The ancient castle recorded in myths and legends by the Eight Clans of the Snake Qi Dynasty was a royal castle belonging to the dragon civilization in ancient times, and the bronze pillars that reached the sky stood in the center of Takamagahara like a tower, spreading outward the layout of the city.

Huge enough to be a miracle, the entire city is littered with traces of alchemy, and the ancient city called Takamagahara is a technology that humans cannot imagine or control.

Later generations fantasized about the city called Takamagahara as the kingdom of the gods, saying that there were eight million gods living in it, and that behind the gate of the torii gate was the area where the gods lived.

The sacred burial place Gao Tianyuan that Yan Xun saw before was originally a buried ruin sunk in the abyss under the sea, but what appeared in front of him at this moment was a magnificent divine city, where traces of dragons could be seen everywhere, and the language used by dragons was depicted on the relief imprints.

Yan Xun couldn't help but be stunned, this change made him a little unable to react immediately, one moment he was still surrounded by people cheering in the Sumeru Seat, detonating the nuclear bomb and shattering the holy remains and embryos in the divine burial place, the next moment he fell into a deep sleep, and came to this high heaven in a dream.

"And is it really a dream?"

The fingertips slid lightly across the blade, feeling the stinging pain coming from the fingertips, and the red blood coming out of the scars, Yan Xun was a little unsure whether this was a dream or reality.

"After all, the process seems too easy and simple, if the holy relics are really so easy to destroy, then I believe that the former half-bloods will have to wake up laughing in their dreams."

Compared to himself and the others who really used nuclear bombs to blow up the holy relics, Yan Xun was more inclined to believe that this was a counterattack by the holy relics in order to protect themselves, and the real holy relics must not have died out.

Yan Xun shook his hand and walked in this magnificent ancient city, the ancient city in his eyes looked mottled and messy, and there were walls made of alloy on both sides of the road with ancient charm under his feet, Yan Xun stared at the wall carefully, and found that it was a bit like a huge boiler on the Sumeru seat.

As Yan Xun continued to move towards the huge bronze pillar in the center of Gao Tianyuan, the scene in front of him also became messy, looking like Gao Tianyuan for a while, looking like Sumeru for a while, it was like the Earth OL This broken game loaded the wrong map model, the illusion and the real scene alternated in front of Yan Xun's eyes, making it difficult to distinguish what is real and what is illusion.

Even Yan Xun could faintly hear a sound coming from a distance, what he heard in his left ear was like a roar from Deadpool, there was a half-human, half-snake Deadpool swimming on the ground, snake scales rubbing against the road of the ancient city to make a viscous sound; In the right ear, the shouts of people celebrating each other were heard, clapping their hands vigorously and dancing with joy.

Over time, even the senses are confused.

Yan Xun's eyes saw the sound of people celebrating, his nose smelled the surrounding scene, the taste buds of his tongue could taste the touch of stepping on the earth, and his skin seemed to breathe the slightly salty smell of the sea breeze blowing and rolling the sea!

Everything seems to be spinning in the world, illusion and reality are constantly alternating, and the senses are so disordered that Yan Xun can't maintain himself, and under this sensory confusion, Yan Xun is so painful that he stands still, and even his consciousness seems to be dissolving, and his spirit is turned into a liquid flowing out.

Yan Xun's eyes tasted the taste of his own spirit, a little sweet, and a little exciting, like a coke with air, and then flowed out of his eyes, as if tears, but it was his soul that kept passing!

Deadpool's roar resounded around nowhere, the sound of sharp claws piercing into his body, piercing through flesh and breaking bones, and the roar of cannon fire, the ground was also shaking slightly, and people were already caught in the battle in places that Yan Xun didn't know.

Yan Xun didn't know whether these fights took place in "High Heaven" or "Sumeru", or whether it was the half-human, half-snake Deadpool hunting targets or the members of Sumeru Seat fighting each other under the influence of insanity, he stumbled towards the tower.

Even a newborn emperor like Yan Xun was so embarrassed, and the others should be even more miserable when they thought about it. Yan Xun already felt that he couldn't even distinguish between front and back, left and right, and up and down, and when he stepped on the ground, he felt as if he was flying, and it was like "falling" straight towards the sky!

The fingertips slashed over the edge again, and there was no stinging sensation at the moment, and what Yan Xun felt was that his fingertips tasted the sweetness of honey, and the "taste" was a bit like Japanese sweets in soft Japanese sweets.

