In other words, if you descend by one hundred meters above the Blue Star, the pressure your body is under is eleven atmospheric pressure; however, if you are in the Jiuzhou Continent, you are at the same water depth of one hundred meters, the atmospheric pressure you are under is twenty-eight atmospheric pressure. Yes, twenty-eight atmospheric pressure.

*The atmospheric pressure here is the standard for the atmospheric pressure of Blue Star.

Xia Tian then realized why he was not so smooth when flying on the Jiuzhou Continent. The sky was so blue, but the content was different.

It turns out that the sky, atmospheric pressure, and atmospheric concentration that look exactly the same can also be completely different.

After thinking about this, he immediately adjusted the settings of the Blue Phantom. Finally, after several careful trainings, the tension that had been around these days finally disappeared.

I dived to the depths of 300 meters again, and the velocity of the vortex here had disappeared, but in the water, chandeliers of various colors were swimming in a steady stream. Xia Tian knew that it was a trick of all kinds of fish to seduce prey.

Unlike on the earth, the rivers here already have a sea-like scene, which is very shocking.

The spiritual consciousness, you should disperse. He was really tired. He immediately added oxygen supply to himself from the Blue Phantom War Bone. Finally, he quickly started the normal search work.

Well, right, in the center of this vortex, Xia Tian felt a huge monster waiting for him because of that breath, which was extremely close.

Tick, tick, tick, a faint sound came from under the abyss. Xia Tian twisted himself hard, and it was so hard that it hurt.

Then, he heard the faint sound again. Then, a strange feeling appeared in his mind again.

Buzz, buzz, an inexplicable threat came.

Xia Tian quickly dissipated his spiritual consciousness, and he found an inexplicable turbulent current, shooting towards him. The current belonged to the most powerful among the turbulent currents, twisted like the Milky Way.

Xia Tian knew that he had to rise, and with his own ability, he was still unable to explore the depths below.

Wait until tomorrow, I will summon the Dragon Soul and go down to make a clear idea. Xia Tian came up with a relatively perfect solution. The dragon was born in the sea and was originally the master of the water. I believe that even if the Dragon Soul sneaks into the river here, there will be no problem.

Bang!!

A water arrow hit, causing Xia Tian’s shoulders to feel numb.

I couldn't help but pay attention to it, Xia Tian knew that it was the water arrow sprayed by the Seven-Colored Snail King. However, because the resistance to the water flow was too great, this water arrow only played a role in awakening Xia Tian.

Beast, am I a king-level creature? Why do you follow me?

Xia Tian was very depressed. He didn't know that turning into a dragon would tempt the creatures in the water. Compared with humans, this temptation is the temptation to the successful cultivation of immortality. Any creature has come to this point and there is no way back.

So summer is depressed,

The Seven-Colored Snail King kept hovering over his head.

"You demon, you don't want to let me go."

"But I don't want to let you go, either."

Xia Tian said that now, the Blue Phantom has replaced the spirit stones from the Jiuzhou Continent, and Xia Tian has carefully adjusted all the design parameters. This time, the Blue Phantom has already had brand new performance.

The Blue Phantom was activated, and summer was like an octopus, flexibly starting the escape mode in the water (he deliberately pretended to be) in the air. The Seven-Colored Snail Monkey King was so angry that it found that it was teased by its prey for the first time. Two living creatures with huge size differences began to chase mode.

After a circle, circle, after a circle, Xia Tian no longer knew how many times he had swam in the huge vortex. The water flow whizzed by his side, and the big fish behind him had no intention of letting him go at all. However, in Xia Tian's subconscious mind, he turned this chase game into his own flying sky.

Anyone who has fished knows that big fish are extremely powerful in the water. If you want to catch them, you have to toss them until you are exhausted. And this is the principle that Xia Tian is doing so now. He can walk horizontally in the water and give the Seven-Colored Snail King a sudden slash. But what after one slash?

If the Seven-Colored Snail King has spare energy, it is likely to escape. Even the worst case is that the Seven-Colored Snail King is swept away by the water and turbulent flow.

Therefore, the direction of summer swimming is countercurrent. In that way, he is even more exhausted. The Seven-Colored Snail Mandarin stared at the tiny human body and was shocked. After all, it was not a human, and he had never seen a war bone like the Blue Phantom. However, the Seven-Colored Snail Mandarin Mandarin believed in his heart that human swimming ability was more than that of fish, even if the other party was a dragon and phoenix among humans, it was the overlord in this big river.

Finally, the speed of one person and one fish began to slow down. After all, the physical strength of the Seven-Colored Snail Mandarin King was not infinite. Feeling that the physical strength of the Seven-Colored Snail Mandarin King began to drop a little, Xia Tian lowered the output power of the Blue Phantom. After all, long-term overload exercise is not a good thing for the machinery.

Not far away, he just couldn't let the Seven-Colored Snail King stop, let both sides be filled with evil spirits and never stop.

Above the whirlpool, three hundred meters high, there were five or six adults standing at Diaoyutai in Huangniu Village.

The sky was pale and yellow, and the figures of the two women were burned red by the sunset, like fairies and couples.

Fang Renshan wanted to cry but she had no tears, but her longing for many years was broken by the separation of one day.

"Son, mom, I'm sorry for you."

A longing that has been squeezed into my heart and has been covered with so many times can no longer be suppressed.

Mother Fang walked hard and walked to the edge of the Diaoyu Islands, with her thoughts twistingly in her heart.

"Fang Renshan, a person cannot be resurrected by death. You must be mournful and follow the changes!"

The village chief Beaton was wearing a black robe and said solemnly.

"It's all my fault in summer."

"I shouldn't be bickering with you. If you don't bicker with me, you won't come and kill the fish!"

"If you don't come and jump, you will have what you are today."

The little loli, Cran, had tears falling down, and she looked quite sad.

"Tian'er, Tian'er,..."

Mother Fang opened her arms and there was an old wine encapsulated in 1988 in her hand.

Bang, the lid of the wine bottle opened, and a classic, mellow smell of endless history immediately filled the Diaoyutai.

"Mom Fang, this..."

Village Chief Liton was already dizzy, but when he smelled the smell, he immediately sobered up. Good wine, good wine, this smell, he only smelled it at the fairy gate competition when he was young. The mellow taste was like a magic pill, which made him feel ready.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!