The huge dark black mountains with blue reflections collided with each other, pushing, moving slowly from left to right, and the loud sound of the mountains hitting was like a boiling blood drum from hell, with a resonance that could almost make people vomit blood, hitting the hearts of everyone in this little hundred. The golden barrier was erected at the right time, but the golden tempered glass, which could have been able to defend against the direct fire of the cannon, was quite reluctant in front of this invisible sound wave at this moment, cracking countless spider web-like fine and deep cracks, and only by relying on the firm will of the magician did it maintain its shape, and did not shatter into glass slag in the first place.

The black peaks collided with each other, tumbled, and shattered into scattered droplets, and the broken hills had just broken apart, and before they had fallen to the bottom of the deep valley, they turned into snow-white waves, flying lightly in the mountains, like a flock of blazing white butterflies. Such a walking hill with a width of hundreds of meters and a length of not knowing tens of thousands of meters is what Wan Jianxin and the others see at this moment, a large river flowing in the underground rock formations under the sea.

The source of that great river may be the Fuxue River, the Santu River or any other tributary of the river in the western hometown, and the end point of the great river is not known what kind of earth-shattering natural wonder it is. At this moment, this majestic river is in front of the eyes of this small team of 100 people, setting off a huge wave as high as a mountain peak, almost from the top of everyone's heads, boiling blood drums, is the military horn of these mountain peaks composed of waves, splashing waves, leaving machine gun-like bullet holes on the craggy rocks on both banks, is its military feats to show off. The majesty and heroism of this underground rush has completely become the farthest point that the hundred-man team can reach smoothly.

"What should I do?" Bai Jiu looked up at the terrifying giant wolf that was dozens of meters high, and asked Zhao Lingyun beside him with a roar, he must be like this, and his normal voice was equivalent to silence at this moment.

Silver Dust's fingertips shone again, laying down the soundproof barrier, but the soundproof barrier crowned by the gods still quickly accumulated criss-crossing cracks, and almost ten seconds later, it quietly shattered into a string of golden points of light.

At this time, Silver Dust couldn't even use the Golden Soul Mist, and the mist that had just been emitted was shattered by the huge roar like an invisible wind, and he had no choice but to immediately perform the spell casting ritual and talk about a section of the river bank turned into a Kevlar armored wall with a soundproof panel.

"Whew~ I can finally hear you clearly. Silver Dust rubbed his ears, and even though there was a wall of armor plates, the sound still shook his brain.

"- What else? Of course, I walked along the river, and when I reached a place where the water was gentle, I crossed the river. Zhao Lingyun's voice spread a little vaguely, attracting the attention of the nearest circle of people, and people who were too far away from him, such as Ghost Liming and Yang Ziyi, couldn't hear what he said.

"—But can we go to a place where the water is gentle? With such a loud sound, even if I have enough divine power to send out the body protection shield, I won't be able to resist it for a few minutes!" Bai Jiu gestured exaggeratedly, for fear that Zhao Lingyun would not understand what he meant.

Zhao Lingyun didn't answer, his gaze crossed the shoulder of the little fat man, and looked at his mentor, at this time, it had reached the point where he had to ask Yinchen for some kind of special support, the sound of this huge river was like a sonic weapon.

Yinchen ignored him, just looked up at the twenty-zhang tall giant wolf, those waves were like mountain peaks pushing against each other, from his angle, exuding a rock-like heaviness, it didn't look like a liquid. "It's strange, why is the wave so slow to move so high?" Silver Dust muttered to himself, quickly drowning in a huge roar. His gaze froze, and he raised his arm slightly, and three thick cavities emerged from the wide silver sleeve, and with his short spell, three torrents of ice-blue light erupted one after another.

"Death and Hell!" As if a howitzer fired, the muzzles of the triple guns alternately erupted cross-shaped blue flashes, emitting a thick pillar of ice blue light from the center of the cross, and the moment the three pillars of light pierced into the black crest, it exploded, directly blowing the liquid mountain standing high to pieces.

The cold light condensed into a huge ice crown, freezing the remaining half of the mountain peak, and the silver dust reached out and grabbed it, and the wind whistled from all corners of the entire space, gathering in the palm of his hand, turning into a violent and majestic wind pressure called "Dragon Capture Gong", connecting his claws with the half of the mountain peaks in the distance. The crystal peak, which had completely turned into ice blue, rose into the air accordingly and smashed towards the rugged path behind Silver Dust, but at the moment when the mountain peak was a foot higher, Silver Dust's face suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The moment he fell out of strength, more barrels conjured out of his sleeve, and a whole piece of purple light flashed rapidly, and endless purple projectiles swept over the crystal peak like a rainstorm, cutting it off at the waist, and the lower part of the mountain peak completely shattered into countless splashes of ice slag, and the upper part was still sucked steadily by the wind pressure in his claws, like a very heavy and expensive ancient artifact, slowly slashing an arc above his head, and landed in the open space behind the crowd.

