Barbarian Throne

Later, the Dragoon Forbidden Army and Yiel also joined the battlefield. The Dragoon Forbidden Army wanted to obtain the golden sculpture, while Yiel wanted to protect the statues of Belodis and Estes.

Brother Tai stared at the green dragons and the swamp dragons and drooled. Suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore and rushed into the battlefield, heading straight for a green dragon.

Zhang Debiao stood aside and watched for a moment, wondering if he had to wade into the muddy water. Suddenly, the little mute tugged on his lapel, pointed to the magic circle in the sacrificial hall, and then walked over.

Zhang Debiao was confused and quickly followed her. The little girl stood beside the magic circle and looked up at him anxiously. Zhang Debiao's heart moved, he walked to the middle of the magic circle and looked around.

This magic circle is almost the same as the altar in the Lost Swamp, but it is much smaller and has stopped functioning due to exhaustion of energy.

Zhang Debiao watched carefully for a moment and saw a groove on the stone niche in the center of the altar, which should be a place for placing magic cores or energy crystals. After thinking about it, he took out the fifth-level magic core from the ring and placed it in the groove. This magic core was left behind by Prince Nan Ming's mount Thunder Eagle, which was dragged into the space ring and killed by Xiao Hei. Zhang Debiao has been storing it, intending to use it to fuse the divine essence.

But now, he still wants to see what this magic circle does.

This magic circle received the energy from the magic core and immediately started to operate, making a buzzing sound. Suddenly there was a flash of white light, and Zhang Debiao felt that the space was distorted and the world was spinning. When he opened his eyes, he had arrived in a wonderful space.

He was the only one in this space. It was empty, with neither the sky nor the ground. A slender stone step was suspended in the air, and he was standing on the stone step. Looking up, there was a small throne connected to the end of the stone steps, and a man who looked like a magician was sitting on the throne, looking at him.

"Strange, why are there people in such a ghost place? I thought the magic circle in the sacrificial hall was to teleport people out, but I didn't expect it to be teleported here..."

Zhang Debiao walked forward along the stone steps, and saw the face on the throne gradually becoming clearer. It was a white-haired old man, wearing a purple magic robe embroidered with dragons, with a sun embroidered on the robe, sitting on the throne. It seems that he is waiting for someone to arrive.

Magicians' robes use stars, clouds, and moons to represent their identities respectively. Stars embroidered on the robes indicate that they are magicians within the tenth level. Leisurely white clouds embroidered on the robes indicate that they are magisters. As for the moon embroidered on them, Already at the level of a holy magician.

It was the first time that Zhang Debiao saw the sun symbol on the magic robe, and he didn't know what level it represented.

"Dear Mr. Magician, where is this place..." Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the old man's body suddenly turned into dust and dissipated in this space. Even the magic robe turned into ashes, leaving only Next throne!

Zhang Debiao was stunned, and then suddenly realized.

The old man must have been dead for an unknown number of years. Because he was in this closed space with no air circulation, he looked lifelike. When he said a word, the air vibrated, and the old man's body turned into dust.

"Is this old man also a saint who went to the abyss to defend against the demons from outside the realm during the Holy Yuan Calendar? If he is a saint magician, there should be a statue of him outside."

Zhang Debiao recalled that he did not see the statue of the old man outside, which meant that the old man did not die at that time, but died on this throne later.

He quickly put the matter aside and instead thought about why the little girl let him enter this space.

Obviously, the little girl's ancestor is the beast sword master who was ordered by the Magic Emperor to guard this space. After the sword master died, his tribe thrived in this battlefield space and guarded it for generations. It will definitely There are quite a few secrets passed down.

This little girl is also the Golden Behemoth of the Orcs. She must also know what her ancestors have been trying to protect for generations, and letting her in will definitely not be without purpose. Besides the stone steps and this throne, there is nothing else in this space.

"There must be no secrets on the stone steps, so the only thing left is this throne..."

Zhang Debiao stopped at the throne and saw that the throne was made of an unknown material. It was neither gold nor iron nor wood.

The backrest of the throne is covered with reliefs of various powerful monsters, such as giant dragons, hellhounds, nine-headed dragons, Kui beasts, goat demons, fierce apes, fire phoenixes, etc. These reliefs are lifelike and exude the atmosphere of ancient wilderness, which makes him I vaguely thought that these tyrannical monsters were living creatures, forcibly sealed in this throne!

"Seal these extremely tyrannical monsters?" Zhang Debiao shook his head and said with a smile: "This is absolutely impossible!"

Any of these monsters are comparable to the six-winged golden light. Brother Tai is so powerful before he reaches adulthood. It shows how powerful these monsters are. It is simply impossible to seal them in a throne.

On the armrests on both sides, there are two small fire dragons, with the dragon heads at the ends of the armrests.

He turned around and sat on the throne, gently lowering his hands just enough to hold the dragon's head.

The moment he sat down, Zhang Debiao suddenly felt that his mental power was flowing uncontrollably into the armrest. The loss was getting faster and faster, and his mental power was drained away in the blink of an eye!

