Chapter 1479 Best Field

"How many dragons are there on the ninth floor?"

"Countless years ago, a war broke out between Zulong and his son Hyperion. Hyperion led his descendants, the Hyperion tribe, into an all-out war with Zulong."

"Can my son beat me?"

"So the Hyperion clan was defeated, Hyperion was destroyed by the Ancestral Dragon, and most of the descendants were also exiled."

"Ancestral Dragon can challenge all his descendants alone? How many descendants do he have?"

"At that time, the Hyperion tribe was the largest ethnic group in hell, with hundreds of millions in number, besides the subordinates of the seven demon kings."

"Ancestral Dragon defeated all these descendants?"

"Actually, you don't need to defeat them all. You just need to defeat his son. Hyperion has inherited most of the power and bloodline of the ancestor dragon, but after all, he is still the bloodline heir of the ancestor dragon. The ancestor dragon completely suppressed Hyperion in terms of blood. , and the other descendants were too far apart from the Ancestral Dragon in strength and were not qualified to intervene in this war. Although a few powerful grandchildren reluctantly participated, the result could not be changed. The Ancestral Dragon won, and the Hyperion clan was completely destroyed. Exiled, and the Hyperion clan on the ninth floor of the Trial Tower is part of them."

"So there are no descendants of the Hyperion clan in hell now?"

"Most of the dragons that make up the tribe in hell now are the descendants of Ulalong, another child of the ancestor dragon, and are also called the Ulalongs. There are very few pure-blooded Hyperon clans, but for Hyperon and Hyperon The war between Zulong and Ulalong has nothing to do with Ulalong. Ulalong has no grudges or conflicts with Zulong and Hyperion. Therefore, after the war, Ulalong acted as the protector of the remaining Hyperion clan and protected them from being destroyed. Banished them and allowed them to be combined with their own descendants, so it doesn’t matter whether the Hyperion clan or the Ula Dragon clan, Zulong did not pursue the surviving Hyperion clan for that war, after all, the Hyperion clan is also his descendant."

"Why did father and son kill each other?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.

Maybe there are many examples of father and son fighting in hell, but after all, there is a reason.

"It's very simple. Strength, power, and bloodline. As long as the ancestral dragon exists, Hyperion will never be the ruler of the dragon clan. Ambition defeats reason, and strength cannot keep up with ambition." Xiaoshuai said calmly: "Even if Hyperion Dragon is the most powerful son of Zulong, but the son could not defeat his father in the end, and Hyperion’s failure was also expected.”

"Does the so-called exile mean being locked up in this trial tower?"

"No, each floor above the ninth floor of the Trial Tower is a small world. The world of the Hyperion clan on the ninth floor is not small. They have some resources and can move freely, but the real exile is far bigger than this. Even more cruel, they were expelled into the abyss or void, or trapped in chaos. They were bound and tortured by the twisted power. The ninth floor of the trial tower was like heaven to them, except for being beaten by me. They have no more constraints than the rules that have been set.”

"In other words, no matter how many times I kill, no one will cause trouble for me?"

"As long as you have that ability, you can hunt at will."

Chen Zhao felt relieved. Since the handsome boy said there was no problem, he didn't have to worry about going too far.

And there is no need to worry about killing the dragon clan to extinction.

It seems that the ninth floor is bigger than I thought.

What the little handsome guy means is that above the ninth floor, every floor is a small world and a prison.

I wonder what kind of serious criminals are imprisoned on the tenth floor. When can I go up there and take a look?

Even if you can't beat him, you will die once.

Of course, the first thing is to improve your strength.

At night, Chen Zhao entered Hetu again.

The old turtle was in trance as before. Chen Zhao didn't know that he had been in trance here for hundreds of years.

"Chen Zhao, who are you fighting? In reality, can anyone beat you like this?"

"Three-headed dragon, a pure-blooded dragon from the Western Dragon Clan." Chen Zhao said, "I'm going to come in for some training. By the way, old turtle, I want to ask you something."

"What's up?"

"I want to learn fire spells."

"Why are you learning fire spells?"

"Among the three dragons I fought today, one of them is a silver dragon. It can turn its body into indestructible ice. It is harder than the hardest metal I know and cannot be chewed at all. If we meet again next time, I'm not even sure I can hit it."

"So you want to learn fire spells to restrain that silver dragon?"

"That's right." Chen Zhao nodded.

"Idiot." The old turtle said bluntly: "Your character determines your attributes. What you need to learn is not fire spells, but to strengthen yourself, defeat the opponent in the way you are best at, and destroy the stronghold in the way you are best at. ice."

"But it can't be done."

"Then train, train what you are best at, until you can do it." Lao Turtle said, "Nothing is impossible."

"Are you sure this is possible?" Chen Zhao really didn't have much confidence.

"Why is it impossible?" The old turtle said matter-of-factly: "In the past, did you think you could defeat a tiger when you fought against it?"

As he spoke, the old turtle snapped his fingers.

In an instant, an incarnation of Lao Turtle appeared in front of Chen Zhao.

"Attack him, attack him however you want."

The strength of the old turtle is many times stronger than that of the three black dragons, even if it is just the incarnation of the old turtle.

Chen Zhao couldn't even shake the silver dragon, let alone the old turtle.

Chen Zhao first spent three days recovering, and then launched an attack on Lao Turtle's incarnation.

However, even Chen Zhao's most powerful attack is no different from scratching an itch for the old turtle.

"You had no hope from the beginning. How could such an attack hurt me?"

"It's as if I can hurt you if I have hope." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes and said.

"How do you know you can't do it? Maybe this clone is just stronger than you?"

"Really?" Chen Zhao suddenly became energetic.

"False." The old turtle also rolled his eyes: "This is not a hot-blooded comic. Willpower is important, but there is no chance of a comeback in the face of absolute power."

"What you said is directly denying my efforts." Chen Zhao looked at the old turtle depressedly.

"So my advice to you is, don't try to rely on willpower to decide the outcome of a battle. What you need is absolutely powerful strength. If you rely on dangerous victory every time, then you are far away from death. It’s not far either.”

"how should I do?"

"Don't try to learn what you are least good at. What you are not good at will always be what you are not good at. What you need is to strengthen the areas you are best at, and then make the areas you are best at stronger."