The land is dead and dry.

Zong Shen looked around and subconsciously frowned.

But this place does not look like a space where living beings exist.

No clues were found.

It is very likely to be a dead place.

His eyes darkened.

It seems that some possibility has been thought of.

The thousand-layer space in the Tower of Climbing the Sky is refreshed every ten million years.

It can raise life. But here, it is obviously not normal.

It seems that something strange has absorbed all the vitality.

Some are like the scene where the Chaos Immortal Vine in the Purgatory of Wind and Sands squeezed out a space.

In short, this kind of place either breeds the most precious treasure or the peerless fierce soldiers.

The tower of climbing the sky is too old and too magical.

It is not ruled out that some spiritual treasures or dying evil fangs regard this place as a place to rest and rest.

He stood there and thought for a moment.

I chose a direction at will.

The rules and constraints here are more important than those in the ancient Mongolian prairie.

Fortunately, Zong Shen's body has also been significantly improved as the climbing ladder has been improved.

Now he can still maintain a steadily stance.

Move quickly in this wasteland.

It is comparable to the most powerful horse in the world.

After several hours, Zong Shen stopped.
Chapter completed!