The Hidden Dragon Art. At this time of summer, the only hope is the Hidden Dragon Art. He hopes that the Hidden Dragon Art can drive those spiritual silks. Sure enough, the Hidden Dragon Art did not have a direct impact on the fluctuations of the spiritual consciousness.

However, the effect of the first cycle of the Dragon Hidden Technique in the Jiuzhou Continent is still very obvious.

The most important ability of the Hidden Dragon Art is the compression function, which makes Xia Tian’s sea of ​​spiritual consciousness smaller under high pressure. Especially the spiritual consciousness storm, it has been compressed a lot. Uh, seeing the vast sea of ​​spiritual consciousness being compressed by more than half, Xia Tian was not surprised but happy. This time, the spiritual consciousness storm was suppressed by him safely.

"Blue Phantom, straight line impact." Xia Tian's spiritual consciousness issued the last key, the simplest command.

Huhu, Huhu, six blue smokes sprayed upwards in the six key joints of summer. Cruffy, creak, and summer felt the blue phantom trembling, as if an overloaded beast was dragged by an extremely huge heavy object.

Why is it so slow? Xia Tian's spiritual sense complained that the expected supersonic speed did not appear. At this time, unexpected waves of black smoke also appeared behind him for the first time.

"What's wrong, is the Blue Phantom overloaded?" This is an unprecedented situation.

All this was said for a long time, but in fact, it was just a moment of thinking.

Boom, Yu Liang suddenly became happy. Xia Tian, ​​who had been completely killed by the Seven-Colored Snail King, suddenly rushed and pierced under the Seven-Colored Snail King's figure. He clearly saw that behind Xia Tian, ​​a black phantom appeared.

So, what's going on? Is he like a demon? But falling into the river is also a dead end?

Indeed, in the river, the home court of the seven-color snail mandarin. If a human falls into the water, isn’t that the meat that is clearly delivered to the door?

However, summer has no choice.

After a slap, Xia Tian felt that his toes finally touched the fish belly.

The sharp knife of his toes protruded, and he kicked hard. Yes, I did it on purpose.

After a second swish, he felt the bone knife rubbing through a large, naked body.

Xia Tian also knew that the end of his blue Phantom's toes had a magical bone knife.

However, the sharp bone knife, even the demon-eyed tribe, could not scratch the scales of the seven-color snail snail this time.

Screaking, a huge pain came, and the seven-color snail crepe king who felt the prey pass by was furious. Its tail was shocked, trying to knock the thief out of it.

Rumble, rumble, Feng Shui explodes like thunder and lightning.

This time when the Seven-Colored Snail King is in position, if the demonic phantom is directly compressed the air and forms a particle explosion.

Bang, a powerful explosion popped on Xia Tian's body. Wherever the shock wave went, several big carp more than two meters long encountered it.

Bo, bo, flesh and blood are flying, and the head is broken.

Several nearby fish-snatching warriors twisted their bodies and tried to escape. However, all of this was just a rising posture, because at the speed of the shock wave, if it was in the direction of the shock wave, they might have been smashed to pieces before they completed the movement.

"I'm so lucky. I'm on the other side of it." Yu Liang was still scared. After all, he was old and had encountered death threats.

"Everyone, pick up the fish now!" Yuliang shouted loudly at the fish-punching warrior in another direction.

Everyone woke up from the chaos. They saw dozens of big white fish that were already shocked and were crawling on the water!

Anita Buddha, Xia Tian, ​​did nothing. He was originally in a posture with his head facing down and his feet on the top. Although the blue phantom accelerated violently, his body suddenly moved, avoiding the impact of the Seven-Colored Snail King. However, in this way, his head broke through the water surface and sank directly.

Losing the protection of the Fish King Vine, he drew a straight sinking line under the water. When he was sinking, Xia Tian quickly adjusted his diving posture. Then, he saw a rumbling sound, and the huge seven-color snail snail king fell to the water.

Somewhere above the water surface, silver light flashed, breaking a large area of ​​water surface space.

The Seven-Colored Snail King has a huge body, and its impact speed is 300 this time. I am afraid it will rush out of this vortex and emerge from the big vortex. If you want to enter again, it will probably take a lot of effort.

After a little calculation in summer, you will know the result.

However, Xia Tian’s impact speed was already very fast, and his blue phantom could not be reversed all at once.

Gulu, Gulu, countless splashes broke one after another. In this huge river whirlpool, summer began a free diving mode.

‘I never thought that my Jiuzhou Continent was so embarrassed when I dived for the first time.” Xia Tian thought to himself.

The river water is actually very cold, probably close to zero degrees, and a stream of cold air penetrates the human body. The squeaking and blue phantom have also been automatically run to fill the body temperature.

On the water surface, everyone was filled with sadness. Summer had already left the fish king vine. In this cold water area, he would inevitably pass away.

"Everyone is calm. Safety is the first priority." Yu Liang held back his tears and shouted loudly. He was very optimistic about Xia Tian and thought that this grandson of the Fang family was very good. Especially Xia Tian's calmness at a height of hundreds of meters was much better than him back then. Even the effective egg yolk color of the fish king vine was considered an excellent performance.

"God is jealous of talent!" he lamented. Yu Liang's heart was heavy, and he was thinking about how to tell Fang Renshan about the accident.

While walking down, he slowly adjusted his body posture. Finally, about half an hour later, at a depth of 200 meters, Xia Tian finally adjusted his head and feet.

It is already two hundred meters deep here. What exactly is there at the bottom of the river?

I took a breath of air conditioning. It was not the problem of the Seven-Colored Snail Mantra King, but the mysterious light and shadow at the bottom of the vortex in front of me.

Swim or catch fish?

Finally, Xia Tian decided that he would dive to the bottom of the whirlpool to take a look.

Summer is an ocean expert and understands the meaning of water depth very well. The more you go down, the more dangerous it is. Sure enough, when he goes down more than a hundred meters, the water flow is no longer so turbulent.

The spiritual consciousness dispersed and penetrated the last 100 meters of water depth, scattered and sound wave detection, and finally stripped away all the influence of dust. An image was transmitted back. Xia Tian discovered at this time that at the same depth, the water pressure increased by more than twice as much as on the Blue Star. He calculated it roughly, and it increased the pressure by about 15 times.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!