Meng Yang's eyes were staring into the distance, and he groaned in his heart, constantly calculating.

With the strength of the Nine Realms in the late stage of his palace martial arts, it was simply impossible to kill Zu Liren head-on.

But if you want to wear down the Zuli people and make them weaker and weaker, then you can be powerful.

The hatred of the sand beasts was pulled by the Zuli people, especially the blood smell that emerged around the Zuli people at the cost of burning their lives, and there was almost no means to disperse it, which caused the two of them to fly more and more, and the more sand beasts chased and killed the Zuli people.

The roar caused by the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of sand beasts, flapping their wings at the same time, was like the thunder of the two on the Thunder Stone Bridge. Especially the spirit stone hammer that kept swinging at the Zuli people, it was even more powerful because of the increasing number of sand beasts.

The lifespan of the True Martial Grandmaster Realm was a thousand years, and every time Zu Liren used a defensive attack method, his lifespan was almost reduced.

Meng Yang could even sense that the fire of life as an ancestor was weakening with time.

Zu Liren could also feel that the functions of his body were getting weaker and weaker every time he resisted the attack of the sand beast, and in just such an instant, his lifespan was reduced by decades, and the anger of killing Meng Yang was also unable to chase after him for a long time, and he was gradually overtaken by reason.

Meng Yang, who was flying, frowned, and also felt that the killing intent that Zu Liren was enveloping him was actually weakening, and he couldn't help but look back, and suddenly saw Zu Liren's eyes flickering, and his face was cloudy.

With a deep gaze, he immediately stepped on his feet, like an eagle leaping over a cliff and spreading his wings, jumping up from the embroidered spring knife.

At the same time, a black light suddenly flashed around the embroidered spring knife.

When the black light overflowed, the embroidered spring knife turned back violently, and directly waved and slashed at the Zu Liren who flew behind him.

Sensing the terrifying power of the embroidered spring knife wielding, Zu Liren's face was happy, and he roared angrily.

"You dare to rob the old man's natal magic weapon, this magic weapon of yours, the old man wants it..."

As soon as the words fell, Zu Liren immediately exerted his spiritual sense, directly enveloping the flying embroidered spring knife, wanting to directly erase the connection between the embroidered spring knife and Meng Yang's spiritual sense, but when his spiritual sense just touched the embroidered spring knife, he suddenly frowned, and then his complexion changed greatly.

Under the induction of his spiritual sense, let alone erasing Meng Yang's spiritual sense, he couldn't even sense the embroidered spring knife.

As if this flying embroidered spring knife was not real, but a shadow that did not exist in the illusion, he didn't start at all.

This situation, Zu Liren has never encountered it, just this stunned kung fu, the embroidered spring knife is approaching, Zu Liren gritted his teeth fiercely, immediately burned fifty years of life, with a layer of blood-colored light curtain around his body, crashed into the embroidered spring knife.

With a roar, the two collided with a monstrous power, directly shattering all the sand beasts within a kilometer radius of the Zuli people.

Under the howling wind, the embroidered spring knife did not pause, and with the power of rebound, it immediately flew towards Meng Yang, who had fallen to the ground.

Almost just when Meng Yang was about to fall into the desert, the embroidered spring knife that turned back and turned back arced in the air, fell straight down, flew to Meng Yang's feet, dragged Meng Yang's weightless body, shot straight into the air at ninety degrees, and continued to escape into the distance.

Meng Yang, who was standing on the embroidered spring knife, stared at the blood-colored light shrouded in the distance, Zu Liren, who had a gloomy gaze, sneered, suddenly turned around, and under the operation of spiritual power, the speed of the embroidered spring knife immediately skyrocketed, dragging a long retreat, crossing the sky, and disappearing into the eyes of Zu Liren who was stagnant in the air, resisting the siege of the sand beasts.

"Between Gongwu and Zhenwu, this invisible gap between heaven and earth is too deep..."

"Even though Zu Liren was seriously injured, his spiritual power was exhausted, and the sacrificial magic weapon was damaged, causing his mind to be seriously injured, it was still difficult to attack. It's a pity, if I wasn't Gong Wu, but the Gathering Martial Realm, or even the Fusion Body Realm, this ancestor would have died..."

Meng Yang, who had a gloomy face, sighed secretly in his heart, and shook his head again and again under the scream of the embroidered spring knife cutting through the air.

With his eyes flickering, he dodged a few hurricanes and flew towards his left hand.

For snatching Hong Dan, as well as the corpse of the Hong beast, as well as the blood-colored dagger of Zu Liren, he was also secretly planning in his heart.

After half a ring, when Meng Yang raised his head and looked at the dim sky, he couldn't help but murmur: "This Zu Li person, it is best to die under the siege of sand beasts, otherwise with my palace martial arts cultivation, cross the Thunder Stone Bridge, I am afraid that I would have noticed this Zu Li people, and I don't have to think much about it, I will think that I have a heavy treasure." ”

"If he survives and tells the others about it, what will happen..."

Meng Yang didn't continue, but his face became even more gloomy.

Meng Yang, who has a cautious personality, thought of the consequences, and couldn't help but secretly decide that it would be better to have less contact with other True Martial Arts.

