Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

This jump was more dangerous than Meng Chao's jump from Qianren Peak to Scarlet Mountain.

Although the space gap at that time was equally narrow, it was also surrounded by invisible spiritual energy turbulence.

But that's all natural.

As long as Meng Chao wasn't so unlucky that he threw himself into a trap, he wouldn't easily arouse the terrifying energy hidden in it.

But the magic storm in front of him is the aftermath of the magic explosion three thousand years ago, and it contains the spiritual power of countless high-level magicians and holy light priests.

In a sense, it is alive.

It is a magic scroll condensed by high-level magicians three thousand years ago, sacrificing countless lives.

When Meng Chao followed the wolf king's trajectory and narrowly missed the magic storm at the same distance of a hair.

From the depths of the stimulated magic storm, countless flames, ice cones, wind blades and lightning sprang out.

Like countless pairs of strange hands inlaid with fangs, they grabbed Meng Chao's ankles fiercely.

It was Meng Chao who saw the wolf king jump into the huge hole with his own eyes.

All gave birth to the creeps, the feeling of sweat freezing.

Fortunately, the Wolf King had already shown him how to dodge the magic storm.

Meng Chao did the same thing, curling his legs, his whole body was like a round projectile, when it hit the top of the huge hole, it suddenly changed direction.

Accompanied by a series of "crackling" explosions from the bones all over the body, the power of the magnetic levitation is reversed, as if adding a heavy burden to the body, and it seems that the gravitational force of the earth is increased tenfold in an instant, and it falls straight.

In the center of the huge cave, between the high-speed rotating magic storm, there is indeed a calm "eye of the storm".

The problem is that this "eye of the storm" looks extremely narrow, and if you are not careful, you will touch the surrounding magic storm and be torn to pieces by lightning, flames, ice cones, and wind blades.

What is even more frightening is that hidden in the depths of the magical storm, the spiritual power from the high-level magicians and priests of the Holy Light three thousand years ago is like a surging tide that will never subside. After three thousand years, it is still endless. Meng Chao's mind flooded.

Psychic power penetrated his visual and auditory nerves.

It immediately turned into a lifelike army of thousands of horses, galloping across Meng Chao's brain with the momentum of breaking through mountains and rivers, as if to crush him like an ant blocking a chariot.

Meng Chao immediately felt a splitting headache.

It was as if an invisible gigantic ax split open his celestial spirit cap, and the shattered skull smashed his brains to pieces.

Thinking of the wolf king's advice, Meng Chao hurriedly activated his spiritual energy to interfere with his visual and auditory nerves, blocking the messy information, and pouring into the cerebral cortex through the neural network.

In desperation, he even indulged a large amount of psychic energy into his brain, deliberately causing a slight cerebral hemorrhage, blocking part of the cerebral blood vessels with congestion, and reducing brain function.

Using this method of "killing eight hundred enemies and harming oneself one thousand", a "firewall" was built in the brain to prevent the spiritual power left by the high-level magician from continuing to invade the depths of his brain.

In this way, he can no longer control every bundle of muscle fibers and nerve endings in his body as he wants.

Just like a gambler throwing dice, he can only wait quietly without changing his face and heartbeat.

Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire below, you still have to use a body of steel and iron to smash it to pieces!

The giant cave seems to be bottomless, and its depth far exceeds the height of the top of the holy mountain.

Meng Chao felt that he was falling faster and faster.

It is about to become a whizzing and falling meteorite, and it will rub against the surrounding air to create a dazzling flame.

And this flame in turn, along the pores, attacked his capillaries and large blood vessels, trying to burn every drop of his blood into ashes.

After the fire came the frost.

Meng Chao felt like he had fallen from a volcano into an ice cave. Countless streams of cold air were like blades as thin as cicada's wings, ignoring the totem armor, skin, flesh and bones, and directly freezing the bone marrow into lumps of ice.

After the frost came lightning. Countless arcs of electric arcs swam between his limbs and bones like hungry snakes and horned dragons. He couldn't even imagine what his body had become. Like the unlucky one who encounters a high-voltage power line, it has already turned into coke torn apart.

After finally waiting for the electric arc to run through his body, and the pain of life and death gradually subsided, he felt that he had fallen into a highly corrosive poisonous pool. Toothed bugs crazily devoured his skin, flesh and blood, nerves and even every cell.

The indescribable pain, mixed with the more unbearable itching than the pain, turned into an extremely strong impulse in Meng Chao's heart, tempting him to repair the damaged visual and auditory nerves, so that he could open his eyes and see what he had become. Look, listen to what is going on around you, is it going straight to the center of the earth, or is it going straight to the underworld?

But Meng Chao just gritted his teeth.

The sparks from rubbing the teeth, together with the bloody saliva, were swallowed in one gulp.

