Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 467 Extraterrestrial Demons? Luckily, so am I.

Since he had nothing better to do, Zhang Ze decided to study the furnishings in the mechanism, the mechanical artifacts developed by the great masters of the Mohist school throughout history.

They were all placed in partitions on the wall, arranged in chronological order.

Standing on the ground and looking up, it's like watching a history of civilization trapped in a small world.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Ze took out a stack of books from his pocket.

It is a teaching material from the Thousand Machines Pavilion.

He carefully hid these books behind the shield of the previous leader.

There's no particular reason, I just wanted to do it.

After thinking it over for a while, Zhang Ze decided to make a fuss and then have an open and honest talk with that tycoon.

I'd also like to remind it of its habit of talking in its sleep.

However, such matters of openness should be handled with care, and wearing colorful, perverted bodysuits is clearly not attractive.

Zhang Ze closed his eyes, deactivated his invisibility, and began browsing his personal wardrobe.

There were so many cosplay outfits inside that Zhang Ze was unsure which to choose.

Choose the legal vanguard or the golden robe?
As Zhang Ze was pondering this, someone suddenly spoke from behind him.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Zhang Ze, who was about to disguise himself as Lao Tang to negotiate with someone, was startled. He took a few steps back and looked back to see that the person who came was actually Brother Feng.

The real Feng Ge.

"How did you get in?" Zhang Ze asked incredulously.

Lin Feng said casually, "Enter the password."

"The lock outside the door seems to be a numerical puzzle; it can be opened by arranging the right numbers."

"I noticed that the marks on it seemed to be used frequently, so I used the 'There is only one truth' talisman that you left me, senior brother, and then I got the correct password."

"You're so lucky, you got it in one ten-pull?" Zhang Ze asked.

Old Tang's talismans were unreliable, especially when calculating advanced forbidden techniques and causal relationships related to powerful cultivators; the success rate was incredibly low.

It's dozens of times harder than getting a gold item in a single draw.

Zhang Ze only left ten of the "Truth Has Only One Talisman" talismans for Lin Feng.

Ten consecutive wins with gold coins, I can only say that he truly lives up to his reputation as Brother Feng.

But to his surprise, Brother Feng shook his head, "I only used half a sheet."

Zhang Ze, "?"

After a long silence, Zhang Ze gave up thinking.

"Never mind that, let's not talk about that. So how did you find this place?" Zhang Ze asked another question.

Even setting aside the forbidden spells here, the location of this mechanism is exceptionally difficult to find.

Aside from the heavily guarded main gate and elevator, the only way to infiltrate is through the twisted, complex, and trap-filled pipework.

He didn't understand how Brother Feng found him so quickly.

Lin Feng scratched his face. "Let's take the stairs."

Zhang Ze, "?"

Zhang Ze: "Which staircase is it? The one by the main entrance?"

Lin Feng: "Yes, that's the way. There are signs all the way. Just follow the signs and you'll get here soon."

Zhang Ze: "Then how did you know I was here?"

Although he left a letter for Brother Feng, the letter did not specify where he was going.

Lin Feng shook his head. "I don't know. I just followed my instincts. I saw something in this place called the Mechanism Hub, so I came here to try my luck. I didn't expect my senior brother to be here."

"Where are the guards?" Zhang Ze asked again. "Didn't the guards stop you?"

Speaking of guards, Lin Feng suddenly slapped his forehead, "I forgot because you interrupted me, senior brother. I came to find you because I have important business."

"The festival has already begun, and now almost all the dinosaurs in the city have gone there, even the guards here."

"I came to find you to ask if you're going or not."

"Now there are only some automatic patrolling mechanical puppets left here. One of them has already recognized me as its master. It was it that helped me make things easier and distracted the other patrolling mechanical puppets."

As he spoke, Lin Feng stepped aside, revealing the round thing behind him.

An oval-shaped metal dinosaur egg painted white.

The metal dinosaur egg had three holes cut into it, and two large feet protruded from the bottom hole. Two red eyes were looking Zhang Ze up and down through the long, narrow opening in the middle.

"Alright, let's go to the Dragon Arena."

Zhang Ze sighed and decided to stop dwelling on the matter. He gestured for Feng Ge to lead the way.

He planned to borrow Feng Ge's luck.

Who knows, you might just find a gold nugget as soon as you step outside.

"By the way, why is the festival starting so soon?" Zhang Ze asked as he walked.

Lin Feng explained, "Because the first ceremony of the festival needs to be completed before dawn."

Zhang Ze, "So early?"

"Because they want to worship the sun and watch the sunrise."

"Although there is no sun here, they drew inspiration from ancient books and prepared a strange ritual."

Lin Feng said, recalling the information he had gathered.

Zhang Ze: "What ceremony?"

Lin Feng, "Seeing the two children, he took a day off."

Zhang Ze, "?"

Just as Zhang Ze was about to ask about the details of the sunrise viewing ceremony, a loud bang suddenly came from the Dragon Fighting Arena.

Dragon Fighting Arena.

These kinds of places seem to be the same all over the world. They are basically circular buildings, with bloodthirsty warriors in the center and bloodthirsty spectators sitting in the surrounding stands.

But today was different; even the most bloodthirsty audience felt fear.

The anomaly occurred somewhat suddenly. Everything had been normal just moments before, but for some unknown reason, the son of Lord Shang suddenly launched a violent attack.

With a single move, it killed three powerful individuals of the same level as it.

However, the three most powerful figures in the entire Shan Hai world, namely the Fear Saint, Xiaoyaozi, and the Giant, have all disappeared without a trace for some unknown reason.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward to stop it or ask what was wrong with it.

