Chu Zihang didn't do anything, he didn't stop the black Maybach from sailing onto the viaduct. The Maybach approached at a breakneck speed, and the water droplets splashed on the wheels flew in the air, reflecting the discolored figure of Chu Zihang. So amid the singing and the sound of the Maybach engine coming from the carriage, the black sedan drove in front of Chu Zihang.

Then the next second, as if time had stopped, all the sounds were gone. The rain falling in the sky floated in mid-air, reflecting countless shadows of Chu Zihang and Maybach.

As if he had forgotten to breathe, Chu Zihang could see through the car window the chattering inside the car, like a somewhat decadent-looking driver who was about to show his son a pirated CD. And in the back seat, the boy with an indifferent face, like an impatient driver who is chattering.

It is as if they are arguing over trivial matters, unaware that they have detached themselves from the real world and are about to enter the realm of the so-called "gods."

The flow of time returned to normal, and the sudden sound of rain and thunder exploded people's ears. The hunters hiding at the bottom of the bridge seemed to smell some kind of blood, like wolves chasing the very fast Maybach away.

The raindrops continued to fall, and the water droplets splashed on the Maybach wheels hit Chu Zihang's body and flowed down the red outer armor. The water flowed together in the pond on the ground, reflecting Chu Zihang's face armor that kept droplets of water falling down.

No matter how much you want to undo something, but what has happened has already happened, changing what has happened in such a dream will make you regret it even more after waking up.

Then, he turned around and said, "I'm awake all the time, and I can put away your hammer." ”

The white fog came over, the viaducts, the thunder and rain, and the distant Maybach, everything was gone. Fingal stood behind him, holding a silver sledgehammer, as if he was about to wake him up.

"It's good to be sober." Fingal put away his sledgehammer with some regret and looked at the ghost-toothed viper that was still surrounding them.

With a wave of the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Chu Zihang's hand, the rising flames appeared around them against common sense, like the surrounding submarine magma, evaporating the seawater, so that the ghost-toothed dragon viper who was eyeing outside did not dare to come in. They may feel like they've been in the illusion, but in the real world it's only a few seconds.

And in the intervening seconds, neither the Devil-toothed Dragon Viper, which looked extremely hungry, nor the white Emperor, who was still hovering above the tower, launched any other attacks.

"I'm confident in my abilities......," Caesar said quietly.

If you look closely, the runes that have been surrounding him seem to be a little darker, and so is Fingal's. The runes engraved on their external spiritual bases, in addition to allowing them to walk freely on the bottom of the sea below 10,000 meters, also gave them a certain degree of resistance to spiritual abilities, which is also the reason why they were able to react quickly in the illusion and maintain themselves.

As for Chu Zihang, he has a special inherent skill, which is immune to most spiritual attacks, even if he falls into the illusion because of the mental strength between the two, he can always stay awake. He raised his head and looked at the white emperor on the top of the tower. Her bright golden eyes have a picture like a mandala flower, which is the dream tapir of the spirit of words.

It was this spirit of speech that caused them all to fall into the dream, and the spirit used by the dragon king himself was naturally no match for the human beings who were fire thieves, and they fell into the dream they were most unwilling to face before without even noticing the spirit of speech.

The bell that had been ringing in her ears had disappeared at some point, and the Dragon Emperor who was high above raised his head high, looking in the northwest direction into an eerie silence, and did not pay much attention to the three people who broke free from her words.

It's just that Chu Zihang didn't have time to hesitate, Chu Zihang's whole body burned with red light, and the firelight penetrated the seawater, illuminating the surrounding seawater like magma. The huge Fang Tian Painting Halberd tore through the sea water in front of him, and he was like a red swordfish in the sea, passing through the tower, and slamming into the white emperor high above him with a red light.

On the other side, the crimson greatsword also burned with red light, and Caesar also turned into a red white light, flying towards the Dragon Emperor from the other direction like a meteor. Fingal erected the long barrel of the cannon, and the magic fluctuations that emitted a dangerous glow converged at the muzzle.

