"How many dragons are there on the ninth layer?"

"Countless years ago, a war broke out between the ancestral dragon and his son Hyperion, and Hyper led his descendants, the Hyperion clan, to wage an all-out war against the ancestral dragon. ”

"Can a son beat Lao Tzu?"

"So the Hyperion was defeated, and the Hyperion was destroyed by the ancestral dragon, and most of the descendants were exiled. ”

"Zulong singled out all his descendants, how many of his descendants did he have?"

"At that time, the Hyperion clan was the largest race in Hell except for the subordinates of the Seven Great Demon Kings, numbering hundreds of millions. ”

"The ancestral dragon has defeated all of these descendants?"

"In fact, you don't need to defeat them all, just defeat his son, Hyperion inherited most of the power and bloodline of the ancestral dragon, but after all, it is still the bloodline heir of the ancestral dragon, the ancestral dragon completely suppressed the Hyperion in the bloodline, and the other descendants are too poor in strength with the ancestral dragon, and they are not qualified to intervene in this war at all, although there are a few powerful grandchildren who are reluctant to participate, but the result still cannot be changed, the ancestral dragon won, the Hyperion clan was completely banished, and the Hyperion clan on the ninth floor of the Trial Tower is part of it. ”

"Are there no descendants of the Hyperion in Hell now?"

"Most of the dragons who form a group in hell today are the descendants of Ulalong Ularon, another child of the ancestral dragon, also known as the Uralong, there are very few pure-blooded Hyperrons, but the war between Hyperion and Ancestral Dragons has nothing to do with Uralong, Uralong has no grievances and conflicts against Hyperron, so after the war, Uralong, as the protector of those remnants of the Hyperion Clan, protected them, kept them from being exiled, and let them unite with their descendants, so it doesn't matter whether the Hyperion is still the Uralong, and the Ancestral Dragon did not pursue those surviving Hyperion for that warAfter all, the Hyperion is also his descendant. ”

"Why do fathers and sons kill each other?" Chen Cao asked curiously.

There may be no shortage of father-son fights in hell, but there is a reason for this.

"It's very simple, strength, power, bloodline, as long as the ancestral dragon exists, Hyperion will never become the ruler of the dragon clan, ambition defeats reason, and strength can't catch up with ambition. Xiao Shuai said indifferently: "Even if Hyperion is the most powerful son of Zulong, but the son cannot defeat his father after all, and Hyperion's defeat is also expected. ”

"Is the so-called exile being locked up in this Tower of Trials?"

"No, there are more than nine floors of the Trial Tower, each layer is a small world, the Hyperion Clan is not small in the world of the ninth layer, they have some resources, and they can also move freely, and the real banishment is far more cruel than this, they are expelled into the abyss or the void, or trapped in chaos, they are bound and tortured by twisted forces, the ninth layer of the Trial Tower is like heaven to them, except for being bound by the rules I have made, they have no more constraints. ”

"In other words, no matter how much I kill, no one will trouble me?"

"As long as you have that ability, you can hunt as much as you want. ”

Chen Cao was relieved, since the little handsome guy said that there was no problem, then there was no need to worry about what he had done too much.

And there is no need to worry about killing the dragons to extinction.

It seems that the ninth floor is bigger than I imagined.

Listening to the little handsome guy, above the ninth floor, each floor is a small world and a prison.

I don't know what kind of felons are being held on the tenth floor, when will I go up and take a look?

Even if you can't beat it, you will die once.

Of course, the first thing is to improve the strength.

At night, Chen Cao entered Hetu again.

The old turtle is also settled as in the past, and Chen Cao doesn't know that he has been settled here for hundreds of years.

"Chen Cao, who are you fighting with? In reality, someone can beat you like this?"

"Three-headed dragons, Western dragons, pure-blooded. Chen Cao said: "I'll come in and recuperate, by the way, old turtle, I want to ask you something." ”

"What's the matter?"

"I want to learn fire-based spells. ”

"What are you doing with fire spells?"

"One of the three dragons I fought today was a silver dragon, which could turn its body into indestructible ice, harder than the hardest metal I knew, and it couldn't gnaw at all, and if I encountered it again next time, I wasn't sure if I could move it. ”

"So you want to learn fire spells to restrain that silver dragon?"

"That's right. Chen Cao nodded.

"Idiot. The old turtle said bluntly: "Your character determines your attributes, what you have to learn is not fire spells, but to strengthen yourself, defeat the opponent in the way you are best at, and destroy the ice in the way you are best at." ”

"But I can't do it. ”

"Then work on what you do best until you can do it. The turtle said, "Nothing is impossible. ”

"Are you sure it's possible?" Chen Cao really didn't have much confidence.

"Why is it impossible?" said the old turtle as a matter of course, "in the past, you thought that you could fight with the tiger, can you defeat the tiger?"

As he spoke, the old turtle snapped his fingers.

In an instant, an out-of-body incarnation of the old turtle appeared in front of Chen Cao.

"Attack him, however you want. ”

The strength of the old turtle is many times stronger than that of the three-headed black dragon, even if it is just the incarnation of the old turtle.

Chen Cao couldn't even shake that silver dragon, let alone the old turtle.

Chen Cao first took three days to recover, and then launched an attack on the incarnation outside the body of the old turtle.

It's just that even if Chen Cao is the most powerful attack, it is no different from tickling for the old turtle.

"You didn't have any hope from the beginning, how could such an attack hurt me. ”

"It's as if I could hurt you if I had hope. Chen Cao rolled his eyes and said.

"How do you know you can't? Maybe this clone happens to be better than you?"

"Really?" Chen Cao suddenly came to his senses.

"Fake. The old turtle was also rolling his eyes: "This is not a hot-blooded comic, willpower is important, but it is impossible to have any chance of turning the tables in the face of absolute power." ”

"What you say is a direct denial of my efforts. Chen Cao looked at the old turtle depressedly.

"So my advice to you is, don't try to rely on willpower to decide the outcome of a battle, you need absolute strength, and if you rely on perilous victories every time, then you are not far from death. ”

"What am I going to do?"

"Don't try to learn what you're not good at, what you're not good at will always be what you're not good at, and what you need is to enhance what you're best at, and then make what you're best at stronger. ”