The more Meng Yang thought about it, the more shocked he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Traces of black flames appeared in his hands, and then several magic seals were slammed into the void.

Suddenly, in the void in front of Meng Yang, a ball of light glowing with black fireworks suddenly appeared.

As the ball of light solidifies, it slowly expands in a trajectory that rotates and spreads.

It's like using the sky as paper, and in the blink of an eye, scribble a circular circle of light with a radius of one meter.

Then, in a black beam of light, a coffin with a chilling aura suddenly appeared in front of Meng Yang.

Staring at the coffin in front of him, Meng Yang bent his fingers, and the evil puppet lying in it suddenly opened his ruthless bloody eyes.

The outstretched white hands also lifted the lid of the coffin at this moment and stepped out barefoot.

Meng Yang didn't say a word, and pointed to the antique tower.

The evil puppet's eyes were bloody, and a thick gray corpse qi suddenly surged all over his body, and he flew towards the ancient tower.

Under the control of the spiritual sense, Meng Yang looked intently at the evil puppet who was constantly approaching the antique tower, his eyes did not blink, his face looked extremely solemn, and he was also calculating in his heart how far the evil puppet was from the true safety of the antique tower.

But as the evil puppet approached all the way safe and sound, Meng Yang's expression became more and more strange.

It wasn't until the evil puppet broke through the distance of a hundred zhang and paused in mid-air, waiting for half a ring, and there was no change, that the strangeness in Meng Yang's heart almost reached the extreme.

After muttering for a while, Meng Yang frowned, and suddenly slapped the storage ring, summoned a flying sword, and threw it towards the antique tower.

In order to verify what he thought, Meng Yang didn't even inject spiritual power into Fei Jin's body, and let the flying sword use the force he threw out to cross thousands of meters and fly into a hundred zhang, and the speed became slower and slower, and he plunged into the desert.

After a few breaths of silence, Meng Yang summoned another flying sword.

But this time it was different, he slightly injected some spiritual power into the flying sword's body, making it have to be closer and farther, and under staring, the flying sword with the sound of breaking the sky, within a hundred feet of the ancient tower, was not far from the evil puppet's body, and immediately collapsed.

At the moment of collapse, the fragments scattered around it, as if eroded by time, rusted and lost their luster, and when they fell into the desert, they suddenly scattered in all directions, turned into spots, and finally turned to ashes.

"Shhhhh

Meng Yang gasped, his eyes widened violently, and he watched this scene in horror.

If Meng Yang is a cultivator in the Zhenwu period, he can definitely see that around the antique tower, there are colorful spots of light, which are like the sand of the galaxy, floating in the light curtain shrouded in the entire antique tower, which is very good-looking, more like the Milky Way, which is eye-catching.

In it, these spots of light form lines, and hundreds of hurricanes that rotate together are constantly rotating around the antique towers, and the traces of movement are almost indistinguishable.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand, which is playing with all this, and it is like a formation, revealing the power of rules.

Looking down, the hurricanes that are connected in series are like jade bracelets worn on people's arms.

While surrounding the ancient tower, drive away and destroy all things that come close to the spiritual power.

As for the evil puppet and the flying sword that was not infused with spiritual power, it was precisely because it was not attached to the aura that it would be safe and sound.

And the flying sword that was injected with spiritual power exploded and shattered in an instant as it approached, falling apart.

Looking at the complete flying sword that was stuck in the desert, Meng Yang didn't dare to cast a spiritual power summoning.

There was a little silence, his eyes fell on the evil puppet, and he groaned in his heart

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, The evil puppet was not harmed because the breath on the evil puppet's body was not spiritual power, but corpse qi, so this explains why the flying sword infused with spiritual power, and the water sword used by the water sword technique, shattered.

"Spiritual power..."Meng Yang muttered to himself in silence.

The moment the words fell, the rich spiritual power that filled the body disappeared without a trace in an instant, like the sea water at low tide.

At the same time, a chilling death breath gushed out violently, and then the complexion quickly turned dark, and the cold glint in his eyes seemed to reveal a trace of inhumanity at this time.

"Zhengrong, unusual, no matter where you are pointing, you can't stop me Meng Yang, the pace of becoming stronger..."

His eyes lit up darkly, Meng Yang's face was gloomy, and he stepped out and immediately appeared a hundred meters away.

Looking at the white hurricane around the antique tower, he looked calm and stepped on it again.

At a distance of 10,000 meters, as Meng Yang took dozens of steps, he was already within a hundred zhang.

The moment a powerful energy stopped Meng Yang from entering, Meng Yang sneered in his heart, stepped on it again, and immediately appeared beside the evil puppet. Then Meng Yang sealed with his dead qi, put away the evil puppet, and sensed that the powerful aura of his body that could tear flesh and blood under the force of many hurricanes sucked and pulled, his eyes did not blink, and he stepped on it again.

As Meng Yang got closer and closer to the antique tower, he gritted his teeth.

A pair of big hands glowing with black aura slammed into the flying sword that plunged into the desert behind him.

Buzz...

The flying sword trembled all over, and let out a sword roar, and the lines on its sword body were filled with dead air, instantly making the flying sword shine brightly, flying violently, and following the direction of Meng Yang's finger, it rushed directly into the hurricane.