Even if Zu Liren died under the siege of the sand beasts, he had to be careful not to expose himself too much.

As for Jing Hongyun, Meng Yang also decided not to meet the other party, unless, as a last resort.

As a result, he will have to face many unknown dangers alone, as well as the Zuliren who may survive to hunt him down.

No matter what it is, Meng Yang can't take it lightly.

"The one-month deadline seems to have been my mistake now. ”

"Now that nine days have passed, the rest of the time is not enough to hunt for treasures, how can we find the ancient blood in that mouth, and the magic weapon that transcends the soul level? The time loss here must be many times slower than that of the outer world, and it seems that we have to plan and plan. ”

Thinking of this, Meng Yang looked at the desert that seemed to never end in sight, and couldn't help but immediately control the embroidered spring knife under his feet, and paused in mid-air, thinking. With his eyes narrowed slightly, he thought of a possibility, in his opinion, if this desert really can't fly out, then there is only one possibility and reason to leave this place, and that is how to get in, how to get out.

"Rift Vortex..."

Meng Yang's eyes lit up slightly, staring at the whistling hurricane in the distance, his eyes became hot.

When he first entered this place, he remembered very clearly that there were many hurricanes around him, and the rift vortex was among them.

Then the appearance of this rift vortex is either a teleportation array in this void land, or a teleportation rift that only appears when many hurricanes gather together and cut the space.

Whatever it is, the first thing to do is to look for the many places where the hurricane is located, and then you will find out after a look.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's expression couldn't help but show a hint of strangeness.

At the beginning, he noticed a strange thing in his sharp eyes, that is, the direction of the hurricane's movement, always in one place.

It's as if there's something attractive there.

Originally, Meng Yang planned to go to investigate, but halfway through, because of the mirage attraction caused by the battle between Zuli and the sand beasts, he forgot about it in the back of his mind.

After a few breaths, Meng Yang turned his head to look at his left hand and snorted coldly, immediately controlled the embroidered spring knife, and dragged him to fly west.

Two days later, Meng Yang's eyes flashed, and he flew in mid-air with the embroidered spring knife, staring at the huge antique tower in the distance.

Around the tower, hundreds of hurricanes formed a circular spiral wall of air that swirled around the tower.

The yellow sand raised makes everything in front of you a yellow patch, like a scene of the approaching apocalypse.

Hundreds of hurricanes gathered together, forming a powerful suction force that could be felt even if Meng Yang was standing 10,000 meters away.

And the power that was enough to tear through the void did not cause any damage to the ancient tower in the middle.

Under the whistling sound, like a ghost, Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness was even more difficult to move under the agitation of the surrounding space, and it seemed to be stopped by a thrust.

Meng Yang stared intently for a while, then suddenly pinched the law with his hand, and violently spewed out a water sword, heading straight for the many spinning hurricanes.

Afraid of missing any details, he looked at the water sword intently, and found that the water sword had just approached the hurricane, and it was directly twisted into pieces by the strong agitation aura that shrouded it, and with a crisp sound, it spilled all around.

And the suction force of the hurricane did not react to the splash of water that shattered.

Let the diameter of the spilled water fall in the desert.

Meng Yang's expression was calm, but he was shocked in his heart.

The whirlpool of hurricanes that shrouded the surroundings came together and seemed to affect some kind of natural law.

And from Meng Yang's perception, he also discovered a strange phenomenon.

It's these hundreds of hurricanes, as if they have a life, and they all seem to be connected to each other.

As the water sword rushed away, the speed of the hurricane's rotation slowed down for a moment.

If Meng Yang hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have even noticed this strange thing that was difficult to find.

And it was only after such a slow delay that the water sword immediately collapsed.

When Meng Yang was using the Water Sword Technique, he had already divided a trace of spiritual sense attached to it.

Judging from the analysis of covert observation, the phenomenon of the collapse of the water sword seems to disintegrate on its own.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang suppressed the strangeness in his heart, controlled the flying sword, and flew around the antique tower for a week.

But after flying half a circle, his eyebrows suddenly raised, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the antique tower, two large characters that shimmered with golden luster.

"Grandeur!"

Meng Yang silently recited and was slightly surprised in his heart.

I was surprised not because of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, revealing the simple golden characters, but the meaning of the big characters.

"Zhengrong...", with his eyes flickering, Meng Yang read again, and then fell into deep thought.

For him, there are only two meanings, one is to describe the lofty or the mountain or the peak, and the other is to describe the outstanding and unusual. But this is unusual, just by looking at it, you can understand that that place can gather hundreds of hurricanes that are so high in the sky.

Then it can only be said that the mountain that this majestic refers to is tall.

But although the antique tower in front of him is tall, it is far from reaching the level of grandeur, and some exaggerated suspicions are obviously not right.

"Is it a warning..."

Meng Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze fell on the two big golden characters on the tower that showed traces of time.

Suddenly, his expression moved, his pupils shrank sharply, and he said in astonishment: "Is it possible, this Zhengrong refers to the word "years", and the reason for the collapse of the water sword just now is that it entered the range of influence of the tower, and in an instant, time goes back, disintegrating and disappearing..."