After feeling this, Yan Xun took a deep breath of sore muscles, and the invisible [Shadow Moon] appeared behind him, and the spiritual elements filled the Shadow Moon's spiritual realm, enveloping himself in it.

Shadow Moon cut off all his senses, leaving only a touch that was reduced to an extremely faint sense, and Yan Xun chose to give his body to instinct.

Raise his legs, take a step, and the ground instantly shattered into a crack like a spider web leaf vein under the step, and Yan Xun's body also flew out like an arrow from the string under the explosion of this power!

No matter what happened along the way, Yan Xun smashed it headlong, and Yan Xun didn't have the time to tell whether it was the wall of the ancient city of Takamagahara that was smashed by himself or the boiler standing on the Sumeru seat.

Now in this case, only the members of the Sumeru seat will be knocked away by Yan Xun, and only the surrounding buildings will be smashed by Yan Xun, and the things that Yan Xun can't hit are very simple, there are only three people on the entire Sumeru seat who will not be knocked away by Yan Xun, guess who it hits?

This method is simple and crude but very direct, extremely effective, Yan Xun's faint touch felt a slight smell of smoke, like a mellow cigar, Yan Xun subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other party, and at the same time felt a palm on his shoulder.

The astonishing weight fell on Yan Xun's body, making Yan Xun's knees bend, but Yan Xun suddenly opened his eyes, the pupils were the dark gold of the majesty, and the head smashed on the other party's chin, and then a circle of invisible ripples spread out from Yan Xun's body, and the spiritual element replaced the world composed of earth, water, fire and wind at this moment!

Combined with the achievement of [Elemental Displacement +3] in Alchemy, Yan Xun's spirit of words has been greatly increased, and as the realm of the Shadow Moon spreads, the two people who are close at hand have captured the moment of reality alternating with illusion for a short time.

"Yanjun?!"

"I'm super, tortoise!!"

The moment of reality that flashed quickly made the two people who were close to see each other clearly, Yuan Zhisheng's chin was red, and Yan Xun's head was the same, obviously it was smashed very hard. However, Yan Xuntou Tie, Yuan Zhisheng only almost bit his tongue, and it was no big deal.

After Yuan Zhisheng met Yan Xun, he hurriedly spoke: "We have fallen into the spiritual realm of the holy remains, hurry up and send a signal to float, and let Sumeru pull us back!" ”

Yan Xun was stunned: "Haven't we already floated?" ”

Yuan Zhisheng was also stunned when he heard this: "My senses are still stuck in the submersible...... I fell under the spiritual influence of the relics, and the immature girl pulled me into a dream. ”

"But after that dream was over, I came here, this is Takamagahara? Or Sumeru? Or inside the submersible? ”

Yuan Zhisheng's statement made Yan Xun fall into deep thought: "Each of us has different sensory retention, in my feelings, we have already placed the nuclear bomb, and the nuclear bomb was detonated before being pulled here. But in your senses it is only at the stage where you have just fallen into the control of the relics......"

As soon as Yan Xun said this, Yuan Zhisheng's expression also became serious: "We must find other people as soon as possible and determine each other's sensory coordinates, if even the chronological senses are confused, we will be trapped in our chaotic sensory world forever." ”

This severity is not trivial, the current realm may only cover the seat of Sumeru, and if it becomes more and more chaotic here as time goes by, and even affects the members of the three groups of wind and forest fire in the outer periphery, they will start a war in this sea.

Although Yan Xun and Yuan Zhisheng were still shrouded in illusions, unable to distinguish what was true and what was false, they could feel each other's existence, and the two continued to use this "stupid method" to rampage on the road, heading towards the bronze pillar like a high tower in the center of Takamagahara.

In ancient times, Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi of the Eight Families of Snake Qi joined forces, and the final result was to strip Takamagaha from the land and sink into the abyss along with the holy remains, how similar is it to this moment?

Yan Xun hung behind him the phantom of a round of the moon, and continued to advance in the high heavenly plains with the contemporary Amaterasu, just to kill the holy remains.

Amaterasu and the Emperor of the Eight Families of Snake Qi are like chariots trampling the earth, ravaging everything they pass, Takamagahara, who is constantly destroyed under their march, and who turns their heads, is constantly repairing itself like memory metal, but they can remember the path they have walked, and nothing can stop them, and they are forced to step out of a passage.

