A low roar came out of his mouth, and the spiritual power that was stirring and scattered around Meng Yang's body was filled with a roaring arc.

The roar, blended with the thunder that exploded in the body, there was a rhythmic rhythm.

Suddenly, he slapped the storage ring, and after swallowing several pills that restored spiritual power, his expression was serious to control the power of the thunder that the dantian spiritual sea was constantly impacting, and the power of the powerful rules in the Tongtian technique, this thunder that broke away from the void, immediately squirmed.

They intertwine with each other to form a ball shape, and under the rotation, they continue to absorb the thunder that pours into the body.

The gradual slowdown made Meng Yang accustomed to the paralyzing pain caused by the integration of thunder into his body.

What he didn't expect was that the thunder and lightning on the Thunder Stone Bridge were constantly bombarding him as if they were endless, and with each bombardment, the condensed Thunder Xuandan Shell in his body gathered and became stronger at an incredible speed.

This pure thunder without any impurities could directly merge into the round pill that Dao Ji was spinning, filling it with his strength.

A day later, Meng Yang's body suddenly moved, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked up at the thunder that was bombarding, and his eyes flickered, and he actually shook his hand to remove the umbrella-like spiritual power that surrounded him above his head.

Without the protection of umbrella-like spiritual power, the void thunder directly bombarded his body, and every time he slashed, a yellow light flashed in Meng Yang's body, reflecting from the inside out, looking from a distance, like a venerable walking in the thunder, every step greeted a thunderbolt.

It wasn't until the stone bridge at the end of Meng Yang's eyes finally had some outlines that he couldn't remember how much thunder he had endured, he only knew that the time it took to walk from one end of the thunder stone bridge to the other end made him the fourth Xuantian of the Nine Xuangong Method, completely complete.

In the black eyes, every time he blinked, there seemed to be thunder roaring in them, which was extremely terrifying.

Bearing the bombardment of a hundred thunderbolts, the vast spiritual power emitted by the roar in Meng Yang's body actually began to rush in all directions in an instant with thunder ripples visible to the naked eye, not only pushing away the dense fog around him, but also enveloping his whole person in a blue thunderbolt.

[Nine Xuangong Method] Evaluation: Shake the heavens and the earth.

Yixuan Death Qi Pill: The peak of proficiency of the three gongs.

Erxuan Cold Qi Pill: The peak of proficiency of the three gongs.

Sanxuan Murderous Qi Pill: Proficiency Xuandan Xiaocheng.

Four Xuan Thunder Pill: Proficiency Dan Shell Dacheng.

[Meat Pile Gong] Level 6: Proficiency Evaluation: Stand out from the crowd.

The meaning of true martial arts: iron and copper bones, rapid recovery.

The pupils swept away the current information, Meng Yang's clenched teeth were released at this moment, and the five fingers of his hands were stretched out, clenched again.

It was like a roar of pinching and exploding air, and it immediately swung out of his fists, making him can't help but let out a muffled roar.

When the spiritual power diffusing in his body pushed through the dense fog, it also made Meng Yang see the black light curtain stone door that was torn open at the end of his gaze.

This stone gate is as huge as the stone gate that entered this place, and the ancient atmosphere is extremely strong, and before it has advanced, there is a strong and extremely strong suction force enveloping it. Meng Yang frowned tightly, letting this suction force pull his body and keep approaching.

It wasn't until his body shuttled through the black light curtain that his eyes were clear again, and he came to a place where there were thousands of ravines and ravines of flying sand and gravel.

This place is barren and desolate, silent and empty, still shrouded in darkness, and there is no edge in sight.

Meng Yang only glanced around, then immediately sat cross-legged and began to consolidate the thunder absorbed in the dantian spiritual sea.

Ever since he was passed on

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After it appeared, the ancient giant gate that had stagnated behind him three feet above the ground immediately disappeared.

As if it had never been there, silently.

Three hours later, Meng Yang, who looked serious, opened his eyes.

After carefully looking around for a few breaths, he frowned and stood up.

From the moment he entered this place, he had a bad feeling.

This feeling was followed by the thunder that could not be suppressed in his body, and he had no time to think, so he could only immediately consolidate the suppression and continue to fuse, after the time of the three incense sticks, although the consolidation was completed, he suddenly found that the situation was more complicated than he imagined.

In this endless barren and chaotic land, there are countless half-intact prohibitions, and the means of these prohibitions are exactly the same as the prohibitions that Meng Yang cracked before, but the power is many times stronger than the prohibitions that Meng Yang broke in the void.

Hesitating, he is not in a hurry, where there is a prohibition, there must be treasures, but if you want to obtain these treasures, you have to break the prohibition, from his understanding of the prohibition, he found that the prohibition around him has not been broken.

This showed that the many True Martial Artists who had entered here a day earlier had simply ignored these prohibitions.

Then it shows that in this writing ban, there are either treasures or no treasures.

Or, there is a place where something more important than the treasure in the forbidden system exists.

Under this deep groan, Meng Yang instantly understood, his expression moved slightly, and he did not leave immediately, but at an extremely fast speed, he exerted his spiritual sense, and retracted his spiritual sense at an extremely fast speed, and the time taken during this time was even less than one-tenth of the blink of an eye.

And in such a short period of time, Meng Yang's brows suddenly jumped, and his face showed a strange look.