The son of Lord Shang stood in the center of the arena, with the mummified corpse of a Mo family dragon beneath his feet.

The corpse was covered in black, thorn-like chains. As the chains tightened, the dragon's flesh and essence transformed into primal power, flowing into the body of Shang Jun's son. At the very top of the stands, a military strategist's sea dragon unleashed a torrent that crashed down upon Shang Jun's son.

However, before the torrent even got close, it was torn apart by a black spatial rift.

The black net that formed from the rift appeared beside the sea dragon.

This military strategist, who made the move, seems destined to suffer the same fate as that dried corpse.

But the next moment, a golden light descended from the sky, shattering the black net into dust.

The giant axe pierced the earth, and the Grand Master stood on the axe handle, looking up at the son of Lord Shang.

Without a word, it threw out several giant dragon heads with distorted faces.

"Is it worth it? Paying such a price just to stall me for a moment?"

These heads all belonged to the Legalist masters who came here with Shang Yang's son to participate in the sacrificial ceremony.

"Why wouldn't it be worth it? All of this sacrifice is worth it." At this moment, the son of Lord Shang's eyes had turned black, and his dark pupils reflected the shadows of all the dragons present.

Instead of continuing its attack, it suddenly brought up some old stories.

“Every Shang Yang of the Legalist school met a bad end. My father and my ancestors either died at the hands of the fearsome sage, or were killed by the machinations of your Mohist school, or were killed by any one of you.”

"Logically speaking, killing is commonplace, and I shouldn't hold a grudge, after all, it's the etiquette and rules of our Shan Hai."

"But, is some of this killing really necessary?"

It looked around at the dragons and asked.

"The art of space requires talent to learn, and only my clan in the entire mountain and sea can inherit this art."

"Because of this law of space, you fear me! You envy me!"
"You are afraid, afraid that my clan's magic will go out of control and destroy this mountain and sea suspended in the void!"

"You're jealous! Jealous that you can't grasp the key that might allow you to leave the mountains and seas!"

"You want to kill my entire race! But you can't bear to give up my race's talents!"

"I'm absolutely right!"

Its sound was deafening.

Faced with the questioning from Shang Yang's son, the entire Dragon Arena fell silent, and the surviving leaders of various factions all wore somewhat gloomy expressions.

Several people wanted to argue, but for a moment they didn't know where to begin.

Because what Shang Yang's son said was true.

The Grand Master readily admitted, "I have no idea how the previous generations of Fear Saints and Xiaoyaozi discussed things."

"But as far as I'm concerned, I've always advocated for the expulsion of your Legalist school."

"Because I felt you were uncontrollable, and the facts have proven that you are indeed uncontrollable."

The giant shook its head, as if trying to shake off something dirty, and then continued speaking.

"If it weren't for the opposition from the Holy One and the neutrality of Xiaoyaozi, this disaster wouldn't have happened today."

"Whether it's revenge or venting, no matter who gets involved, only one of us can live today."

Do you have any last words?

The Grand Master pulled the great axe from the ground and pointed it at the son of Lord Shang.

Suddenly, Shang Yang's son burst into laughter, his laughter like the thunder of war drums.

It ignored the giant, instead surveying the dragons and laughing for a long time before speaking.

"I have received the inheritance of the gods from beyond the realm and have mastered the method to leave the mountains and seas and go to that true world."

"Now, kill it. I'll take the dragon that made the move and leave with it!"

After saying that, its already dark blue skin suddenly began to wriggle, as if a monster was about to burst out of its body.

In the blink of an eye, its flesh disintegrated, and twisted black tentacles coiled and surged upwards.

The tentacles spread out at the highest point, like an emperor's umbrella, like a dark cloud, like an ancient tree.

Black tentacles drooped down from the dark clouds, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of this mysterious mountain and sea realm.

At the same time, the aura of Shang Jun's son also reached its limit.

Although the scene was bizarre, all the dinosaurs present sensed an aura they had never seen before from those black tentacles.

With the aid of spatial magic, they vaguely saw a scene of the world beyond the mountains and seas.
A giant pink tree?

Whatever it is, it's something that doesn't exist in the mountains and seas.

"How about we take a gamble?"

For some inexplicable reason, all the dragons present looked at the giant, and although they did not make a move, their eyes were somewhat strange.

The situation has suddenly reversed, and now the tycoon is suddenly all alone.

The son of Shang Jun, who had already transformed into some kind of flesh and blood monster, raised his forelimbs, which had grown claws, and pointed at the Grand Master.

"Do you have any last words?"

The giant left no last words, nor did he express any regret or fear.

Because this is simply a matter of course.

It's just a different choice.

If you're killed, you die; it's the same for everyone.

The giant axe transformed into a heavy golden shield.

'Where exactly is that idiot Xiaoyaozi?'

Thinking of that hateful face, the giant raised his giant shield to meet the black lightning.

However, the anticipated shock did not materialize.

Because another ray of light came from the sky.

A yellow figure stood between the Grand Master and the son of Lord Shang.

From behind, it looks like a dragon, but the giant could not discern its origin.

Because it doesn't remember which dragon in these mountains and seas could be so fat.

This fat dragon is not Ah Li.

It is Zhang Ze, whose transformation failed.

Zhang Ze, who originally planned to make a low-key appearance as the Haotian Golden Palace Primordial Myriad Laws Profound Sect Demon-Slaying True Immortal, forgot that he also had his personal wardrobe open.

The randomly generated illusions are somewhat idiotic.

By the time Zhang Ze realized what was happening, it was too late. The skin's built-in entrance sound effect resounded throughout the entire Dragon Arena.

"I am the Milk Dragon! I am the Milk Dragon!"

(End of this chapter)