Narrowly avoided the crisis, so that Meng Yang's back clothes were already wet.

When his forehead was sweating, his eyes showed an unbelievable look.

Just now, when the grimace of the blue-faced fangs opened his mouth and swallowed it, Meng Yang was about to defend, but who knew that an incomprehensible sound suddenly sounded in his mind, and when this rhythm sounded, Meng Yang's entire consciousness fell into a deep sleep uncontrollably.

It just feels as if there is something most important in the body, which is pulling out.

As the black lightning returned to his left finger, Meng Yang didn't know how dangerous what had just happened.

If it weren't for the black lightning that struck immediately, in a delay of half a piece, or even a breath, he would have died by now and returned to his hometown.

With a gloomy face, looking at the blue-faced grimace lying in the forbidden light curtain and yelling at himself, Meng Yang didn't say a word, and immediately exerted his spiritual sense and dipped into the storage ring, all the treasures that he obtained, as long as he could keep all the souls were summoned by Meng Yang, and cast them one after another, only he could see the magic weapon transparent spirit shield around his body.

He finally understood why there were so many prohibitions around, only the direction of Zhenwu's departure was destroyed, while the rest of the place was intact, compared to what made them jealous was the grimace of this unknown thing, this was only a broken prohibition.

If it is not destroyed, I am afraid that it will be sucked into the soul in an instant, and it will end up in a dead end.

The more Meng Yang thought about it, the more frightened he became, and under the palpitations in his heart, he even summoned the quenching spirit level magic weapon regardless of the loss.

If it weren't for the blue-faced grimace coming into contact with his soul just now, even if he was dead, he wouldn't be able to pass through the prohibition and bombard the grimace.

After doing everything, Meng Yang's face was full and solemn, and he immediately continued to hurry in the direction where Jing Hongyun left.

For some reason, he found that as he went deeper, the forbidden grimaces around him became more and more common.

In just one day, Meng Yang experienced countless crises and was almost swallowed by the blue-faced grimace.

If it weren't for the cost of consuming eighteen quenching-level magic weapons, I am afraid that I would have died long ago.

The many transparent spirit shields that originally shrouded his body also continued to attack with the grimaces, and now there were only seven left.

If these magic weapons of the spirit shield are shattered, then the end, I can't imagine it, even if there is a dead black lightning, it will be difficult to escape death, after all, what the black lightning is most afraid of is the power of prohibition.

After swallowing three more pills to restore spiritual power, Meng Yang stared into the distance.

In the line of sight, a hundred miles away, there was a flickering light, shining from behind a huge high rock.

In its light, there was a faint roar from time to time, and Meng Yang could clearly feel the aftermath of the impact of the big battle.

Still, Meng Yang didn't dare to exude his spiritual sense, and ran the hidden breath mantra, cautiously approaching.

In the process of approaching, the two quenching-level magic weapons were shattered and destroyed under the sudden attack of the grimace.

Meng Yang looked at the fragments of magic weapons that had turned into powder and fluttered in the wind with pain, and suddenly had an illusion.

The flying sand and gravel around these places may be the fragments of the magic weapon crushed.

After another half of the ring, when Meng Yang came to this ridge-like rocky peak, when he climbed on foot, he looked down, and the light he had seen before was not as strong as just now, and it was still shrinking with time.

Meng Yang could clearly see that this light turned out to be a magic weapon like a needle.

Around this light, there were also three corpses that exuded the power of the Grandmaster's true martial arts.

And this corpse was the other barbarian existence who entered this place with Meng Yang.

If it weren't for the reason for this light, Meng Yang believed that even if he stepped next to this magic weapon, he would not be able to find the clues.

After a little muttering, Meng Yang immediately ran towards the place where the light was, and for the prohibitions along the way, if he could, he would dodge.

I couldn't dodge, so I could only rely on the magic weapon spirit cover around me to delay for a while.

"This is..."

When they came to the place of the incident, only a glimmer of light flashed out of the silver needle standing on the dirt.

But after three breaths, it is like a fire without wax oil, extinguished in the swaying and silent.

beckoned to exchange for the silver needle and the palm of the hand, and I felt that there was a burst of heat flowing along with the silver needle to the palm of the hand.

This heat flow has no destructive power, just like the properties of the silver needle, soft and soft, and full of a tingling pain.

Frowning and frowning, Meng Yang swept over the three corpses lying in different directions, not far from each other, and became puzzled.

Because the storage rings tied around the waists of the three corpses were all gone, except for the silver needle, which was left in place.

After a long period of silence, Meng Yang suddenly thought of a possibility in his heart.

At the beginning, he asked Rao Tianhuang whether the magic weapon that had been refined by the essence blood sacrifice would be taken away after a person died.

Tao Tianhai's answer made Meng Yang still remember it very clearly.

It is a magic weapon that has been hidden in the mind by the sacrifice, and it is impossible for the monk to take it away.

For example, if Meng Yang had an accident, then the only thing that could be taken away was the storage ring, as for the blood-colored sword that he had warmed in his heart, and the embroidered spring knife hanging from his waist, unless he summoned it before he died, no one would take it away.

