How long has it been since that thing became this oil lake?

Qi Yu had a terrifying number in his heart that he didn't dare to declare.

Passing over the three people who had fainted, Qi Yu touched the bottom of the oil lake.

There seems to be an irresistible attraction there.

The heavy oil, which was as dark as the surroundings, slowly flooded back in, trying to block Qi Yu's footsteps.

But as if walking on the ground, Qi Yu effortlessly brushed aside the black oil in bursts, like a spoon cutting through a hot soup.

The thin filaments that were as thin as shadows, following Qi Yu's moving figure, evenly popped up strong waves, grating across the bottom of the lake again and again, revealing clear fossil lines and oil sand.

It only takes a few trembling moments for Qi Yu to be able to keep those returning black waters out of dozens of steps, and the return of Nirvana can finally make Qi Yu have more attention and place it in the part that he is not good at, but is fascinated by.

Too many fragments, too many clues, too many contradictions.

made Qi Yu want to stop, and it was difficult to let go.

Is this a real fragrance?

Qi Yu smiled bitterly and continued to walk forward until he came to a deeper place.

The oil surface, which is as calm as water, reflects the faint light of the sky, shining with a gray luster.

Qi Yu squatted down, using his eyes and hands together, and the filaments opened the way, rubbing a large piece of armor-like fossils the size of a round table all the way down, seemingly extending deeper into the oil lake.

Call!

Qi Yu exhaled heavily and rubbed his face.

The continuous battles and mutations made him a little sleepy, but at this time, how could he stop?

"Is that okay?"

Qi Yu asked, and the sense of thought quickly crossed the world of thought.

And the response was presented in reality, something like a breathing pump, like a gas mask, covering Qi Yu's face, and where he breathed through his mouth and nose, a transparent fine tube extended all the way to the sky.

It's kind of like a diving mask, except that the breathing tube rushes straight to the surface of the lake.

Qi Yu touched some of the things on his face, and the places that would penetrate his head and face were covered, and after groping carefully, there was no problem, and he walked straight down.

Not visible at all.

Qi Yu's breathing, with the help of the small fan of the upward snorkel, easily breathed.

The pipes emitted sound waves along with Qi Yu's breathing, projecting a fairly clear "scene" in Qi Yu's thinking space.

It's just that the oil pool is too viscous, and the scene is not very stable and not very far away.

But enough is enough.

The scene is full of sturdy scenes around, tube-like.

Those are the hapless seven-cheeked drowning eels, right?

The brilliance of several times in a row made these minions at the center of the storm completely stunned.

Qi Yu couldn't control them.

Because there is treasure ahead.

A treasure that Qi Yu didn't want.

As a mystery, the truth of those treasures is too cruel.

Finally, a larger image appeared in Qi Yu's space of thought.

Qi Yu slowly walked to the distance of less than a few steps from the large knot, and the knot statue slowly changed from its original form to a wall.

Qi Yu did not rush to uncover the mystery, but launched a wave of vibration waves upward.

There were dozens of steps deep, and the heavy pressure was carefully and laboriously woven into a skeletal structure by Nirvana, which was guided to the bottom of the lake.

And the thin tube, which is still extending upwards, does not seem to have reached its limit.

"You don't have to go any further, Qi."

Nirvana's thoughts came over, and I don't know why, Qi Yu felt that this guy was even more human now.

"Hmm." Qi Yu didn't care if anyone was looking at it, and nodded at the bottom of the oil lake.

The heavy head does not seem to affect the filamentous trachea for ventilation.

What kind of miracles those filaments can do, Qi Yu knows.

As light and tough as carbon nanotubes, this is Qi Yu's imagination for the time being, and it is not wrong.

The slender pipes stretch dozens of steps above the lake, but they are not laborious.

It's just that such a material, for such a scenario, seems to be a little too much.

Qi Yu didn't care, or he couldn't be disturbed by anything else in the face of greater surprise.

It is a pattern of patches of sandstone.

Qi Yu had already walked to the side of the wall and touched his hand.

It feels familiar.

Rough and rounded, the two senses merge into one.

The familiar arc, Qi Yu slowly walked a little distance around this wall, which was obviously circular.

Qi Yu jumped lightly in the oil lake, jumping hard, and falling hard.

But it did not prevent Qi Yu from feeling the cone-shaped structure with his hands.

Huge conical structures? Qi Yu couldn't help but feel familiar comparisons in the world.

The Tower.

The Tower of Messengers that transmits tools and information anytime, anywhere.

Appears at the bottom of this lake.

Qi Yu took a deep breath, as if he wanted to give himself a boost, but the pressure made his lungs a little suffocated.

Despite the partial structure of the black rhombus to disperse the pressure, he still could not breathe deeply, and could only gasp as much as possible.

"One last time, prepare."

Qi Yu kicked his feet, his body slowly floated up under the heavy oil, and when he fell, he was already on the way back.

If repeated a few times, Qi Yu had already distanced himself somewhat.

For the last time, Qi Yu trembled all over, and the silver-white electric snake that burst into flames on his waist was tightly restrained in the black rhombic armor structure this time, and under the adjustment of part of the structure that was transformed by filaments in Qi Yu's body, it turned into huge ripples and spread.

Outside, a huge bubble seemed to bulge on the oil surface directly above Qi Yu.

Below, strong ripples stretched towards Qi Yuqian and below.

Qi Yu accepted the last scene, but he didn't bother to look closely, let Nirvana put it away, and hurriedly floated up.

Below him, fine bubbles were rising one by one, as if boiling a pot.

Qi Yu returned to his heart like an arrow, and unconsciously, more filaments stretched out, becoming fin-like things, helping Qi Yu return at a faster speed.

Call!

Boom la la la!!

A large piece of black oil rushed out of the oil with a black shadow, and fell back to the ground again, which was the place where Qi Yu had just begun to touch the huge armor.

Rumble!

Qi Yu's figure just jumped out, and the entire oil lake was blown apart!

Large clumps of oil foam were sprayed out, turning into more oil mist and falling down.

Not only did Qi Yu look back, the huge black tower flashed, but the side of the tower was slightly tilted towards him.

Then countless oil foams and waves of oil slammed back into the lake, covering the black tower again.

Qi Yu withdrew his gaze tiredly, and looked back at the people and things lying there not far away who were not awake.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Qi Yu lay down heavily on his back, letting the shallow oil stains soak under him.

There is no starry sky, no fog, only darkness.

It's just that Qi Yu is very calm in his heart, after all, he is in the body of the bully at this moment.

The Black Tower and many more towers that glimpsed in the sky are its relics.

No matter how many years go back or how many years go on.

In short, Qi Yu and a certain legend reunited.