"Next, it's what happened to us people in a special space. Fang Tiannan thought about it and said, "No matter what happens to us, there won't be the slightest trace on the Heavenly Saint Continent." I wondered if it was not just what we felt at this time, in time, but just that a day had passed,......"

"What do you mean?" Tang Yan was a little strange and asked, "Could it be that the special space we are in now is not synchronized with the Heavenly Saint Continent in terms of time changes?"

"It's just a guess on my part. Fang Tiannan pondered and said, "You can think about it, since every time a tower appears, it will take three months and will not change, does it mean that whenever a tower appears, the time is fixed?"

"What does this have to do with the space we are in now?" the white-bearded old man of the Qingshui Sect also asked suspiciously.

"Because, at this time, we have already come to the third space presented by the tower. Fang Tiannan said with a smile, "For the first time, that is, the space I analyzed before, it is a completely illusory space. And the second time, I don't know if you remember, what we saw on the ground, those weapons, storage bags, and towers, but when we wanted to touch these things, we never could touch them?"

"This, naturally, is remembered. Butterfly nodded.

So, at that time, we should be in a semi-unreal, semi-real space. Fang Tiannan analyzed and said, "In such a space. Only by finding a breakthrough in reality from the illusory can we have a chance to get rid of the shackles of the illusory space, which is what we see, but as long as there are cultivators who want to touch the weapons and towers, they will be able to restore the operation of the star power in their bodies. ......”......

"Then why do these cultivators end up going crazy again?" Tang Yan couldn't help but ask.

"Well, I don't know. Fang Tiannan spread his hands, "It may be." The tower will have such a confinement for every floor of space. Start by entering the Tower range. The energy in our body must all be converged. ”

"And now, we should be in the third dimension, right?" The white-bearded old man of the Qingshui Sect. Glancing at the weapons on the ground. and a tall tower not far away. His eyes flickered, and he asked.

"Yes. Fang Tiannan nodded, "This is a completely real space. It's just that. It's different from the Heavenly Saint Continent. Although this space is real, it has completely left the Heavenly Saint Continent. To put it simply, this is similar to the formation of a small world. ”

"Is it a small world?" The white-bearded old man of the Qingshui Sect frowned, and it seemed to be even deeper, "If that's the case, if we can't leave this small world, even if we survive, we won't be able to return to the Heavenly Saint Continent, right?"

For a while, everyone was silent......

No matter how specific Fang Tiannan's analysis was, no matter what kind of understanding everyone had about their current location, the most important thing was to survive and leave here smoothly and return to the Heavenly Saint Continent. This was what all the cultivators present were most concerned about.

"I don't know Mr. Fang, is there a way for us to get out of this special space?" The man in the middle-aged Taoist couple asked with some anticipation, looking at Fang Tiannan.

"I don't know. Fang Tiannan shook his head.

After the handprint on the tower was stimulated, all the cultivators who stood under the tower experienced from a completely illusory world, then to a semi-illusory and semi-realistic world, and finally to a completely realistic world at this time.

You know, so far, no one has survived the crisis of the tower.

Moreover, Fang Tiannan faintly felt that although his analysis was more particular at every step, he still lacked the last breakthrough.

The previous spatial transformations, in Fang Tiannan's view, were all very autonomous.

It seems that every time the spatial scene changes, all the cultivators in different spaces can react differently,...... The development of the whole thing is like a pair of invisible hands in the dark, constantly promoting......

Fang Tiannan turned his head and looked around at the current location of everyone.

The image of the tower has returned to the extraordinarily clear Cheng dù. However, the consequences of every previous rash act were severe. At this time, there would be no cultivator who rashly reached out and touched the body of the tower. Who knows, could it be just because of an accidental attack, that a situation similar to the two cultivators who went crazy before?

Even on the ground, the weapons and storage bags that appear are so eye-catching, no one will lower their waist and reach out to pick them up.

The whole scene was very quiet.