It seemed like he was half a beat slower, or he didn't pay attention to the people in front of him at all, and the Dragon Emperor didn't seem to see their movements. Then, Chu Zihang, who was at the forefront, crashed into her noble-looking body with a fire like magma.

But in the next second, he was bounced back at a faster speed than when he went! He quickly adjusted his position in the middle of the sea, inserting the Fang Tian Painting Halberd into the metal floor of Takamagahara to slow down, and finally, he stopped at the edge of Takamagahara and the magma before falling into the magma.

Looking back at the magma exuding an astonishing temperature, Chu Zihang couldn't help but let out a long breath. Although the external spirit base probably has the ability to withstand high temperatures, the temperature may be close to 1,000 degrees of magma, and probably no one wants to go down and try it. However, the sea water in the entire Takamagahara has reached several hundred degrees, and the comparison between the two seems to be the same.

In the moment he was stunned, another red light was bounced out, it was Caesar. He flew like a meteor and flew out like a meteor, smashing into a spiky complex. However, judging by the way he rushed back immediately after falling, it was not a big deal.

"Get out of the way!" Fingal shouted, raising his hands to aim the destruction cannon at the top of the tower.

The silver armor at the shoulder blades of his back deformed and extended, forming a pair of support frames that looked like wings and hind feet of some kind of insect, propped up on the metal floor of Takamagahara. The target is the noble white dragon emperor on the top of the tower, and a huge magical light shoots out from the muzzle of the cannon, evaporating the sea water in front of it, and pulling out a long straight line under this water for ten thousand meters, the target is the white dragon emperor on the top of the tower.

As if he understood that this group of small "untouchables" was rebelling against him, he kept looking to the northwest, and the white emperor, who didn't know what he was looking at, looked down as if he had noticed them. Like a petal, the picture that will fall into a dream at a glance is still spinning slightly in her eyes, beautiful, making people know the danger, and can't help but want to take another look.

However, this spirit of words and spirits against Chu Zihang, who was basically immune, had no way to achieve the same effect as just now, and the light tore apart the "Milky Way" surrounding Gao Tianyuan, and I don't know how many ghost-toothed dragon vipers were evaporated in the magic screams, and then took their ashes and hit the beautiful and abnormal figure fiercely.

The 10,000-meter seabed was lively again, and the entire Takamagahara, couldn't stop shaking. The magma that guards Takamagahara's shield seems to be stimulated, emitting a huge amount of bubbles and high temperatures. A thunderous sound exploded in my ears, and the sea roared and boiled.

The temperature may have exceeded 500 degrees, and it continues to rise, and it seems that the sea water will reach the same temperature as the magma face, enough to kill most of the creatures in this world. Perhaps even high-ranking pure-blooded dragons were not willing to stay in this place for a long time.

Intense light burst out from the tower in the center of Takamagahara, illuminating a dark red seabed. Countless ghost-toothed dragon vipers are fleeing, and the abilities of these little things that are used to showing off their power at the bottom of the sea are amazingly weak, and the Sumerians in ancient times can simply concoct them, and in the face of such indiscriminate magical strikes, even if there are more of them, it is useless.

It's just that Fingal's smug blow doesn't seem to have the desired effect.

The magical light that brought destruction to countless ghost-toothed dragon vipers stopped in front of the White Emperor, and a small ice cube that seemed to be able to be pierced with a slight poke was tightly attached to the White Emperor's beautiful scales.

The light dissipated, and the white emperor swirled his beautiful golden eyes with a look of contempt, as if to mock the untouchables.

"Tsk! It's this again! Fingal was extremely unhappy and lifted the magic cannon in his hand.

He ignored the white emperor who looked at him with contempt, and the armor on his arms morphed into two giant Gatling guns, sweeping away the scattered ghost-toothed dragon vipers with precision. As for the White Emperor's side......

