Zhang Qing clearly felt that the top of his head was falling faster, and the water flow was no longer able to hinder it.
"Has the battle for Golden Lotus intensified?"
He also became anxious because of such speculation, because he had already appeared at the bottom of the lake and did not feel a definite direction.
It was as if he was already inside it, and there were reactions to the Nine Nether Flowers from all directions.
He tried to go up, then reconfirmed his perception, and then fell to the bottom of the lake.
"I can't find it. Where is the Nine Nether Flower?" Zhang Qing's eyes gradually fell on the layer of soil at the bottom of the lake, and he suddenly came to his senses.
"The second level has sunk a lot, and with the combined movements of several times, I don't know how much soil and stones sank into the depths of the lake, but before these things, the Nine Nether Flowers had already fallen."
"The Nine Nether Flowers were the first to appear on the third floor, and they sank the fastest. All the soil, rocks, and stones behind them were latecomers. They buried the Nine Nether Flowers."
Thinking of this possibility, Zhang Qing began to dig.
"If it weren't for the power of mastering the water attribute, few people around here would be able to withstand the water pressure, right?" The action was a bit difficult, but the soil and stones at the bottom of the lake were also driven away bit by bit by Zhang Qing.
The movement above his head and the pressure around him made him almost lose track of time. It was difficult to determine how long he had been digging, but at a certain moment when he looked back and saw the re-sealed passage, he finally felt something was wrong.
Looking at the soil in his hand, he saw that it did not contain much moisture. "My location has already exceeded the bottom of the original third-level lake."
"But why can't I still feel the presence of Jiuyou Flower?"
"and……"
Zhang Qing lowered his head, seemingly forgetting that his retreat had been covered by countless fallen rocks and soil, and focused on looking at the different soil beneath his feet.
"There's something else down here."
"Is it the fourth floor?"
Zhang Qing stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then continued digging downward, until at a certain moment the ground could no longer support him, and Zhang Qing fell into a piece of icy water.
The biting cold made Zhang Qing extremely frightened. His blood flow slowed down at this moment, as if he had suddenly fallen into the ice and snow of the twelfth lunar month in the scorching summer.
No, this is a colder world than that. Zhang Qing felt that his thoughts, his consciousness, the magic power in his body, everything was being frozen.
The fear of approaching death made him instinctively want to return to a safe place. However, when he swam upward, he found that he could no longer destroy the weak layer of land.
It was as if there was an invisible barrier covering the top of his head. No matter what Zhang Qing did, he could not shake it.
"It's easy to go down, but it's hard to go up." Zhang Qing's feeling of territory became even more intense. He swam toward the distance along the invisible approach above his head, trying to find the boundary.
But the appearance of a demon corpse made his heart sink to the bottom.
"It suffocated, but long before it died, it was frozen and unable to move."
With some difficulty, he raised his palm, and the power in Zhang Qing's body instantly transformed into a raging fire.
The high temperature of the flames effectively withstood the icy cold water, but at the same time Zhang Qing's mana was also being consumed at a terrifying speed.
His speed increased, and he wanted to verify an answer.
Soon after, the answer appeared. It was the corpse of another demon, then a third, a fourth...
"There is no exit." Zhang Qing was a little frightened. He was not the first to enter the fourth level. These demons knew more and might even have come here specifically.
He thought of another thing. When he was in the second underground space, when many foundation-building monks went deep into the lake, many demons began to attack them from under the lake as they competed for the Nine Nether Flowers.
But at that time, the top of the head collapsed and the lake whirlpool appeared. As a result, no one could remember why those monsters appeared.
Now looking at the corpses here, Zhang Qing understood that those demons were preventing the human monks from discovering the secrets deeper underground.
"However, they seem to have failed. They have been searching here for a long time but have not found it. Could it be that what they were looking for were fragments of the Thirty-Three Heavens?"
Zhang Qing had to be so suspicious, because the existence of Jiuyouhua seemed not worth it. After all, if he wanted to achieve so much, he must have the participation of the golden lotus among the demons to control the underlying demons.
"The fourth floor is where the fragments of the Thirty-Three Heavens are located? But where is it?"
Zhang Qing looked at the monster corpses around him. He couldn't think of a suitable place in this world full of water.
"But what matters to me now is not the paradise of heaven, but the way to survive." The mana in his body was consumed crazily, and Zhang Qing had to switch back to water-attribute power, then looked above his head, and finally his eyes fell at his feet.
I don’t know how deep the space on the fourth floor is. Below is a dark depth, and it seems impossible to see what the bottom of the water looks like.
"You can't look up." Zhang Qing looked at the corpses of demons around him, gritted his teeth and swam directly into the dark depths below.
The corpses of these demons have proven the upward ending, and he can only go down.
"It's so cold..."
The perception brought by the body allows Zhang Qing to clearly feel that ice has condensed on his body. Soon he may be like those monsters, unable to move while alive, and then watch himself die little by little.
The temperature in the water seemed to get colder as it went downwards. The empty underwater world was so quiet that it seemed as if it could no longer maintain its inner thoughts, but Zhang Qing was still descending.
He had a vague feeling that his guess was right. The life force was not above, but below.
"Damn it, how deep is it down here!" Zhang Qing can no longer control his body absolutely, and he doesn't dare to turn his power into immortal fire inheritance, otherwise he will die faster.
He kept sinking. At this time, he was no longer actively controlling his whole body. His frozen body was also dragging him downward.
In the depths of the water world, there was endless darkness, and Zhang Qing gradually blended into it until he completely disappeared.
In the cold fourth-layer water world, everything has returned to its original state, as if no one has ever set foot in it, and it has become an unknown place forever.
But it seems that there is something different. The water flow is no longer stagnant like stagnant water, but flowing freely like ink.
Wow!
Above the water, a head suddenly popped out, panting heavily, finally realizing the preciousness of breathing and the difficulty of life.
As his consciousness gradually became clearer, Zhang Qingcai finally saw clearly where he was, and his pupils trembled.