It is evident that the silver needle was summoned before death.

That means that the body at his feet was not dead before, but was only seriously injured.

Summoning the silver needle magic weapon is definitely not for the sake of good looks, the only possibility is that before he dies, he encounters the attack of other monks and even creatures, so he summons the silver needle from his mind to resist the enemy, but in the end he still dies.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at the quiet and dark surroundings, and felt a chill in his heart.

He didn't have time to think about some of the reasons that he couldn't explain, so he put the silver needle magic weapon into the storage ring and immediately chased after the team.

The danger and strangeness of this place have exceeded Meng Yang's imagination, and now he can only reduce the danger by keeping a distance not far from the real martial arts team, after all, as a creature, the most threatening thing must be the person who gives them a strong breath.

As long as Meng Yang remained within a certain range, even if a creature appeared, he could sense the many powerful auras not far away.

As for some other dangers, they can only be overcome by Meng Yang's resourcefulness and prudence.

It didn't take long for a faint light to appear at the end of Meng Yang's gaze.

Meng Yang's face froze, and he immediately stopped, muttered a little, and stared at the light for a few breaths.

Finding that this white light did not have the aura overflowing from the magic weapon, nor did it stir up the violent spiritual power around him, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose and immediately ran in the direction where the white light was.

After half a ring, when he came to the place where the white light was, Meng Yang found that the light was actually overflowing from a whirlpool that cracked through the cracks. As his body approached, a sucking force appeared in the whirlpool in this gap, sucking Meng Yang's hair and clothes and pulling them in front of him.

After Meng Yang glanced at it, he slapped it on the storage ring, and a flying sword with a loud sound immediately flew towards the whirlpool.

Although this flying sword only had a quenching spirit grade, Meng Yang didn't dare to underestimate him at all.

Because in the land of nothingness, the role played by the quenching spirit level magic weapon is sometimes comparable to a life.

And this flying sword, which he regarded as his life, was approaching the vortex at lightning speed under the control of his spiritual sense.

Just when the flying sword was close to the whirlpool a hundred meters, the whole body suddenly shook, as if hitting metal, making a crisp sound, and the speed was stunned.

Immediately after that, an energy light curtain suddenly appeared, and the moment he separated the connection with the flying sword, he saw that the flying sword seemed to encounter a magnet, and flew towards the whirlpool, and as he gradually approached the culprit, the sword body also began to twist, and then disappeared into the whirlpool crack.

Meng Yang's eyes flashed, and he looked at this scene with a frown, and from the sucking power that overflowed from the whirlpool, he found that it was not a spatial rift that could destroy all living beings, but it had the same energy as the teleportation array.

Although this energy also has a sense of space, it does not have the sense of danger that makes the mind stir and uneasy.

After being silent for a long time, Meng Yang turned his head to look around, and with a look of hesitation on his face, he calculated in his heart.

He was able to follow behind the Zhenwu team all the time, not because of the strong spiritual sense, nor because of the prohibitions that were destroyed along the way, but because of the sixth feeling in his heart, the reason why Meng Yang believed in this feeling was because in addition to the prohibitions that were destroyed all the way, there were also Zhenwu corpses along the way.

But now, when he faced this rift vortex, he suddenly had a conjecture.

Is the team he is following far away?

Because judging from the scene of the flying sword just now, the rift vortex seems to be a teleportation in this void land.

Although it is unknown where it will be teleported, the flying sword does not shatter when it enters the rift vortex, but simply disappears into it.

He had a strange feeling, and this feeling, under deep thought, was even stronger.

He felt that the whirlpool of rifts that appeared in front of him was not only this, but also seemed to have a lot, even all over the entire boundless void.

Since he can discover the strangeness of the rift vortex, can other True Martial Stage existences also discover it?

Thinking of this, Meng Yang couldn't help but condense his face, hesitating in his heart.

If this rift vortex can really be teleported, then what exactly is the place to go, whether it will enter from the rift vortex in front of you, and then go out from other rift vortexes, and the place of teleportation is still this dark and void land, it is unknown.

What Meng Yang is most afraid of is choice, especially in this extremely dangerous and empty place, if the guess is right, it may be wrong, not only is he really single, but he even has to face unknown dangers and unknown encounters.

However, just as Meng Yang hesitated, the swirl of cracks that emitted white light that illuminated the surroundings suddenly emerged with a ripple of energy, which overflowed in all directions, pushing away the surrounding turbulent air, making the earth tremble within a radius of a kilometer.

Meng Yang raised his eyebrows, looking at the crack shrinking a little, as if a bleeding wound was healing, and his complexion couldn't help but change.

"Die for the bold, starve for the faint-hearted, and die." ”

"It's a big deal, I also condense my spiritual thoughts, use the scabbard as a shell, and share the world with Rao Tianhuang, and be a neighbor. ”

"It's okay to brag and brag nonsense, when waiting for an unlucky ghost to get the scabbard refining, wouldn't it be happy to be reborn. ”

Thinking of this, Meng Yang gritted his teeth, his face was resolute, and without saying a word, he really rushed over.