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Although the Blood Tomb Sea is in the north of the Beishan Alliance, it is not surprising that the five domains are shared. After all, although the Beishan Alliance was strong, it was absolutely impossible to fight against the other four domains.

Exclusive, it doesn't work.

Fang Yang knew more about the strength of the mountain lord here. Obviously, the mountain lord transmits the sound, but these many foundation-building repairs can't be noticed.

"Networking builds the foundation...... Is it so strong?" Fang Yang said in his heart.

In the square at the foot of the mountain, countless scattered cultivators converged into a sea of people, and the number was so large that it needed to be tens of thousands.

"Boom!"

The formation path above the six mountain peaks was finally completely merged.

A huge colorful vortex with a diameter of more than 100 zhang emerged, shining brightly, like a sea of spirit.

"All monks heading to the Sea of Ruins, immediately open your storage bags. "A strong consciousness suddenly came, covering all the surrounding areas.

Suddenly, the cultivators hurriedly complied.

Fang Yang, Liu Meier, etc., under the signal of the mountain owner, also flew down to the square and opened the storage bag.

"Buzzing ......" is like the wind, swept by in an instant.

But Fang Yang could feel that this thought had already swept over the storage bags of him and the corpse slaves in an instant. Although this consciousness had never been aware of the cats in the storage bags of his group of five, the strength of this awareness also shocked Fang Yang.

That kind of spiritual pressure, if it seems to be all concentrated, without the power of cultivation, can destroy him!

"Could it be that this is the Ancestor of the Fog Spirit Sect?" a thought flashed through Fang Yang's heart.

After a while, the mind ended the scan.

"Boom!" The foundation building cultivation on the six mountain peaks flew into the air in an instant, and with a wave of his hand, a piece of flying magic weapons appeared, either as a battleship or as a compass...... There are so many strange things.

On it, there is a vast air that escapes.

This aura is actually the same as the fierce bones that cast the six formation bases.

Bloody Grave Sea!

Fang Yang had some enlightenment.

It seems that this sea area of the blood grave is not only rich in fierce bones, but also can be used to salvage magic weapons. These ritual weapons obviously have some peculiarities with the current cultivation world, and they seem to be more archaic.

Each flying magic weapon turned into a circle of dozens of zhang, which was quite huge, and the entire square was shrouded in shadows.

"All monks who want to go to the sea of ruins, let out their thoughts, and lock on to the nearest flying magic weapon without delay. A fog spirit elder whose breath was obviously in the late stage of foundation building said lightly.

Immediately, all the monks complied.

For a moment, the void was densely filled with thoughts.

"Boom!" All the flying magic weapons were blazing, and they shook suddenly, and the aura was immense, and the cultivators were involved in it. In an instant, the square was empty.

The moment he stepped on the flying magic weapon, all the monks' dantian had an illusory spirit rune that was as bright as jade and could not be expanded: "The sea of ruins has been open for a month, and after a month, if you still have the others, this talisman can automatically lead you back to the flying magic weapon." ”

"Start teleporting. "Out of nowhere, an old voice sounded.

Nearly a thousand foundation cultivators each held a flying magic weapon, and began to line up to teleport in an orderly manner.

At this moment, Fang Yang's pupils shrank, but on the observation deck of a mountain peak, he saw two familiar figures - the ancestor of the Xiao family and the ancestor of the Lin family!

At the same time that he saw the two of them, the two of them also saw him almost at the same time, and their pupils suddenly contracted.

It's just that the ancestor of the Xiao family cares more about Fang Yang, and Old Ancestor Lin just glanced at Fang Yang here, and then focused his gaze on the corpse slave on Fang Yang's side.

"Damn!" the faces of the two ancestors sank.

They wanted to stop it, but they didn't dare.

The sea of ruins, even the Fog Spirit Ancestors, also attached great importance to it. If the teleportation is delayed, they can't afford the anger of the Jindan Ancestor.

The tenth-layer Qi refining, the foundation building powerhouse, and the identity of the ancestor of the Qianshan family are as light as a feather in the Fog Spirit Ancestor.

Yes, they could only watch as the target was teleported away. But what about teleporting, as long as they are alive, they will eventually return to the Fog Spirit Mountain Realm.

They still have a chance.

At this point, Fang Yang also thought of it, and couldn't help but look gloomy. But for a while, there was no way to deal with it, so I could only take one step at a time.

Duration.

One by one, the flying magic weapons entered the teleportation spirit sea. In the aura, it disappears.

"Boom ......" Fang Yang, Liu Mei'er and others were on a huge spirit boat, but they saw that this spirit boat was covered by bright spiritual light everywhere, and it was impossible for the naked eye to see through it.

This, even if Fang Yang had the Spirit Eye Technique, it was the same.

Finally, the light faded.

"Boom ......" the spirit boat shook.

The surrounding scene clearly caught the eyes of the cultivators—the void cracked, and countless spatial cracks emerged. In every spatial rift, you can see some scenery through the gap.

Some are mountains, some are lakes, some are wilderness and forests, and some are pavilions......

These spatial rifts, if they are widened, the cultivators can completely step into them.

It can be said that every rift leads to a secret realm of space.

It's just that now that the sea of ruins has begun to appear, many spatial rifts have not yet grown. But even so, the dense landscape is listed, and many unrelated regional characteristics such as being broken and spliced together together to form a special scenery still shocks the minds of all cultivators.

The flying magic weapons are all silent.

It can only be said that the visual impact of the sea of ruins is too strong.

The volcano erupts thin on the grassland, and the large river swells next to the volcano.

In the dark forest, there are ruins.

Even, there are mountains, lakes and other upside downs.

On the other side of the sea, there is still a basin, but there is not the slightest moisture in it, but a desert. In the desert, there are statues of gods that have fallen......

In short, the Sea of Ruins is a place that subverts the monk's previous perceptions!

At this time, no matter how conceited the cultivator is, he will not poke his consciousness out of the protective light curtain of the flying magic weapon. Through the protective light curtain, all cultivators could feel the power of this spatial rift.

The aura emitted by each spatial rift contained destruction. The number is as majestic as the sea, and the state to which the aura of destruction has accumulated, can be imagined.

It was these flying magic weapons, passing through the spatial rift, and they were all roaring, and the rumbling sound was endless.

At this moment, these flying magic weapons are no longer sailing, but moving forward in tow. What dragged the flying magic weapon forward was the suction power emitted by the space secret realm that had been opened in the sea of ruins.

This lot of suction is gathered and the traction is amazing.

"This is the Sea of Ruins......" Fang Yang murmured, shocked by the magnificence and desolation of the Sea of Ruins, and for a while forgot the threat from the Xiao Family Ancestor and Lin Ancestor.

Raising his eyes into the distance, Fang Yang's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the extremely distant void, a little spiritual light flickered. There, it was the team sent by other immortal sects of the Beishan Alliance to hunt for treasures. Every bit of spiritual light is a flying magic weapon.

The spirit is bright, and it can be described as numerous.

However, when some of the spirits approached the sea of ruins, they actually collapsed with blood light. Is that...... Explosion!

Landing on the sea of ruins is dangerous!