Not only Fang Yang, but all the martial artists in the Jiuyuan Bridge were shocked by this heavy and distant voice, and they saw this place for the first time.

"The stone door is open!"

Someone was shocked.

A strong man's eyes shimmered, and his heart sank and said: "The stone door didn't open, but it just moved......"

Quite a few people sighed, "Someone is going in again." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the strong people present felt a sense of powerlessness in their hearts, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of frustration.

The more pretentious the martial artist, the stronger the feeling of frustration at this moment, and he can't wait to be the first to rush into the stone gate.

But they knew that if they dared to do so, they would definitely die.

And although it was covered by a lot of fog, they probably knew that it was the young man who opened the stone gate of the Heavenly Desolate Tower, and it was not something that could not be accepted to be frustrated by this young man who reproduced the legend of the Black Great Wall.

After all, no matter who was the first to enter the Heavenly Desolate Tower, it was impossible for them to give up because of frustration, and it was more advantageous to take the lead first, but it did not mean that they could get all the creations of the Heavenly Desolate Tower.

Thinking about Han Yuefan back then, he spent twenty-three days on this Jiuyuan Bridge, and his perseverance and tenacity were so strong that he frightened countless martial artists of his generation, although he did not get the secret treasure of the Heavenly Desolate Tower, but after this, Han Yuefan had already been baptized, and gradually rose from then on.

The exclamations that sounded one after another behind him did not affect Fang Yang much, he has always been a person who can calm down, although Fang Yang's heart was also ecstatic at this moment, but Fang Yang restrained himself.

He understands that the more the last moment, the more excited he is, the easier it is to lose concentration, and then neglect many details.

Fang Yang could see very clearly that in front of him was a stone gate that was thousands of zhang high and tens of thousands of miles wide, which made him feel a sense of awe.

Even though he was still a long distance away and was not physically present at it, Fang Yang could still clearly feel the desolate and lonely aura coming to his face.

Hundreds of thousands of years of blood of the saints, the ups and downs of the heroes, and the accumulated historical atmosphere make people infinitely emotional.

Perhaps it is no longer possible to describe its majesty in terms of stone gates, it should be called the boundary gate, which opens and blocks two huge worlds.

With such a majestic stone gate, Fang Yang couldn't imagine how heavy it was.

Now the divine iron under his feet weighs tens of millions of catties, but it is only ten zhang wide, compared with the majestic stone gate in front of him, it is simply a small thing.

If this stone gate was a giant whale, the divine iron under Fang Yang's feet would not even be a shrimp, and the two were not of the same level at all, and the difference was too far.

Fang Yang speculated in his heart that this stone door might weigh trillions of catties, what kind of concept is this?

That is the burden and weight that the God King in the fourth life form, the strong man at the top of the cosmic pyramid, can hardly bear.

Trillion catties, this is something that an ordinary person can't think of, and it is impossible to imagine that anything can weigh trillions of catties, and you must know that a planet is only trillions of catties.

In other words, a stone door in the Heavenly Desolate Tower is equivalent to the weight of half a planet, which can simply shock the jaws of countless people.

The most frightening thing is that the Heavenly Desolate Tower has an eight-sided tower body, that is to say, there are seven stone doors like this.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang choked up a little, and his heart could not suppress the feeling of looking up to the mountains, and he couldn't help but feel his insignificance.

Is this Heavenly Desolate Tower really something that can be built by manpower? Even if it is as strong as a god king, it can refine several planets into a single treasure?

Not to mention that there are eight different worlds in this Heavenly Desolate Tower, what kind of treasure is this?

It may be precisely because of this that the Heavenly Desolate Pagoda is called the First Xuan Pagoda in the Universe by countless martial artists, even the Zhenxian Pagoda of the Duolan God King cannot be compared to it, and the difference between the two is too much.

Otherwise, for hundreds of thousands of years, the Heavenly Desolate Tower has appeared a total of seven or eight times, and it will not stand here safely, and it may have been taken away by those giant powers.

By now, Fang Yang had become more and more convinced that the owner of the Heavenly Desolate Tower was definitely a world-class powerhouse, at least at the level of a God King, otherwise, it would be impossible for the Heavenly Desolate Tower to exist in the stars for so long.

"I hope the secret can be revealed. ”

Fang Yang hesitated for a moment, took a breath, and continued to walk.

When he came to the Heavenly Desolate Tower, what he wanted most was to understand his life experience, and as for the secret treasure, it was just a matter of doing it, just like Heaven and not taking the blame.

There were too many divine irons corresponding to this ninth divine rope, even if Fang Yang recovered most of his blood qi strength, he was still tired enough, but due to the coherence of the Nine Abyss Bridge, the distance between each divine iron was not too far, which greatly reduced Fang Yang's burden, otherwise, Fang Yang really didn't have the confidence to rush directly to the stone gate.

Time is passing minute by minute, and the world of this Heavenly Desolate Tower is shrouded in layers of fog, miserable and a little dark, for the warriors in it, there is no concept of day and night.

After all, this is already within the dimensional realm, in another plane in the star field, and the sun can't shine in at all.

But Fang Yang's mind was still very clear, and he could remember how quickly and slowly time passed.

By now, Fang Yang probably estimated that it might be dawn outside.

In other words, Fang Yang had already crossed the Nine Abyss Bridge for nearly eight hours, and even Fang Yang himself was surprised that he could still hold on to such a high-intensity load.

"Whew...... And the last ten, all in one go!"

Fang Yang shook off a handful of sweat fiercely, his expression fierce.

At this time, the more Fang Yang wanted to push himself, sometimes he didn't force himself, and he didn't know how far he could persist and what kind of potential he had.

Fang Yang had a deep understanding of this in the Taiyin Youying, if he hadn't been forcing his potential, when he was chased and killed by the sacrificial worms, he would not have broken through the limit and opened up a new precursor essence.

But at this moment, as the divine iron under his feet continued to surge in his direction, Fang Yang's heart throbbed, and he inexplicably felt a wave of unease.

Fang Yang knew that when he had completed all of these Divine Irons, they would be connected here, forming the last Black Great Wall, and then scattered everywhere.

But other than that, Fang Yang also had a very strange feeling, as if he was being targeted by a behemoth, which made him feel creepy.

For this feeling, Fang Yang still had palpitations, because not long ago, when Fang Yang was hunting the seriously injured holy beast Tianwu in the Ancient Mang Mountain, he also had this feeling.

But at that time, there were too many warriors hunting, like locusts crossing the border, Fang Yang's feeling of palpitations was not too strong.

Unlike now, as Fang Yang went deeper and closer to Shimen, the stronger this feeling became, and even gradually there was a cold feeling of blood clotting, which made him feel cold in his back.

"What's going on?"

Fang Yang didn't understand what the throbbing in his heart was, and a strong uneasiness began to spread throughout his body.

In the dark, Fang Yang seemed to be pulling the shackles of a giant murderer, but he was targeted by this giant murderer, as if he was about to be devoured in the next moment.