Even the holy relics that had constructed this spiritual realm didn't expect these two guys to be so iron together, and as they got closer to the tower in the center of Takamagahara, the illusion began to look messy, highlighting the real scene even more.

"Headmaster!"

Yan Xun found that the flow of time around him had slowed down, and he immediately felt that this was Ange releasing the signal of his existence, pulling Yuan Zhisheng to turn his feet and enter the realm of time confusion.

In this field, a coquettish handsome old man stood quietly in place, smiling as Yan Xun rushed here with Yuan Zhisheng.

"As a legacy of the White King, this kind of thing is really not so easy to deal with it."

Yan Xun and Yuan Zhisheng listened to Ange's words, and Ange's sensory coordinates were limited to recovering the submersible where Yan Xun and the others were, and then the deep-water robot below was working to detect the situation in the god's burial place.

The detonation of the nuclear bomb will inevitably destroy something, according to the original plan, if the field where the relics are used for self-protection is still there, then the deep-water robot will approach the coordinates, and the internal circuits will automatically burn out. And if the deep-water robot can function normally, it means that the holy relics have been damaged to the point where they are unable to open the realm.

The images captured by the deep-water robots were projected on the big screen, and everyone couldn't help but cheer, everyone felt that the relics had been destroyed by the explosion.

But Ange saw the screen show the full Takamagahara, with a white dragon king standing on a tower-like bronze pillar, with his wings stretched out behind him, his body slender and his wings stretched out, like a majestic cross.

The white dragon king lowered his head and watched them through the screen with his golden eyes, and then Ange noticed that the surrounding Sumeru Seat had been completely replaced by the scene of Takamagahara, and the people around him had also turned into Deadpool and corpse guards.

Before he could calm everyone down, he found that the people around him had fallen into madness, whether they looked like people or looked like Deadpool, they had lost themselves under the capture of the spiritual realm, and even Ange could only temporarily retreat.

Immediately afterwards, Ange felt the earth tremble, and after a closer look, he found that it was Yan Xun and Yuan Zhisheng who were hand in hand, like a chariot, rampage unscrupulously in this high heavenly plain, and crashed into front of him.

"This High Heaven Plain is like another world, except that it does not rely on matter, but is built on the spiritual realm, but this high spiritual world coincides with the physical coordinates where we are."

In the distorted time, Ange's voice seemed very weird, but this weirdness was at least acceptable to Yan Xun and Yuan Zhisheng, so that he and others would not use the taste buds of their tongues to "listen" to Ange's speech.

Ange opened his mouth and said: "Just like the [Space Opening] among the achievements of the Seven Kingdoms of Alchemy, this phenomenon also has another name, that is, 'Nibelungen', the holy relic, as the legacy of the White King, it also has the ability to build the Nibelungen in the face of crisis. ”

Yan Xun said in a deep voice: "Relying on this special Nibelungen to trap us here, from the real to the false, and then from the confusion of various senses and memories that make us lost in it, once we are truly lost here, then we will be reduced to an existence similar to Deadpool's corpse." ”

"The most unbelievable thing is your own confusion, even if you stun yourself before you can't tell it at all, it's okay to let yourself fall into a state of dizziness, once you are completely shrouded in confusion, it's much more dangerous than fainting."

Ang nodded: "The White King is a dragon king with spiritual authority, different from the four dragon kings, this kind of existence is too special, and we completely lack experience in this aspect." ”

"But Headmaster, looking at you, you already have a new plan?"

Ange nodded calmly: "No matter how we move towards the center of Takamagahara, we are just as far away from that tower, unreachable, that is the real core of Takamagahara, it is the place where the holy relics sleep, and the holy relics will do their best to protect themselves, so it is very difficult to face it head-on." ”

"But the last thing the White King's holy relics should do is to overlap this spiritual realm-based Nibelungen with the Sumeru Seat in terms of physical coordinates."

"In order to blow up the god's burial place, there is more than one refining sulfur bomb hoarded in the Sumeru Seat, and your Rock Flow Research Institute and the Equipment Department's thinking in this regard is unexpectedly the same, the Miyamoto family master always thinks that one nuclear bomb is not enough, and he has to hoard a few high-yield refined sulfur bombs on the Sumeru Seat in case of emergency."

"Now, it's time for these refined sulfur bombs to do their job!"