Outside the sacrificial hall, Prince Nan Ming and the Dragon Riding Forbidden Army were still fighting endlessly for the golden statues. Brother Tai finally got his wish and caught the green dragon Camille. He smiled ferociously and planned to use it to beat its teeth as a sacrifice. Suddenly he seemed to feel something and quickly took the fat dragon. Throw it aside, rush up into the sky, and look around.

I saw the magical elements of this mysterious plane surging crazily at this moment, swarming towards the sacrificial hall. The six elements of earth, water, wind, fire, light and darkness formed a sea of ​​clouds in the sky, churning endlessly and with terrifying momentum. It was worse than any forbidden spell. All scary!

Suddenly a violent bright light flashed, and everyone who was fighting stopped. They waited until the light dissipated before opening their eyes. Looking around, I saw that they had unexpectedly appeared in the valley of the Lost Swamp. Where were those people around? Golden statues and sacrificial halls?

Not only was the wealth gone, but the Hundred Saints battlefield was also gone!

What's even more terrifying is that the mysterious altar in the Lost Swamp Valley has also disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared!

The mercenary group that was originally trapped in that plane now appeared in disorder in the valley, looking around blankly.

"How could it disappear? How could it..." The Lord of Macedonia rushed to the place where the altar disappeared, turning around and saying in despair.

This time he went out in full force and used all the strength of the Macedonian family, but he suffered the greatest loss and gained nothing. It was unbearable for a while.

Prince Nan Ming felt a little disappointed, but when he saw that others also got nothing, he felt much relieved: "No one got the treasure this time, but I got the biggest benefit, three legendary weapons... Hey, that The remnants of the barbarians and the beast tribe have not come out, are they already dead? "

Prince Nanming looked around but could not find Zhang Debiao, and sighed: "It's a pity that he didn't die in my hands..." At this time, the Nanming general came to him and whispered: "Your Highness, my Marsh Dragon has not come out... "

Prince Nanming was shocked when he realized that the Marsh Dragon had disappeared. Not only that, the green dragon of the Dragon Riding Forbidden Army had also disappeared. Several Dragon Riding Forbidden Army stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do.

Everyone in the valley quickly dispersed, and only some people who still had illusions were still looking here, but couldn't find anything, so they reluctantly left.

In that mysteriously disappearing space, after the magic riot, a throne slowly emerged from the magic circle in the sacrificial hall, and Zhang Debiao was sitting in the middle of the throne, with an unbelievable look on his face.

When he put his hands on the throne and the dragon's head, the moment his mental energy was drained, he really thought that he would be played to death by this throne, but at the same time, he also had a wonderful feeling, as if he had become a mysterious figure at that moment. The master of the surface has everything in his hands!

This feeling only lasted for a moment, and then his mental power was exhausted and he could no longer grasp that feeling.

Now this throne seems to be connected with his flesh and blood. Through the throne, he can sense any changes in this mysterious plane, as if this plane is part of the throne.

Zhang Debiao's face was pale, and his mental strength had not yet recovered. He struggled to get up and staggered down from the throne.

The little mute hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Brother Tai landed on his shoulder and looked around curiously. Then he found that the green dragon and the swamp dragon were still there, and he immediately jumped on him happily: "Little cuties, here I come!"

When the throne recognized its owner, all the people and creatures in the space were teleported out by the law of space. At that time, Zhang Debiao barely had control of the throne, leaving only the little mute, Brother Tai, and a certain giant dragon that the tiger longed for.

"If I can keep Prince Geshu, why don't I just ravage him as much as I want? Unfortunately, by the time I take control of this throne, it's already too late... Everything here is mine now!"

Zhang Debiao stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the space, and his mind was filled with thoughts: "Can a plane be included in it? Could it be that this throne is an artifact?"

The space of this plane is not large, but it is the size of a province in the empire. Being able to contain such a large place in it is indeed enough to be called an artifact.

He had only heard of such illusory things as artifacts, but had never seen them before. Not even the royal families of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and Southern Ming Dynasty had them. Zhang Debiao was not sure whether this throne was an artifact.

If it is an artifact, its effect is too small, it has no attack power and only a huge space. If it is not an artifact, its space is too big. There are mountains, rivers and forests, which can support the growth of all things and the reproduction of human beings. It is like a complete world!

The space ring is also extremely precious, but the space is small and cannot support the growth of all things.

If someone else got this throne, it might not be of much use, but Zhang Debiao quickly thought of the wonderful use of this throne space.

"In the holy land of Tanya Temple, there are only twelve Saint Fist Intentions, but here there are not only thousands of Saint Fist Intentions, but also the magical remnants left by the Holy Magister, and there are four to five hundred golden statues , this is an extremely huge treasure trove of martial arts! Magicians and warriors come here and often speculate, and they must advance quickly! Moreover, this space is so vast, it is almost the same size as a province in the empire, and there are hundreds of thousands of people living there! It’s completely possible for all clan members to live here, and it’s more than enough!”

In Zhang Debiao's heart, what is valuable is not this mysterious throne, but the plane within the throne!

"There is no rush to go out now. I will first use the saint's fist and mind to improve my cultivation to a higher level!" Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao immediately said to a tiger that was chasing the swamp abyssal dragon: "Tai Brother, leave me some dragon crystals!”

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I fell asleep last night, overslept, and failed to fulfill my promise. I deserve death...