Chapter 222: Finally to the Lord's Lair (Happy Winter Solstice, Big Guys)
Chapter 222 Ends in the Lord's Lair
There was a loud bang, and the power formed by the combination of flames and storms was unimaginable, and I saw that countless energies in the center of the swept were bombarded together, blasting all the puppets beyond recognition, and completely damaged.
"Shhh
The dust cleared, and the tattered puppets appeared in front of their eyes, and none of the nine puppets were spared.
It can be seen that the strength of Versailles and Julius Caesar is almost the same, and he should be regarded as the second master of the Caesar Empire, which can be described as a real person under one person and above ten thousand.
But this also made Zhang Yang puzzled, it stands to reason that it is impossible for the emperor to accept a subordinate to surpass him in strength, after all, it is too risky to do so, and it is not a roundworm in the other party's stomach, how can he know what others are thinking?
One day, there will be a king-killing act, Julius Caesar burped, Versailles directly ascended to the throne, relying on his strong strength, who can stop it?
So this is what Zhang Yang thinks is very strange, but judging from the performance of Julius Caesar, he is not a fool, on the contrary, he is very able to grasp people's hearts, and this injury can be seen from his command and shots.
The ones he brought with him were basically waste in the Ice God's Tomb, and they didn't work at all, and Julius Caesar could do it with the binding magic just now, and he could do it better.
Needless to say, cannon fodder is needless to say, and since they have been chosen to come here, they need to be determined in this regard.
They continued to move forward, the entrance of the cave was in front of him, Zhang Yang could already feel the incomparably majestic magic, this magic with a chill, directly hit the soul of the person, as if to freeze the soul, very terrifying.
Perhaps this is the transformation that occurs after the spiritual power reaches a peak, it is not easy for the people of the Nivelle Continent to use the spiritual power to such an extent, this is the crystallization of human wisdom for millions of years.
Zhang Yang's purpose in coming here is to get the "Demon Book", because from them, Zhang Yang saw another way to use spiritual power, for him, the attack is too single now, and there are indeed a lot of martial arts recorded in the "God Emperor Sutra", but it is still very early for Zhang Yang, and he is not qualified to contact it at all in terms of his strength.
The second is cultivation, cultivation requires too much spiritual power, and Zhang Yang really can't do anything during the current heartbeat period.
And the rational use of spiritual power can reach their level, which can be regarded as a different way of attack for Zhang Yang.
Besides, magic is also curious enough for him to use magic on Earth, isn't this the sense of déjà vu of a blockbuster movie?
The group entered the cave, and Zhang Yang followed closely at any time, and when he just walked in, a cold wind with frost gently swept through everyone's bodies.
And Julius Caesar, who had been prepared for a long time, had already used magic to wrap his body, and so did the rest of the magicians, but those eighth-level warrior Praetorian Guards were not so lucky.
The moment the cold wind came, they were frozen into ice cubes and died directly.
Julius Caesar didn't even look at it, and went on, these warriors really didn't play a role in the actions of their trip, and they died when they died.
This is the decisiveness that an emperor has been cold-blooded, it is not that they regard human life as a mustard, but in this case, they should know how to make trade-offs, what kind of people can, what kind of people don't have to waste their strength.
Zhang Yang was also washed over his body by this cold wind, but fortunately, his body was strong enough, and Shen Yuan quickly wrapped his body, otherwise he would not die immediately, but it was enough for him to drink a pot.
The world inside the tunnel is full of gloom, the walls are covered with a thick layer of inky black ice crystals, which seem to have accumulated for thousands of years, and everyone walks against the wall, only next to the wall, can they be protected from most of the cold wind.
And Zhang Yang is the most painful, in order not to be discovered, he did not use a little spiritual power, all relying on his body to carry this yin wind.
"If you talk about horses, you are digging graves, and if you do this kind of thing all day long, you will suffer God's damnation. Zhang Yang said speechlessly, this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing, it was only more than a month ago since the last time he dug the ancestral grave of Master Guyi, could it be that he was born with tomb robbery?
When the time comes, he will have to consider worshipping God or something, otherwise he will really lose his life.
This tunnel was very deep, at least Zhang Yang had followed the army for a long distance, and he had discovered a phenomenon, that is, the deeper he went into it, the colder this yin wind became.
Zhang Yang was now so cold that his teeth were fighting, and when he looked ahead, he found that the fire in Julius Caesar's hand was swaying in the wind, and it seemed that it was in danger of extinguishing at any time.
Finally, a scream was heard, and the water magician at the back of the team finally couldn't resist the cold wind, and was directly frozen into an ice sculpture.
One person died again, and Julius Caesar's footsteps did not stop because of this, and now everyone's psychology was covered with a layer of frost, and they all knew that it was likely that they would become like this in the next moment.
Zhang Yang passed by the magician who was frozen into an ice sculpture, he looked at the painful expression on his face, with a rich survival light in his eyes, but this light was slowly disappearing, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a little black light on his eyes, proving that he had survived.
Zhang Yang mourned for him in his heart and continued to move forward, he knew that he was just the first unlucky guy, as long as he continued to go deeper, he would definitely not die alone.
Sure enough, a sudden yin wind killed the two magicians again, and at the same time, it also swept away the fire of life on their bodies.
The number of people in the group decreased dramatically, and slowly, almost at the deepest point, only Caesar the Great, Versailles, and three fire forbidden spell mages were left in the group.
Only fire magicians can barely survive here, but after reaching their destination, their eyebrows are still covered with a layer of frost, and it can be seen that they are also extremely reluctant.
Even the forbidden spell mage can only survive in this place, you must know that this is just the tomb left by the ice god, this is not the reincarnation of the ice god, and it has been ten thousand years.
If the Ice God hadn't fallen, how terrifying would his power be?
Zhang Yang couldn't imagine that the god of law was much more powerful than the forbidden spell mage, and there was no comparison between the two at all, just like breaking through to another level of life, and he was no longer an ordinary person.
A huge ice crystal gate appeared in front of him, and if nothing else, behind this door was the main tomb.
"It's here. Julius Caesar exhaled a hot breath and said lightly.