carefully checked it again, because of his previous experience, this time it only took eight hundred years to test it.

It is indeed that Yuan Biling has three more ultra-small structures.

But this leads to the fact that the spirit is actually more universal than the yuan.

Even if there is a big difference in time and space, spirits can exist.

But in another direction, the efficiency of consciousness in controlling the spirit and then interfering with reality is too low, tens of millions of times lower than that of the meta.

This has led to a world where spirits are used as the medium of consciousness and reality, and the combat power of a single body should not be too outrageous.

Thinking of this, Ye Ang had another burst of enlightenment.

The Yuan of the Flood Desolation should be a medium in which consciousness interferes with reality, and the level is relatively high, which is relatively rare, and the spirit found in Jianmu must be of a lower level than the Yuan.

But what does it mean for such a thing as a spirit to appear in Jianmu? Ye Ang did not know at this time.

He simply stopped thinking about it and continued to sink his mind into the building wood and meditate on it.

After more than three hundred years, Ye Ang vaguely sensed a world, but this feeling came and went quickly.

Yeon didn't have time to investigate carefully, and the limited information was still captured by him.

That world seems to be very similar to the Flood Universe, but it is much smaller than the Flood Universe.

On the other hand, it seems that the world has not yet given birth to life, which is also very strange.

Ye Ang retracted his thoughts and didn't continue to comprehend Jianmu, he didn't know if these were hallucinations.

What kind of world is that fleeting shadow of the world, could it be that there are really people from extraterritorial chaos?

After cultivating for a while, Ye Ang once again visited Jianmu, this time, Jianmu did not move, and after a thousand years, he still found nothing, and Ye Ang had to wake up.

As soon as he woke up, he found that Doumu Yuanjun was looking at him, and couldn't help asking, "Is it good-looking?"

"It's good. Doumu Yuanjun smiled slightly.

"Or I'll close my eyes, and you'll call me when you've seen enough. Ye Ang said poorly.

The two chatted for a while, and then they got to the point.

"I felt all kinds of mystical energies swirling in it, filled with an indescribable beauty. Doumu Yuanjun frowned and recalled, "It's like a mess of things, tied up and formed a highly orderly system." ”

After thinking about Yuanjun's words, Ye Ang couldn't think of what was going on. Then he told Doumu Yuanjun about the problem he encountered, and the latter also frowned, and couldn't think of a reason for a while.