Since there was nothing else to do, Zhang Ze decided to study the arrangents within this chanical core, those chanical magical artifacts developed by the Mo Family giants throughout the ages.
They were all placed in compartnts on the wall, arranged in order by age.
Standing on the ground, looking up was like watching a history of civilization trapped within a small world.
After observing for a while, Zhang Ze took out a stack of books from his bosom.
They were textbooks from the Thousand chanism Pavilion.
He carefully hid these books behind the great shield of a forr giant.
No particular reason, just felt like doing so.
After pondering for a while, Zhang Ze decided to create so noise and then have an open conversation with that giant.
By the way, remind him of his habit of talking in his sleep.
However, things like having an open conversation should be more formal, wearing colorful eccentric tight clothes is definitely not appropriate.
Zhang Ze closed his eyes, removed his invisibility, and began browsing his portable wardrobe.
There were many cosplay costus inside, and Zhang Ze montarily didn't know how to choose.
Should he choose the legal system pioneer, or the golden battle robe...
While he was hesitating, suddenly soone spoke from behind Zhang Ze.
"Senior Brother, what are you doing?"
Preparing to disguise as Tang for the negotiation, Zhang Ze was startled, retreated several steps, and turned around to see the person was surprisingly Brother Feng.
The genuine Brother Feng.
"How did you get in?" Zhang Ze was a bit incredulous.
Lin Feng casually said, "I used the password.
"The lock outside the door seems to be a nuric puzzle, just arrange the right combination of numbers, and it opens.
"I noticed the marks on it seed to be used frequently, so I used the [There's Only One Truth Talisman] you left and got the right password."
"You're so lucky, did you get it in just ten draws?" Zhang Ze asked.
Tang's talisman was sotis effective, sotis not, especially for these high-level forbidden techniques and the karma related to cultivators, the success rate was extrely low.
It's dozens of tis harder than drawing gold in a single try.
And Zhang Ze only left Lin Feng ten of the [There's Only One Truth Talisman].
Getting gold in ten draws, truly living up to Brother Feng.
Yet Brother Feng shook his head, "Only used half a piece."
Zhang Ze, "?."
After a mont of silence, Zhang Ze gave up thinking.
"Forget it, not going to talk about this, so how did you find this place?" Zhang Ze asked another question.
Not to ntion the forbidden techniques here, just finding this chanical core location was particularly difficult.
Aside from the well-guarded main road entrance and elevator, trying to sneak in required navigating through twisted, complex, trap-filled pipelines.
He didn't understand how Brother Feng found him so quickly.
Lin Feng scratched his face, "Took the stairs."
Zhang Ze, "?."
Zhang Ze, "Which stairs? The main road entrance ones?"
Lin Feng, "Yeah, just went that way, followed the signs, quickly got here."
Zhang Ze, "Then how did you know I was here?"
Although he left Brother Feng a note, it didn't ntion where he was going.
Lin Feng shook his head, "I didn't know, I just followed my intuition, saw this place called chanical core seed interesting, took a chance here, didn't expect Senior Brother to be here."
"What about the guards?" Zhang Ze asked again, "No guards stopped you?"
Speaking of guards, Lin Feng slapped his head, "I was looking for you for sothing important.
"The festival has already started, most of the city's dinosaurs have gone there, even the guards here too.
"I ca to ask if you wanted to go."
"Right now, only so automatic patrol chanical puppets are left here, one has recognized as master, helped open paths, and distracted other patrol chanical puppets."
As he spoke, Lin Feng stepped aside, revealing the thing rolling behind him.
A white-painted oval-shaped tal dinosaur egg.
The tal dinosaur egg opened with three holes, two large feet sticking out from the bottom holes, and two red eyes in the middle slit were examining Zhang Ze up and down.
"Alright, let's go to the Dragon Fighting Arena."
Zhang Ze sighed, deciding not to worry about this matter anymore, he gestured indicating Brother Feng to lead the way.
He planned to borrow Brother Feng's luck.
Perhaps, upon stepping out, he might find a piece of gold.
"By the way, why did the festival start so early?" Zhang Ze asked while walking.
Lin Feng, "Because the first ceremony of the festival must be completed before dawn."
Zhang Ze, "So early?"
"Because they want to worship the sun, watch the sunrise.
"Although there's no sun here, they got inspiration from ancient texts and prepared a strange ceremony."
Lin Feng said while recalling the information he gathered.
Zhang Ze, "What ceremony?"
Lin Feng, "Seeing two kids and then it's the sun."
Zhang Ze, "?."
Just as Zhang Ze was about to ask about the details of this sun-viewing ceremony, a sudden loud noise ca from the direction of the Dragon Fighting Arena.
...
Dragon Fighting Arena.
Such places worldwide seem to be the sa, mostly circular buildings, the center of the field filled with bloodthirsty warriors, the outer section seating bloodthirsty spectators.
But today was sowhat different, even the most bloodthirsty spectators felt fear.
The abnormality occurred suddenly, everything seed normal monts ago, but for so reason, Lord Shang suddenly burst forth.
With just one move, it killed three strong figures of the sa realm.
And the universally recognized most powerful figures of Mountain and Sea, Horror Saint, Xiao Yaozi, and Giant, were inexplicably missing.
For a mont, no one dared to step forward and stop or ask what madness had taken it.
Lord Shang's son stood in the center of the field, standing on the corpse of a Mo family's chanical dragon.