Silver Dust fell, but was hugged by Wan Jianxin.

"What's wrong?" Wan Jianxin's voice was full of nervousness, he hugged Silver Dust tightly, and some mist-like light slowly oozed from his dark pupils, and those rays seemed to be refracted by broken glass repeatedly, colorful and blurry.

"It's okay, it's just that you lift something beyond your limits in the air, and you will end up doing the same. Yinchen fell into Wan Jian's heart and shook his hand weakly: "Call a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect to take a look, the water is very strange." ”

"Come on, is it called telekinesis when it's so far away? Do you know that kind of magic skill can affect things at most a zhang away!" Wan Jianxin's forehead was bruised, compared to Yinchen, he was simply inferior to the most stupid disciple in the Iron Sword Sect, and he could be physically and mentally unharmed with him, but it hurt his IQ very much.

A few disciples of the Iron Sword Sect ran over to look at the piece of ice that looked like half the size of a water tank, but it was very troublesome to really lift it up and move it in front of the true king, a few people quickly made a stretcher with some thick wooden sticks and an iron plate, and the two of them pushed and pushed the piece of blue crystal and pushed and rolled and lifted it onto the improvised stretcher, and then shouted the number and lifted it over a short distance of ten meters, and when the unit price was put down, those poor disciples of the Iron Sword Sect all fell down like silver dust, lying on the ground sweating and panting like rain。

"This thing is so heavy?" Bai Hell walked over curiously, reaching out and grabbing the two depressions that had somehow formed and were about to lift them up, but after running the magic skill for a long time, the ice just didn't move.

At this moment, everyone's faces changed, the water in this river is so heavy, is this water or mud or flowing stones?

Silver Dust rested for a moment, and as he breathed his breath, he walked over and transformed the stretcher into an iron tong with many sticks tied to it, melting the ice in the bucket. The blue crystal turned into a bucket full of black water, and the overflowing black water hung down the edge of the iron bucket like glue, and it looked like a black cloth around the edge of the bucket.

Silver Dust first released a holiness spell into the bucket, and when it didn't react, he knew that this "water" was non-poisonous. Then he motioned for Wan Kenshin or Bai Prison to reach out and touch the water in the bucket.

"What is this?water?oil?" Wan Jianxin reached out and tore off a piece of "water cloth" on the side of the barrel, pinching it repeatedly in the palm of his hand, those black liquids were almost like an industrial gelatin, viscous, warm, cold, and very heavy.

Yinchen looked at the high bulging green tendons on Wan Jianxin's arm, and knew that the weight of this liquid was extraordinary, he looked around at the people who came up, and finally said to Baiji, "You first insert a finger into the water, and then bend your finger to see if you can pull it up." If that doesn't work, straighten your fingers and try it once. ”

He did so, and his face changed. Although he managed to stick a finger into the water and play with it to pull it out, the force he exerted was almost as strong as a punch to someone else.

"See. This strange black water is almost like quicksand or even swamps, and even if the current is gentle, it is impossible to swim through it, because none of us have the strength to swim in the water. What's more, this kind of water is not water in the physical sense at all, although it is heavy, it does not have any buoyancy at all, otherwise there cannot be nothing on the surface of the water. Silver Dust said, picking up a stone from the ground, transforming into a plastic ball filled with gas, throwing it into a bucket, and the plastic ball sank to the bottom with a thud.

"Understood, right?" Yinchen looked at the people around him, everyone's faces turned a little pale. "It must be the light. Silver Dust comforted himself.

"Then we can only go along the river?" Zhao Lingyun still cared about the problem of hurrying, and he didn't blame him, although he had gained a lot of cheats, but there were still three tasks hanging over his head, and he was a prince but he didn't dare to disobey the emperor's intentions.

"Nope. Silver Dust raised his hand and pointed to a lone mountain peak diagonally above him and said, "I think there used to be a bridge there." ”

The crowd looked where he was pointing, and saw only a black mountain fixed to the shore. The lonely, slender and vigorous peak, which was no more than thirty meters away, was shaped like a sharp horn growing from the ground, more than twenty-two feet high, and almost poked into the top of the vast space washed out by the underground river. If you look closely, you will find that the side of the lonely peak, which is like a sharp horn, has been carved out of dense stairs, as if it has been carved ivory or rhinoceros horn, and those steps lead from the base of the solitary peak to the top, and at the top of the peak, there seem to be a few broken chains hanging down.

