Every cause must bear fruit, your catastrophe is me

After obliterating Muchen's soul, Tang Yin also seized control of this system.

This thing is a masterpiece of the Molan Dynasty, a huge combined magic weapon, which is equivalent to the current artifact as a whole.

Yes, this ruin is an artifact, and everyone is in the inner space of the artifact.

And the ladder, especially the ladder with more than seventy floors, is a small thousand worlds composed of magic weapons.

Tang Yin was dumbfounded when he learned about it, and repeatedly lamented the power of the Molan Dynasty.

And what he admired the most was that the current dynasty treats extraterritorial demons on the defensive, but at the height of the Molan Dynasty, what they wanted was to eliminate extraterritorial demons, study demons, and even use the strength of extraterritorial demons for their own use.

This relic of the artifact is a research institute dedicated to the study of monsters and extraterrestrial demons. In the Tianti Xiaoqian world, those creations are the experience or experiments after research.

However, in the end, the Molan Dynasty still lost to the evil spirit, and the entire research institute also suffered a devastating blow because of the influence of the evil spirit on Mu Chen, which led to Muchen's rebellion.

"What a demon, it's really scary to have such an ability."

The stronger the Molan Dynasty was, the more Tang Yin feared the foreign demons that destroyed it.

Mu Chen is a typical example, as if he is pursuing his own goal, for immortality and strength, he is the one who manipulated the demons from outside the territory, in fact, these are all fake.

The one who was really affected was Mu Chen himself.

He was originally a dull research monk who was proficient in research teachers, and he became greedy and cruel under the influence of demons. Everything he pursued was also the manipulation of his desires by demons from outside the territory.

Tang Yin continued to study this magic weapon, and stamped his own mark on it to complete the complete seizure.

"Let's call you the Institute."

Tang Yin gave the magic weapon a new name. Everything here is very similar to the scientific research base on Earth in the previous life. The difference is that the Molan Dynasty is a civilization of cultivating immortals, while the former is a civilization of science and technology.

"The energy consumption of this artifact is too great. To fully activate it would cost the equivalent of a spiritual mine."

"This also shows how abundant the aura was in Beizhou 30 years ago. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to develop such a high-energy-consuming combination magic weapon. Of course, there is also a reason for the power of the dynasty. Concentrate on big things."

"But now it seems to me... a bit tasteless."

Tang Yin finished researching the 'Institute' and said with some sighs.

Where can he get a spirit mine now, it is impossible to fully activate it.

However, he was not discouraged. His current strength was still weak, and he might be able to find the Spirit Mine in the future, and then he would be able to fully activate this research institute.

He circulated his aura and put the core magic weapon of the research institute, that is, the crystal ball in front of him, into the Qiankun bag.

Afterwards, Tang Yin came to the ladder and communicated with Xi'er and Honglian.

"Xi'er, Honglian, you are here to practice hard for the time being, this world is already under my control, this is a rare opportunity, don't miss it."

Tang Yin Chuannian said that this heavenly ladder was actually a training place for the monks of the Molan Dynasty, who cultivated their body, spirit and combat experience by stepping up the ladder step by step.

"Brother, what about you?" Su Mengxi noticed something and asked curiously.

"Tang Yin, do you really control this world?" Honglian's words shocked Tang Yin.

"I found a passage to Beizhou, and I checked it out earlier. If you continue to practice hard, you can help me better when you enter Beizhou."

"After you climb the ladder and enter the palace, I will sense it. At that time, I will guide you."

Tang Yin said with a smile.

But before leaving, Tang Yin still needs to clean up the ruins.

Some monks were still scattered in the ruins looking for treasures. Tang Yin had to destroy them first, and the gate of a ruin would only be opened after it had been in disrepair for a long time, which caused the spiritual energy inside to spill out. This aspect also had to be repaired.

"Okay, I will definitely climb up the ladder as soon as possible, and then I will help you brother." Su Mengxi said in a deep voice, cheering herself up.

Guren also nodded.

In this way, Tang Yin began to clean up the ruins. Now that the whole ruins are under his control, those monks are equivalent to small dots marked with "flash", and there is nowhere to hide.

Tang Yin wiped them out one by one, and then re-drawn the formation at the entrance, and provided spiritual power to the magic weapon where the gate was located, and closed it again.

This is manifested in the astonishment of a group of monks.

At the entrance of the ruins, some weak monks were looking at the gate from a distance, wanting to go in but not daring to go in.

At this moment, the gate was closed with a bang, the overflowing aura suddenly dissipated, and the entrance of the gate slowly blurred and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"No, the ruins are closed!"

"Damn it, the masters of our Sky Eagle Sect haven't come out yet, brothers Xu Kun and Xu Feng are still inside."

"Something went wrong, why didn't anyone come out, something must have happened!"

With the closure of the ruins and the disappearance of the entrance, the faces of the monks changed wildly, and they already sensed that things were not good.

As the gate of the ruins disappeared, the monks exploded.

Soon the news spread to the ears of other monks in the ancient battlefield, and also to the ears of the three sects and the major sects. Many people flocked to investigate.

Except for Bai Zhanzong.

At this time, in the underground secret room of Bai Zhanzong, a group of casual cultivators chained up were fixed in a complicated and mysterious formation.

In the center of the formation, Wang Teng was sitting cross-legged with his support firmly on his back, with his heart turned to the sky.

His body was collapsing little by little, blood spilled from his skin, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his face was pale.

"Hurry up, hurry up, activate the formation!"

"There must be nothing wrong with Wang Teng, he is our Bai Zhanzong's only hope."

"Damn it, what happened, why did Wang Teng use the substitute peach?"

In the outer area of ​​the formation, several monks of the Hundred Wars Sect are frantically inputting spiritual power, focusing on the spirit stones above the formation to make the formation work.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"No, Lord Bai Zhanzong, give us a chance to survive."

A group of casual cultivators who were fixed in the formation collapsed, because they knew what a miserable end they would face.

Everyone is already desperate.

All of them are casual cultivators, and most of them are slaves captured by Bai Zhanzong on the ancient battlefield.

In this regard, most sects would not go too far with this kind of captured slaves, they just regarded them as laborers, doing odd jobs.

But it's obviously not here. The formation on the ground has not yet fully operated, and they all feel the spiritual energy in their bodies being quickly drawn away.

The aura rushed towards Wang Teng, who was at the center of the formation, and Wang Teng's collapsing body gradually remained stable, and he no longer bled from his seven orifices as before.

Then the formation was fully operational.