Then he continued to use his spiritual sense to overflow his body, and this time it was extremely slow, only three inches away from his body, and he could immediately withdraw it if he was in danger, but after waiting for a few breaths, he found that not only was there no danger, but even the restrictions on spiritual consciousness disappeared.

With a slight movement of his mind, he immediately expanded the spiritual consciousness that came out of his body, and waited for a while.

It was found that there was still no anomaly, and all the spiritual consciousness was released.

It wasn't until he reached the extreme of what he could perform, enveloping the inner and outer circles of a radius of three miles, Meng Yang's eyes suddenly moved, his pupils shrank sharply, and his vision flickered, and his spiritual sense returned directly to his body at an extremely fast speed, and then his body disappeared in place.

On the left hand, fifty miles away, in a huge deep pit, a young man with a cold face suddenly appeared in the blowing sand.

Looking at the corpse with severed arms in the pit, Meng Yang frowned and groaned secretly.

This person, he remembered, was the first middle-aged demon to test the power of thunder with the soul magic weapon when he first stepped into the Thunder Stone Bridge. I don't know what happened, but this person's arms were cut off by a sharp blade, and he was bleeding from seven holes, and he didn't blink to death, and it seemed that he had been dead for more than half a day.

On his waist, the storage ring that originally contained the magic weapon has disappeared without a trace.

This made Meng Yang's mind come to mind, the moment when this man took out the soul-level magic weapon.

Not to mention other true martial arts existences, even Meng Yang has an idea of wanting to snatch it.

Although due to strength, such an idea was suppressed by Meng Yang in the bottom of his heart only the moment it appeared.

But other people are always paying attention to this person, people die for money, birds die for food, this person dies because of exposure to a soul-level magic weapon, after all, being able to directly take out a soul-level magic weapon without caring is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

Meng Yang glanced at it lightly, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the end of the direction he was facing.

This direction, judging from the position of this person's death, his experience

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Tell him that the direction in which the group of True Martial Cultivators left should be the direction he is facing, but he knows that there are still creatures and beasts comparable to the realm of the Great Grandmaster in this void land.

Now that he is acting alone, without the danger of Jing Hongyun's powerful spiritual sense sensing coming in advance, the chances of survival are very slim.

If he left for other places, although he could temporarily avoid that group of true warriors, he would also fall into an extremely dangerous situation.

After being silent for a long time, Meng Yang still gave up his plan to leave elsewhere alone.

Since these True Martial Cultivators were able to come here, they naturally knew some things and secrets that he didn't know.

Besides, this place is a little weird, and with his cultivation in the Ninefold Realm in the late stage of Gongwu, it is indeed a little difficult.

Under the slight movement of his mind, Meng Yang was not superior, his body moved, stepped on the embroidered spring knife, and immediately flew in the direction where Zhenwu had left before. Most of the prohibitions encountered during this period have basically been broken, and when the power is weakened, Meng Yang will also stop researching.

Gradually, Meng Yang became more and more familiar with the ancient methods of arranging prohibitions.

There are some powerful prohibitions that he doesn't dare to touch, but these prohibitions that have been broken by others are simply samples for him to enhance his understanding of prohibitions, without any power at all, and he can study them with his own hands.

Although the wind and waves were calm and there was no danger along the way, Meng Yang's caution not only did not decrease, but became more intense.

If it is said that there is no danger in the void, it is simply a heavenly talk, not to mention that he is behind that group of true martial arts monks at this moment, he can't enter and can't be too far away, there is just a buffer period.

And this buffer period can't let their spiritual sense discover, naturally, for Meng Yang, it is relatively safe.

However, the temporary security made Meng Yang not dare to hold it up, and he was still very vigilant and careful.

With a cautious gaze, he had been speculating on the forbidden things that had been broken around him, how far away that group of true martial artists was from his position.

Just as Meng Yang was squatting in front of a broken prohibition to check, a black fog suddenly appeared in front of him.

At the same time, the danger signal released during the squirming of the dense fog immediately turned into a blue-faced fanged grimace, and he opened his mouth to swallow it at Meng Yang.

Almost subconsciously, the heart-snatching blade that Meng Yang had been pinching in his hand suddenly came out of his hand.

In the midst of the roar, the grimace roared, and while it exploded back at a faster speed, it actually detoured up at an extremely tricky angle, flashed out from the side of the icicle and swallowed it in one bite. Under the sound of the forbidden power, the aura on his body instantly skyrocketed.

Meng Yang's eyes were like electricity, and his face was calm and immediately retreated, but he was still slow.

The blue-faced grimace that swallowed the ice pick, which also became bigger, opened its big mouth again and sucked at Meng Yang.

When he landed, Meng Yang felt that his mental world was spinning in confusion, and a sense of confusion of his soul being out of his body floated to his heart.

A white halo, faint and transparent soul, as the blue-faced grimace opened its mouth and sucked down, it actually moved out of Meng Yang's body out of thin air, and the soul that showed Meng Yang's true face was constantly withdrawn from the body, and there was also a chill in it.

"What a ghostly grimace, so cunning, the spiritual sense hit me to break..."

As soon as a hard voice squeezed out from between his teeth, a black lightning bolt suddenly shot out from Meng Yang's left hand, following his soul and slashing at the green grimace. Because the speed was so fast, almost before the green grimace could react, the grimace was distorted.

With a whining scream, while the soul sucking spirit was interrupted, Meng Yang's eyes gradually became clear.

His mind returned to control, and his face was shocked, and he didn't even think about it, and immediately burst back.

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