A rising bubble was torn apart, and a long scythe protruded from the place where the bubble was hidden, and its incomparably sharp tip pierced into the barrier in front of the White Emperor.

It was like the sound of glass breaking constantly sounded above this high heavenly plain, and the white emperor, who found that there were two untouchables who had disappeared unconsciously, lowered his head slightly, as if looking at Chu Zihang who broke her barrier with a little attention.

"What are you looking around?" Knowing that the sound would probably not be heard in this sea, Caesar still shouted.

He rushed out from another angle, and the crimson sword ignited a flame that no matter how much sea water could extinguish, it slammed into the white emperor's body again like a meteor. This time he wasn't bounced off, and the crimson sword got his wish and pierced her beautiful scales.

Fingal's frontal bombardment attracted her attention, then Chu Zihang broke the annoying shield, and finally Caesar completed the meteor's blow...... This was the countermeasure they had come up with in a short period of time, and when Fingal raised the magic cannon, everyone understood their position. Now it seems that this strategy has been very successful.

I don't know where the White Emperor's key point is, that bright head is protected by a harder keel, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something that can be broken casually in a hurry. Therefore, Caesar's chosen target is the junction between her neck and body, that is, the position of the cervical vertebrae.

A shattered cervical vertebrae may not be a fatal wound for a dragon, but the flames attached to the Primordial Flame of the Great Sword can scorch her nerves and bones, creating more opportunities for her own side before it heals itself after removing these distractions.

However, Caesar frowned, although the flames were raging in the white emperor's body as he thought, but the feeling of the crimson greatsword piercing did not look like it had pierced into flesh and bones.

As if enraged, the graceful flower in his eyes disappeared, and red like blood gradually crept into the beautiful eyes of the white emperor. She looked up to the sky and roared loudly, and the furious elements gathered around her would lie on her, and Caesar, like a mosquito, would bounce out again.

There was a faint voice from the primeval world in her roar, a magnificent sound that resounded throughout the seabed, stirring the sea and the elements. Then, countless stout electric snakes nearly 100 meters long suddenly appeared at the bottom of the sea, swimming like sea snakes between the houses made of Takamagahara's metal.

The magma adjacent to Takamagaha swelled, and a huge fire dragon drilled out the burning magma, evaporating the surrounding seawater, and the fiery body with no end in sight swirled around the entire Takamagahara. Like a candle dragon that destroys the world, it roasts the metal house red.

This was not over, the nine-headed ancient beast raised its head in the seawater, and a total of eighteen golden eyes stared at the three people who broke into the high heavenly plain under the ice crystals.

Facing the pressure from three sides, Fingal couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air: "Hiss...... Is this the pressure that the predecessors faced before? ”

Caesar landed beside him, looked around, and made eye contact with the dragon, the hydra, and the thunder snake one by one, and then clenched the hilt of his sword, and said faintly, "Sure enough, as they said, it was like facing multiple dragon kings." ”

Chu Zihang fell gently, facing the Yanlong who opened his huge mouth and roared silently at them. Without a trace, he glanced at the Suzhan Woozun that had fallen on the edge of the magma, as if it had been forgotten, and silently raised the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand and put on a posture to meet the battle.

Then, almost at the same time, the three of them looked up at the fluorescent pirate ship with black sails printed with a lion's head, rapidly approaching this way.

"Boys, we're here to save you!" Menek's voice sounded excited through the endless waters, and the next second, they knew why he was so excited.

Endless points of light fell from above, hitting Takamagaha like a meteor shower. Not the usual biological ...... Or rather, the behemoths that don't even know how much they count are bathed in this meteor shower and then explode. Firelight, electric light, and ice chips flew everywhere at the bottom of the sea, and the primeval giant beasts who were still showing off their might just now roared in pain.

Conventional weapons can't hurt these primeval beasts that are kept in captivity in the depths of the dragon spirit and probably only exist in legends, but it is a pity that there is no regular existence for people who can move freely at the bottom of the sea for 10,000 meters.