Once it was safe, several people entered the depths. The fat catfish in front said: "Ahead is the mid-Atlantic ridge, and the deep valley is where the ruins appear."
"This is the backbone of the Atlantic Ocean."
In the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, there is this mountain range that curves in an S shape, several kilometers long, and hundreds of meters tall.
As for the deep valley next to it, some scientists speculate that one mountain range rose due to seismic movements and the other side fell.
But what exactly happened is unknown.
Ye Lan was a little lost, then came back to his senses and said: "Xiao Fan, in the ancestral memory of my Ye family, the Atlantic ridge is not naturally formed, but is related to something else very big. What it is specifically is very vague.
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"Well, maybe it contains some secret."
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is indeed just a mountain range formed due to earthquake movements.
But from the perspective of a warrior, this mountain range has an inexplicable layer of fog, and is not as simple as a simple ridge.
At this time, everyone felt a strong wave coming, causing them to immediately head to the rift valley ahead.
Looking down, there are many underwater creatures gathered below. They are all races in the deep sea. They are extremely powerful. Among them, there are several Taoist realms that cannot be shaken.
Among them, Ning Fan also saw the eldest princess of the Yaksha tribe, who was leading the masters of the Yaksha tribe behind her.
"Master Dao's Infinite Heavenly Lord, all the distinguished races from the deep sea are here. All the eight major races are here."
These six major races are the Yaksha Clan, the Blue Jade Snake Clan, the Shark Clan, the Shark Clan, the Dragon Clan, the Xuanwu Clan, the Sea King Clan, and the Sifang Dragon Clan.
Every race is more powerful than those on land and has a heritage of tens of thousands of years.
The forces on land that can be compared are the Holy Land-level forces that have not yet appeared, the so-called century-old dynasty, thousand-year sects, and ten-thousand-year Holy Land.
The previous forces with hundreds of years of heritage were beyond Ning Fan's reach, let alone more powerful sects and holy lands.
The fat catfish immediately went down and said something to a man standing on top of the manta fish.
The strong man with a beard nodded, and the fat catfish immediately waved to a few people, indicating that they could come down.
Hua Wuque was so excited that he wanted to go, but Ning Fan caught him and said, "Damn it, fat man, the treasure is important, but don't forget that there are so many masters of the Soul Realm here."
"It seems so."
"Let them go in first, and we can pick up the leaks from behind." Zhang Yang suggested.
After all, their own martial arts skills are there, and they really don't dare to enter with these strong men.
In front of them was a huge mouth of an abyss, and it was pitch black inside. Even strong men of their level could not see what was inside.
"Strange, why haven't you gone in yet?" asked a strong man with a fish head and a trident in his hand.
"Not sure."
One of them, a strong man from the Shark race with a peerless appearance, frowned slightly and said: "The world has changed, I'm afraid it will take some time."
The next second, a halo of light suddenly rippled out from the dark hole in front, making everyone stand ready.
boom!!!
Ning Fan felt it, it was a very ancient and vicissitudes of power.
After several rays of light came out in succession, the hole seemed to open immediately, and everyone felt a heart-pounding power fluctuation.
"Open it, charge!" The strong man from the shark race was the first to bear the brunt. The power of the Tao Soul Realm prevented others from moving.
I saw that he was running extremely fast, rushing out like a torrent, and was about to enter.
boom!!!
As a result, in the next second, everyone's faces turned pale with shock, because a powerful Tao Soul Realm man died just like that.
After hitting the wall of transparent air, it instantly turned into a mass of blood mist, without even a trace of struggle before death.