Kryptonians come to the second dimension

The old divine turtle said calmly: "You young man, you should give up resistance. Maybe I can let you get nourishment for a few days."

"Hehe." Ye Wudao pointed at him with the Yunxiao Jade Sword and said coldly: "Give up resistance? Sorry, I have said this to others, so I should say this."

"Hehe." The old divine turtle also repeated a sneer and said: "You don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. You can't use your magical powers. Even if you have any mysterious tricks, they are useless now. It's better for me to eat your flesh and earth."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Ye Wudao snorted coldly: "Even if this is your territory, I can't use my magical powers, but I may not lose."

"Well, you can feel the endless loneliness and fear in the depths of the ocean. When your avenue power is exhausted, I will absorb your flesh."

The old divine turtle smiled faintly.

It seems that doing these things is very sparse and normal.

He took out a giant tripod and covered Ye Wudao.

Ye Wudao slashed with a sword, trying to unfold the giant tripod, but it was useless.

In the blink of an eye, he was covered in the giant tripod, unable to make any waves.

A stronger force of suppression swept over, making him almost unable to move.

A stronger pressure came, pressing him even harder.

He finally stopped floating until he really landed on the ground here.

Darkness and nothingness, accompanied by strong pressure, were consuming his power of the Great Dao all the time.

Ye Wudao finally felt a little desperate.

This giant tripod seemed to be of a higher grade than the Yunxiao Jade Sword.

Can't break it!

Ye Wudao gritted his teeth and tried to take out various war weapons and various things in the storage ring to break the giant tripod, but it was useless.

He tried to dig a pit, but the ground was a mysterious patterned stone, which should be some kind of floor tile.

This floor tile was also extremely hard.

In the case that the magical power could not be used, Ye Wudao had almost no moves to show off.

He even wanted to self-destruct.

But... what's the use of self-destruction?

After self-destruction, can the spirit escape the pursuit of two peak-level middle-level eternal strongmen?

I'm afraid not, he hasn't even practiced his spirit.

Two days later, Ye Wudao finally understood what this old divine turtle was going to do.

Grind and kill!

Really grind and kill.

Perhaps it will take hundreds or thousands of years for Ye Wudao to fall in this giant tripod.

This is the seal on him, which was sealed by the strong men of the same realm with the help of the time, place and magic tools.

He has no way to break it.

Even the three lives were suppressed.

"Damn string music, I will kill you!" Ye Wudao gritted his teeth.

He told Nan Xin that he would return in two days, and he didn't want to make Nan Xin worry, so he was extremely anxious.

Thinking of Nan Xin's disappointed look and sad face, he was extremely anxious.

More importantly, if he had left a hundred years ago, even if he could have escaped alive, the outside world would have changed.

What should he do then?

Scratching his hair, Ye Wudao wandered blindly in this closed space, looking for a way to save himself.

On the third day, Ye Wudao went a little crazy and kept knocking on the giant tripod.

"Old turtle! Talk to me!!"

The old turtle's faint voice sounded: "I still want to sleep. This is the last negotiation. I will sleep for a hundred years this time. If there is no result, you will stay here forever."

"Let me go, I can help you kill the string music fairy, her avenue power and spirit body, all of which can be eaten by you." Ye Wudao said: "I can do my best."

"Don't believe it." The old turtle just said two words lazily.

"Don't believe it?" Ye Wudao frowned and continued: "Then I can also help you hunt other Yonghen strongmen, and I even carry two eternal spirits on me."