Meng Yang took a deep breath and stared intently at the looming black dragon sword shadow that rushed into the hurricane.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, and suddenly found that the tip of the flying sword cut through the flickering sharp light in the air, and when it broke through the defense of the hurricane, it was overwhelmed and made a clicking sound. At the same time, a crack suddenly appeared on the tip of the flying sword.

As the flying sword got closer, the rift grew longer. It starts along the tip of the sword and extends to the hilt.

Then, with a crisp sound, it actually split into two, turned into pieces with a bang, and was blown to pieces by a rotating hurricane.

"It seems that you still need a soul-level magic weapon..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed slightly, his wrist twisted decisively, and he pulled out the embroidered spring knife with a sonorous sound.

Suddenly, the embroidered spring knife was like a small whirlwind, rushing towards the hurricane of the antique tower with aggressive momentum.

In the wind and sand, the embroidered spring knife is getting closer and closer, and its speed is slowly approaching the same as the rotational speed of the hurricane.

It was at this moment, under Meng Yang's attentive gaze, that the embroidered spring knife really passed through the hurricane and fell into the antique tower.

"I see..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed coldly, and he was happy in his heart.

Under the slight movement of his complexion, the whole person rotated like an embroidered spring knife.

Barely pausing, Meng Yang directly crossed the huge hurricane with a radius of 100 meters and came to the top of the antique tower.

In his gaze, Meng Yang noticed that the door plaque hanging on the antique tower with the word Zhengrong written on it was actually broken.

Obviously, after the word Zhengrong, there are still words, but the other half of the door plaque, under his gaze, is nowhere to be found.

Stepping into the antique tower shrouded in hundreds of hurricanes, even if Meng Yang didn't spin himself, he couldn't sense the strong suction force outside the hurricane at all, no wonder, in such a strong suction force

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Below, the reason why the antique tower can still be safe and sound.

Meng Yang groaned for a moment, jumped back, changed back to the embroidered spring knife, and slowly landed at the foot of the antique tower.

When he stepped down from the body of the embroidered spring sword and stood on the stone steps of the ancient tower, the closed tower door actually opened by itself under the roaring silence. Then a rectangular light curtain overflowing with colorful colors appeared in front of Meng Yang as the tower door opened.

"Teleportation light curtain..."Meng Yang was stunned for a moment, sensing the colorful light curtain in front of him, and his eyes flickered.

If there was a rift vortex in front of Meng Yang at this moment, Meng Yang would not feel strange. But if a teleportation array appeared in front of him, it could only mean that by chance, he had stepped on the same path as the group of true martial monks before.

When he met Zu Liren, Meng Yang actually had some doubts in his heart.

This Zuli man was teleported here not because of an accident.

Or, the rift vortex that he teleported into didn't happen to appear around him, maybe someone triggered something, or broke through a certain prohibition, causing the rift vortex that appeared around everyone to be directly teleported in.

This also explains why Meng Yang was teleported to this desert space, and it is difficult to see the rift vortex until now.

If he hadn't paid attention to the changes in the movement of the hurricane, he probably wouldn't have discovered the existence of an antique tower in this desert.

And this antique tower turned out to be the teleportation entrance out of the desert space.

If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that the group of true martial arts barbarians who stepped into the Thunder Stone Bridge before had also appeared in the desert space?

Thinking of this, Meng Yang suddenly had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, feeling that he was not too cautious, and so many assumptions and conjectures appeared in his mind when he saw this antique tower teleportation array.

He felt that no matter whether there was a discrepancy between his guess and the facts, finding the teleportation array to leave the desert was the most important thing.

Although he was still smiling bitterly in his heart, his spirit was highly concentrated and he didn't dare to have the slightest suspicion of being big.

With the embroidered spring knife on his back, after cautiously approaching the teleportation array, he paused for a while and probed.

After discovering that there was no clue, he stepped into the teleportation array of the ancient tower.

A soft, wind-like feeling swept across his face, and his body began to merge with the space around him.

It wasn't until Meng Yang was silent for a long time that he opened his eyes and found that he appeared in a hut.

There was not a single piece of furniture in the hut, only a candle that stood in the air like it could never be extinguished.

Walking in front of the candle, the spiritual sense spread, reached out and touched it, and found that the candle, as if it did not exist under the spiritual sense, the palm of the hand actually passed through directly. The candle had no effect at all, and was still standing in mid-air.

Meng Yang's face was strange, he looked around the wooden house, his mind moved, he stepped forward, and pushed open the door of the wooden house.

With a squeak, the door slowly expanded, and a silver snow peak immediately appeared in Meng Yang's burning eyes.

As far as the eye can see, the snow-capped peaks standing in the sky are very dazzling in the sun.

The snow is blue, and the snowflakes are transparent like the glass of the flannel glacier, and in the misty clouds of the fog, they are full of majesty through the sky, like a hidden jade dragon with no end in sight.

The cold wind blew on the face, and it was even longer, overflowing with a light trill.

The moment he saw this snow peak, Meng Yang's whole person was stunned, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

"This is..."

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