He kept telling himself that it was all an illusion.

It's all hallucinations caused by the invasion of one's own nerve endings.

The purpose is to connect oneself to the entire nervous system, so that the magic storm can follow one's nerve endings, invade the central nervous system, and even spread to the entire brain area.

"I'm alive!

"Although the eyes cannot see and the ears cannot hear, every bit of touch and hearing sensed by the fingers and skin may not be true.

"But I can still think.

"It's enough to prove that my brain tissue has not been severely damaged, and this is the right path.

"Cogito ergo sum!"

I do not know how long it has been.

For so long, Meng Chao thought that he had fallen from the top of the 10,000-meter-high holy mountain to the 10,000-meter-deep earth's crust.

The flames, frost, arcs, and venom that tightly wrapped and tore him fiercely disappeared without a trace.

Just as Meng Chao breathed a sigh of relief, a brand new illusion appeared in front of his eyes.

It was still the battlefield of gold and iron horses and thunderous battles.

But it turned into corpses all over the field, blood flowing, super giant killing angels blazing, piled up like a mountain of strong corpses, because they contained too much spiritual energy, after rotting and fermenting, they exploded one after another, looking like Shura hell Tragic scene.

In the middle of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, stood a ragged, scarred, emaciated high-level magician who looked like a piece of dead wood, dangling like a ghost.

The white robe entwined with gold threads on his body has been riddled with holes by the flames of war.

But it reveals the dense and shining magic runes on the almost translucent body.

What is amazing is that these magic runes turned out to be like living creatures, constantly twisting and changing like ignited bugs.

It is not only changing their own shapes, but also constantly changing the order of arrangement and combination.

Take an inappropriate analogy.

The almost translucent body of this high-level magician is like some kind of weird display or information output tool. After receiving mysterious information from nowhere, it spreads to the entire land with his every move.

"No……"

Even though he had killed himself on the top of the holy mountain, his face was still full of sorrow. Even after seeing the true face of the holy mountain temple, the high-ranking magician who became even more troubled and even frightened opened his arms and stopped Meng Chao in front of him. Orc's language, uttered his advice: "Don't...open...underground...awaken...horror...the devil..."

Behind him, in the depths of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, there was a palpitating sound of creeping, as if something broke out of the ground, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a black silhouette.

It is something that looks like an octopus, a virus magnified billions of times, and an ancient tree covered by a large cluster of bacteria. It seems to have 10,000 eyes and 10,000 tentacles, an indescribable thing.

Although I can't see the true face of the black silhouette.

But from the depths of the black silhouette, the ear-piercing laughter of "Chi Chi Chi Chi" evoked an extremely dangerous memory hidden deep in Meng Chao's brain.

About the memory of the "matrix".

boom!

Meng Chao landed heavily.

All illusions, whether the white-haired and white-bearded, skinny, worried high-ranking magician, or the black silhouette with billions of eyes and tentacles, all smashed to pieces.

Meng Chao put aside distracting thoughts, leaned all over, and waited for a long time with his breath held.

Confirm that the surrounding magnetic environment has stabilized.

Only then did the blood vessels in the brain be repaired one by one, the visual and auditory nerves were connected, and he carefully looked around.

Fortunately, under the protection of the totem armor, he was neither torn off a few fingers or toes by the magic storm, nor broke a bone.

Well, it didn't break too many bones, and the sharp broken bones pierced into the internal organs.

As for the concussion, internal bleeding, and spider web-like cracks all over the bones, to Meng Chao, who had half stepped into the divine realm, they were all bleeding gums caused by getting angry, and they were not worth mentioning at all.

Meng Chao repaired his injury silently, and quickly analyzed the information collected by his eyes, ears, and even his ten fingers.

It seems that he fell to the bottom of the huge hole without any risk.

Looking up, the hole whose length and width exceed a hundred arms has long been turned into an extremely dim light spot smaller than the tip of a needle.

If he hadn't had sharper eyesight than a falcon, and carefully observed and analyzed it for a long time, it would have been impossible to see where the entrance of the cave was.

In this way, even if he didn't fall directly below the earth's crust from the top of the holy mountain.

It has also fallen through the entire holy mountain, came to another space, or got stuck in a certain space fold.

The good news is that the magic storm has been broken by him.

The weather here is calm, and both the space and the ground are very stable—perhaps, it is too stable.

Meng Chao clenched his fist and tapped the ground under his butt lightly.

It was found that it was not an ordinary rock formation, but some kind of non-gold and non-iron material, but extremely hard.

And it is extremely flat, without the inevitable weathering, distortion and fragmentation of ordinary rock formations after years of erosion, only very subtle arcs and lines.

It doesn't seem to be formed naturally, but it seems to be artificially cast.