Seeing the stone steps and chains, everyone understood that it was a chain suspension bridge like a suspended plank road, because there was an identical mountain peak echoing from the river surface of the 100-meter-wide mountain peak.

"How was this bridge built?" Prison looked at the mountain peak, which was obviously made of artificiality, and looked at the rusty chains at the top, and couldn't help but sigh, "Even if someone builds such a mountain on one side and throws the chains to the other side, no one will be able to pass along the chains?

"Maybe they started from both sides at the same time. Yinchen tried to explain, but also thought of more inexplicable mysteries, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt, so he simply waved his hand and said, "Ah, Ah, we don't have to worry so much now, as long as we can repair the bridge, we can get through." ”

After he finished speaking, he walked straight to the lonely peak, no one followed, no one stopped, and no one made a sound, because at this moment, everyone knew that everything that followed was only possible for Yinchen alone.

He didn't climb the Lone Peak for the first time, but walked to the side, far from the foundation of the Lone Peak, and started the magic ritual.

After ten seconds of non-stop incantation, there was a faint shaking of the ground, and a rough and wild black shadow with a cold reflection of steel rose from the ground, spun its propellers, and roared into the air. Nearly crashed headfirst into the dome, a helicopter that could only have appeared in the ancient Canonikor civilization.

The helicopter flew to the top of the lone peak, automatically opened five mechanical arms and began to work, punching holes, installing bolts, pouring cement, fixing the outer layer, and then fastening ten thick chains, and then dragging the chains to fly to the opposite bank, repeating this set of actions smoothly, and then disintegrating on the opposite peak.

A thick layer of steel plates along the bottom of the four chain side by side, like waves, all the places passed into a solid bridge deck, intelligent steel plate under the stretch of many grappling hooks, the steel plate firmly fixed on the chain, almost in less than two minutes to quickly build a suspended pontoon. Without looking back, Silver Dust stepped up the stone steps on the back of the lonely peak, one by one, and his back appeared under the rapidly completed chain bridge, revealing a religious and unfathomable brilliance.

Technology that is too advanced is equivalent to theology for civilization itself.

Although they have seen it once, the righteous people below the lonely peak still let out one exclamation after another, the people of agricultural civilization will never understand the horror of machines and industry, and will never understand what is an efficient world, whether it is the efficiency of building miracles or the efficiency of killing people.

After a few poor interjections popped out of his mouth, Wan Jianxin shook off his long black hair very handsomely, and was the first to chase Yinchen to climb the lonely peak, the prison next to him hesitated for a second, knocked on his bald head, and also went to chase Wan Jianxin, and then there was the ghost Li Ming who was bent on protecting Yinchen, and He Lao, who looked at Yinchen differently, and then, it was the others who were ordered by Zhao Lingyun.

Although the suspension bridge looks extremely tall, when you actually walk up, you will find that it is not as simple as it seems. High in the sky, the wind howls, the suspension bridge sways at more than 30 degrees almost all the time, and even the two peaks that serve as the approach bridge themselves are shaking. The four iron chains of the suspension bridge carried the steel plates, and the remaining six became the guardrails on the left and right sides, the first one for Silver Dust, the second for Wan Jianxin, and the third for worship, the three people grabbed the chains with both hands, and their feet pedaled the rickety steel plates, and walked towards the opposite bank with difficulty, and the hundred-meter-long iron suspension bridge was blown by the strong wind, and it was bumped into a residual leaf in the wind at fifty meters.

"Damn! I can't get through this at all! It's better to walk along the river!" Yinchen's muscles were tense to the point of soreness, but he could no longer move himself, and at this time, he knew that this so-called Heavenly Rope Bridge was not in disrepair and broken, but that it had never been really completed from the beginning.

The lone peaks standing on both sides are actually all of this suspension bridge that can only exist on the blueprint manuscript paper.

Thousands of years ago, this road was not completed at all, not because of lack of funds, but completely beyond the technical limit, the water in this river, like the mountain peaks that are constantly pushing, is unstoppable, and the wind above the river is the real, natural "steel wind"! The wind pressure is like a flat steel block, the thrust of the air flow is almost more than 100 meters per second, and the silver dust stops at the most bumpy section of the rope bridge, unable to advance, unable to retreat, unable to fly, unable to give up, and even teleportation is impossible.

He felt like he would hang there for the rest of his life, either his arm being torn off and falling off the bridge deck, or he would hold on to it until his arm was torn off.