In the twist, Wang Yong saw that the pony he had bought with good stamina kneaded his body was kneaded into a noodle-like shape, and blood gushed out.

Then came the collapse of the cliffs.

Wang Yong himself is not too much of a problem.

But Rao is he also felt like a hammer in this abnormality, and there seemed to be Hong Zhong Dalu next to his ears, he touched the tip of his nose, and the blood slowly flowed out.

The corners of his mouth twisted into a slight smile.

With the heartbeat of the space, Wang Yong rose into the air and flew towards the end of the canyon, flying faster and faster.

He rarely felt that it was so difficult to fly, as if he was diving at a depth of 10,000 meters.

It gets darker and darker, and the oppression of the surrounding space comes from every inch of the body.

"Squeak......" he could hear the overwhelming bones inside his body.

The fishy smell in my throat is getting stronger.

Wang Yong is sure that even a 100,000-ton steel giant ship will be twisted into scrap metal here.

His horizons grew darker and darker, as if a person was dying.

As if his consciousness was sleeping, he flew slower and slower.

But he's still moving forward.

Finally......

"Bang!" He regained his speed and was ejected like a cannonball.

Roll down on the beach.

He felt pain all over his body, a sharp ache, and his mind was dizzy.

Covered in sand, he struggled to his feet.

He quenched out a mouthful of blood and spat it on the sand and wiped it.

It's like a beach from ancient times.

The sand was coarse, the light was somewhat blurred, and the dark blue, almost black, water crashed against the beach again and again.

It's quiet...... Yes, it's quiet......

Only the occasional few huge skeletons on the beach......

It's like a whale, or a dragon's ......

Wang Yong slowly approached, and in front of these huge bones, he looked a little small.

The bones are petrified, as if they are millions of years old.

He wandered around the beach for a long time, only to see a pale blue light coming from the horizon, but he never saw the sun rise.

Certainly not a stony desert here?

This is certainly not a stony desert.

It's a dying world.

This is not even an ordinary world crashing into the wizarding world, this is simply a dying, dry world, only a little green at the tip of the tree tree-like world system collapsed on this world system.

Wang Yong didn't know what was going to happen.

He rested for a long time on the sandy beach that seemed to be eternal, and then turned his head and walked in the opposite direction, where it also seemed to be a black cliff.

The scene was familiar to him.

After walking for two days, Wang Yong finally came to the place of the cliff.

It is a series of cliffs, towering and terrifying, more than 8,000 meters. Eventually, he found a hole at the foot of the cliff.

At the entrance of the cave is a skeleton in the shape of a human.

He had a severed ring finger and a scythe-like thing in his hand, a broken throat bone, apparently strangled by someone else, and a fire in front of him.

Wang Yong stared at this scene, and something began to operate as if it were the equipment of a sealed factory.

The gears are abrasive and rusty, and memories that are long gone.

The Dark Tower?

Wang Yong was a little puzzled.

The world is even more dry.

He walked into the cave.

It is a bumpy cave that is dark.

Not even parasitic bats, just long.

Wang Yong slowly explored inside.

There are about four or five days. He found himself guessing something similar to metal.

He looked down and fumbled for a moment, and the rails ......

In the darkness and loneliness, he seemed to lose his expression, and the muscles on his face twitched.

He is willing to explore, but it is better to walk on an unfamiliar road that is familiar to him.

Then there was a handcart.

He lit up a glimmer of light with his wand in the darkness, and even the slightest bit of blue flame-like light made him feel very blind.

It was a flat, square sheet of metal that sat firmly on rails, with a swingable handle in the center and a string of gears attached to the bottom.

Wang Yong squinted his eyes slightly and squatted down, there is no doubt that this is a very rusty handcart, but there is indeed a metallic light in the key gear part, not long ago, a few years ago? Someone should have used it.

He was silent for a while, but it was better to say that he hadn't spoken for the past few days, and he took out the box and lit a streak of ice mist.

He has to save a little, most of these are made by Qiu Zhang, and when he comes to the wizarding world, he can't say that he is troubled, and he has a lot of experiences, so he inevitably has to calm down his mood occasionally.

It consumes quickly.

Ignited, the extremely cold ice mist entered his lungs, making him feel a little bit of moisture that he had not seen for a long time in the dryness, and he felt a little more comfortable.

Projections, overlapping worlds, space-time began to be confused.

Wang Yong thinks he has to hurry up as soon as possible?

Sometimes the projection of the world is as old as time itself, hundreds of millions of years? It's like a part of the world, sometimes it's just a few seconds away.

He didn't know what would happen if he stayed here for a long time.

The World Tree can be connected here...... But it's a withered world...... Will there be a recovery? That's a number that is beyond human comprehension.

Wait until this ice mist is gone.

Wang Yongcai sat on the handcart and shook it on the handle, which required more power, but it was not a problem for him.

Under his continuous acceleration, soon, the speed of the hand-cranked car was about the same as the speed of the T-shaped train.

He walked in the dark tunnels of the mountains, dark, and seemed to have lost even the concept of time.

But when he shook the cart, it all seemed to come alive again.

The cold wind whirring through the tunnel blew across his cheeks, making his robes whizz in the darkness.

There is also the sound of water flowing down the rock wall of the tunnel, and the faint sound of the underground river.

Gradually, as the air in front of me became humid, some amphibians began to appear, and the big ones were a little scary.

They just watched the handcart pass by quickly, and sometimes they wanted to attack in groups, but it was nothing to Wang Yong, and they didn't have to make their own moves, their flame barrier would automatically rise, filling the tunnel with a barbecue smell.

He walked like this for about two days.

The tunnel ahead became more and more strange, and the stone walls emitted all kinds of strange lights, obviously rich in radioactive ores, and at most, the stone walls were full of these ores, emitting a misty brilliance.

It's like a neon-lit driving tunnel in a low-tech world.

In the next few hours, Wang Yong could hear the rumbling of the water in his ears getting louder and louder.

The tunnel was also all wet, and he couldn't help but think about how boring people in this world are, spending so much time digging tunnels, thousands of kilometers of tunnels? How many years to complete? It's hard to guess.

There was still a dark patch ahead, but the water vapor in his face told Wang Yong that he might not be far from a fault. 8)