Originally, Fang Yang was under the weight of the bronze lantern and flew upwards with difficulty, but now he had to face these tentacle creatures again.

He knew how difficult these tentacled creatures were, and their vitality was extremely tenacious, so it was better to break them into thousands of pieces and survive them.

And now Fang Yang had to face more than one, but it was overwhelming, crowding the sky in his sight.

Fang Yang took a deep breath, trying to calm down and calm himself, he didn't die at the hands of the young supreme of Nanyan Continent, nor was he crushed by the darkness of the void, but in the end, he died at the hands of these ugly and hideous tentacle creatures, who would he reason with when the time came.

It's just that Fang Yang has no room to retreat at the moment, he has to go forward and fight his way out, otherwise, when the overwhelming tentacle creatures come over, the only remaining glimmer of life will be gone.

Fang Yang's breathing began to become heavy, his fists clenched, his whole body was as straight as a bow, and he looked ready to attack, intending to use himself as a star furnace, burning divine energy, and killing a bloody path from the beast tide.

As for whether the bronze everlasting lamp can destroy these dark creatures, it is none of Fang Yang's business.

As early as when Fang Yang was guessing, he had already thought that the bronze lantern had been burning for hundreds of thousands of years, and the lamp oil had run out, so it could only shrink to within a radius of a few hundred meters now, and it had long been unable to illuminate the darkness of the entire bronze ancient boat, so it gave these tentacle creatures a chance to take advantage of.

But in the face of this situation, Fang Yang couldn't help, because the lamp oil of the Bronze Everbright Lantern was the true blood of the Abyss Holy Lord, and even if he had great ability, it was impossible for him to replenish the lamp oil for the Everbright Lantern and let it relight the Bronze Ancient Boat.

It's just that according to the current trend, I'm afraid it won't be long before this holy beast will get out of trouble, after all, even if it is a creation artifact, without powerful and pure energy to maintain it, it is impossible to run permanently.

What's more, the bronze lantern has been burning for hundreds of thousands of years, and the outside world has experienced an unknown number of vicissitudes.

However, it is unknown whether this fierce beast can still have a strong vitality when it escapes from the predicament.

After all, the Transformation Realm Holy Beast only had a lifespan of about a million years, and compared to the Heavenly Monarch among ordinary human warriors, the longevity was at least hundreds of thousands of years longer, and the blood and vitality of the fierce beast had always been its strongest point.

If there is a strong man who guards the bronze ancient boat and adds enough energy to the bronze lantern and other artifacts, then there is no doubt that this fierce beast will definitely be suppressed to death, and it will grow old and decay under the power of the years until it dies.

In Fang Yang's consciousness, he didn't pin his hopes on the bronze ever-bright lantern anymore, after all, the place where this ever-bright lantern was covered by divine light was only a few hundred meters away, and the divine power had already dissipated a lot, and it could only protect this iron rope where the head of the fierce beast was imprisoned.

If this divine light dissipates and shrinks again, until it can no longer cover the iron cable stone platform, it will not be able to suppress this fierce beast, I am afraid that at that time, this fierce beast will get out of trouble, and at that time, it will also be a disaster for the Heavenly Desolate Tower.

But the world is so fantastic and mysterious, just when Fang Yang doesn't have illusions about the bronze ever-bright lantern.

Suddenly, the divine flame was extinguished, and from the wick that was as blazing as the light of the sky, a drop of lamp oil, a drop of lamp oil condensed from the true blood of the Abyss Holy Lord.

There is an absolute suppressive power over all dark things, this is an order that surrenders to the cosmic Dao rules, and any dark creature is just a speck of dust as small and insignificant.

"Knock~!"

This drop of silver and scorching ever-bright lamp oil drips out of the enveloping range of divine radiance, like a trickle of water falling on the vast sea, setting off ripples, with the bronze ever-bright lamp as the center, constantly getting bigger and faster, towards the surrounding dark space, wave after wave of cover.

It was as if it had been swallowed up by an endless tsunami, and in front of such a mighty Tianwei, wave after wave of beast tides were annihilated and disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

Fang Yang was deeply moved, this is the power that belongs to the absolute order!

It's completely one-sided crushing, and there is no possibility that there is no disparity.

Prior to this, the tentacle creature that Fang Yang had to use a lot of effort to completely kill, in the wave of divine light of the bronze everbright lamp, not even a small wave could be lifted, and it was shot away like this.

Even so, those tentacle creatures still rushed over fearlessly, letting out bursts of terrible screams, the impact shaking Fang Yang's mind.

This beast has been suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years, and the number of creatures that exist in the darkness has reached an incalculable level, which can be said to be endless.

Even if all the oil of the bronze lantern was burned and all the divine light was consumed, it would be impossible to annihilate all these creatures, which was simply an impossible thing.

Fang Yang also understood this, so he didn't sit back and wait for the beast tide to retreat, but waited for the best time to escape.

Just like now!

The beast tide that filled the line of sight appeared, and a gap appeared in the tentacle creatures like a black wave, as if the flow had been broken.

This is the time!

Fang Yang no longer hesitated, he burst out with all his strength, his body that was as tight as a curved bow suddenly loosened, and began to burn the divine energy accumulated in his body, like a divine furnace burning vigorously, and the complicated runes were like a ring of stars.

"Boom~"

The powerful rune fire was wrapped in the power of the mystical stars, like a celestial chariot, and rushed into the black beast tide without stopping, smashing the gap in the beast tide bigger and bigger.

With a bang, the dilapidated and rotten black flesh splashed high, like rain hitting plantains, and fell on the divine furnace that Fang Yang had turned into.

It's just that before these black flesh and blood got close, they were burned by the vigorous burning divine fire and turned into nothingness.

In the middle of the night, a stump flowed out along the black wave, carried by countless tentacle monsters.

Fang Yang looked at it and found that it was a human body, but the whole body was already mutilated, and there was no trace of blood on his face, which looked like a cold and bloody puppet.

When this wreckage rushed away from under Fang Yang's nose, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

"The Palace of the Sea of Smoke!"

On the clothes worn by the wreckage, Fang Yang saw a series of magnificent halls, standing in the turbulent sea.

That hall is the Ling Yao Palace! That Hanhai is the easternmost sea of Jiuhuazhou!

This is the Taoist uniform of Jiuhuazhou Taoist inheritance Ling Yaoque!

Ling Yaoque's people actually let them find a way to enter the Sevenfold Ship Building, and not only that, but they also let them in.

Fang Yang couldn't help but glance back, but the wreckage was already in tatters, and he couldn't tell who it was, but looking at its knotted muscles, it should be Ling Yaoque's male disciple.

However, there was one thing Fang Yang was sure of, the fatal wounds on this person's body were definitely not caused by these dark creatures.

Only the mutilated corpses are the work of dark creatures, so much so that there is still a trace of scarlet blood in the wound.