The body was covered in black thorn-like chains, and as the chains tightened, the dragon's flesh and essence transford into the most primordial power, flowing into the Son of Shangjun's body.
At the very top of the stand, a sea dragon of the Military School made a move, summoning a torrent to smash toward the Son of Shangjun.
But the torrent had not yet approached before it was torn apart by a black space rift.
The rift then transford into a black net appearing beside the sea dragon.
This Military School dragon, who had intervened, seed to be about to et the sa fate as the dried corpse.
But the next mont, a golden light descended from the sky, shattering the black net to pieces.
A giant axe sank into the earth, the Giant stood on the axe handle, looking up at the Son of Shangjun.
Without any extra words, it tossed out several dragon heads with twisted faces.
"Is it worth it? Paying such a price just to stall for a mont."
These heads all belonged to the Legalist School experts who ca with the Son of Shangjun to attend the festival.
"Why wouldn't it be worth it? All of this sacrifice is worth it." At this mont, the Son of Shangjun, his eyes had turned black, the pitch-black pupils reflecting the shadows of all the dragons present.
He didn't continue to attack but suddenly started talking about old grievances.
"Every Lord Shang of the Legalist School never ets a good end. My father, my ancestors, either died at the hands of the Horror Saint, under your Mo Family's chanisms, or by the hands of each one of you.
"Logically, killing should be ordinary; I shouldn't harbor resentnt, as it's our Mountain and Sea's customs and rules.
"But, is so killing really necessary?"
He asked the assembled dragons.
"The spatial technique can only be learned if one has the talent, and it is only my tribe in the entire Mountain and Sea who can inherit this thod.
"Just because of this spatial technique, you fear ! You envy !
"You fear that our spells will run out of control and destroy this Mountain and Sea suspended in the void!
"You envy! Envy why you can't grasp this key to possibly leaving the Mountain and Sea!"
"You want to kill all my tribe! But you can't bear to give up our talent!
"Am I right!"
His voice was deafening.
In response to the Son of Shangjun's questioning, the entire Dragon Fighting Arena fell silent, and the expressions of the remaining leaders were sowhat gloomy.
A few wanted to argue but did not know where to start for a mont.
Because everything the Son of Shangjun said was true.
The Giant admitted frankly, "How the previous Horror Saints and Xiao Yaozi negotiated, I do not know.
"But as for , I've always advocated for the removal of your Legalist School.
"Because I think you're uncontrollable, and the facts have also proven you're indeed uncontrollable."
The Giant shook its head, seeming to want to shake off sothing filthy, then continued.
"Were it not for the Horror Saint opposing, Xiao Yaozi being neutral, today's disaster wouldn't have happened."
"Vengeance or release, no matter who intervenes, today between you and , only one can live."
"Do you have any last words?"
The Giant pulled the great axe from the ground, pointing at the Son of Shangjun.
The Son of Shangjun suddenly laughed, his laughter like war drums and thunder.
He didn't pay attention to the Giant but looked around at the dragons. After laughing for a while, he spoke.
"I've received the inheritance of a god from the Outer Domain, mastering the thod to leave the Mountain and Sea for the real world.
"Now, kill him, and the dragon that does so, I will take it away!"
After saying this, his already transford dark green skin suddenly started to wriggle, as if a monster was about to break out.
In the blink of an eye, his flesh disintegrated, and twisted black tentacles surged upward.
The tentacles spread out at the top, like an emperor's canopy, like a dark cloud, like an ancient tree.
Black tentacles hung down from the cloud, madly absorbing the Spiritual Qi in the Mountain and Sea Secret Realm.
anwhile, the aura of the Son of Shangjun also soared to its limit.
Though the scene was bizarre, all the dragons present sensed a breath from those black tentacles that they had never seen before.
And with the aid of the spatial technique, they fleetingly saw an image of the world beyond the Mountain and Sea...
A giant pink tree?
No matter what it was, it was sothing not found within the Mountain and Sea.
'Why not take a gamble?'
Such a thought inexplicably occurred to all the dragons present; they looked at the Giant, and though they didn't act, their gazes were sowhat peculiar.
The situation suddenly reversed, and now the Giant was unexpectedly left alone.
And the Son of Shangjun, having transford into so kind of fleshly monster, lifted a forelimb with blades and claws, pointing at the Giant.
"Now you, do you have any last words?"
The Giant had no last words, nor did it have any regret or fear.
Because this was only a matter of course.
It was simply a different choice.
Being killed ans death, just the sa for everyone.
The giant axe transford into a heavy golden shield.
'Where exactly is that idiot Xiao Yaozi?'
Thinking of that annoying face, the Giant raised the giant shield and faced the black lightning.
But the anticipated impact did not arrive.
Because once again, a light descended from the 'heaven.'
A yellow figure stood between the Giant and the Son of Shangjun.
Looking at its back, it seed to be a dragon, but the Giant couldn't recognize its origin.
Because it didn't rember any dragon in the Mountain and Sea being this fat.
This Fat Dragon was not Li.
It was Zhang Ze, who had failed to transform.
Zhang Ze, initially planning to enter low-key as the Heavenly Golden Palace Mixed Elent Ten Thousand Laws Profound Sect Demon-Vanquishing True Immortal, forgot he still had his portable wardrobe active.
And the random transformation was sowhat idiotic.
By the ti Zhang Ze realized it, it was already too late, and the entrance sound, inherent to his skin, echoed throughout the entire Dragon Fighting Arena.
"I'm a milk dragon! I'm a milk dragon!"
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