It seems that everyone is quietly waiting for the next crisis to come.

The same is true of every cultivator on Fang Tiannan's side.

And when Fang Tiannan saw the tower, as well as those weapons and storage bags on the ground, he suddenly realized something in his heart.

"This is definitely not the last space that the Tower Crisis can show. Fang Tiannan couldn't help but be a little stunned and said, "It's not good, after this space appears, there will still be a large number of cultivators who will die. ......”......

And just when Fang Tiannan's words had not completely fallen, the atmosphere in the entire space was like a sudden change, and suddenly, a "hurricane" composed entirely of energy blew!

"Ahh

Among the five young cultivators, one of the remaining three cultivators suddenly let out an exclamation.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw that the whole person of this cultivator who let out a loud cry seemed to be gradually dismembered and dissipated little by little in this energy "hurricane", as if this young cultivator was completely shaped by sand, and in the wind blowing, the hula lala was scattered in the wind,......

This silent way of death was nakedly displayed in front of every cultivator's eyes, making everyone's eyes subconsciously tighten.

Caidie just wanted to ask, what was going on with Fang Tiannan. Fang Tiannan immediately made a decision and shook his head lightly at her.

About a moment later, when the figure of this young cultivator completely disappeared without the slightest trace, inexplicably, in the eyes of everyone, a young man who was standing far away from the cultivator on Fang Tiannan's side also screamed miserably and followed in the footsteps.

And just at this moment, not only Fang Tiannan, but even Tang Yan and a few others could feel that the energy "hurricane" blowing seemed to be faster in terms of speed......

From the life of the first cultivator, after dissipating in the energy "hurricane", one after another, there were several cultivators who lost their lives. It's like a solitaire of life. When the previous life disappears, the next life disappears immediately after.

"This should be distinguished according to the strength realm of each cultivator. "The white-bearded old man of the Qingshui Sect, when he said this, suddenly glanced at the disciples of the same sect beside him.

Judging from the situation of the several cultivators who had lost their lives in the energy "hurricane" before, although the specific strength realm of each person was still not very clear, it could still be roughly judged that the lower the strength realm, the shorter the time that the cultivator would persist in the "hurricane".

But as time passed, the lives of the cultivators who harvested became more and more, but on the contrary, they became stronger and stronger.

The young cultivator of the Qingshui Sect suddenly stiffened all over his body.

This silent horror comes entirely from the feeling of the heart.

It seemed that everyone's eyes fell on him, and every minute and second that passed, this young cultivator of the Qingshui Sect would feel tormented......

"Ahh

The penultimate person in the group of five young cultivators was also in the energy "hurricane", and finally couldn't hold on. Suddenly, her companion standing beside her reached out and grabbed him.

Fang Tiannan and the white-bearded old man of the Qingshui Sect instantly set their eyes on these two young cultivators.

"Can it be saved?" Fang Tiannan's mind was inexplicably flooded with such a thought.

It's just that with the hand-stretching out of his companion's hand, the companion, who was originally safe and sound, touched the body of the cultivator who seemed to have melted into the sand, and this hand, in an instant, disappeared along with it. Then, starting with his contact with his companion's hand, it slowly spread to his shoulders and body,......

This made Fang Tiannan and the white-bearded old man of the Qingshui Sect and the others frown.

It can be said that the strength of the last person in the combination of five young people must be the strongest among the five. Fang Tiannan estimated that even if it was not the level of the Saint King Realm, it was also the peak realm of the Saint Realm. Such a cultivator, even compared to Tang Yan and Caidie, is not too much, right?

But just the moment he helped his companion, he lost his life.

The energy "hurricane" that was still blowing seemed to have not changed at all, just silently, constantly taking away the lives of cultivators one by one. In the entire space, every trace of energy swimming in the whole space was so appropriate in Fang Tiannan's opinion. (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks for the flower season. A monthly pass that is remembered in a shallow way.