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Chapter 112 Controlling Space

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    Later, the Dragon Riders and Yier also joined the battlefield. The Dragon Riders wanted to get the golden sculpture, while Yier wanted to protect the statues of Beirodis and Estes.

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

    Zhang Debiao stood on the sidelines and watched for a while, thinking whether he would have to take a dip in the muddy water, when suddenly the little mute tugged at his skirt, pointed to the magic circle in the sacrificial hall, and then walked over.

    Zhang Debiao was puzzled, and quickly followed her. The little girl stood beside the magic circle, looking 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 in size, and has stopped functioning due to exhaustion of energy.

    Zhang Debiao watched carefully for a while, and saw a groove in 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 in the ring and put it in the groove.  This magic core was left by Prince Nanming's mount, Lei Ying, after being dragged into the space ring by Xiao Hei and killed. Zhang Debiao kept it in storage, intending to use it to fuse the spirit essence.

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

    The magic circle got the energy from the magic core, and immediately started to operate, making a buzzing sound.  Suddenly a white light flashed, and Zhang Debiao felt the space distorted, and the world was spinning. When he opened his eyes, he had come to a wonderful space.

    He is the only one in this space, it is empty, and he is standing on a slender stone step suspended in the air.  Looking up, there is a small throne at the end of the stone steps, and there is a man who looks like a magician sitting on the throne, looking at him.

    "Strange, how can there be people in such a ghostly place? I thought the magic circle in the sacrificial hall was to send people out, but I didn't expect it to come here"

    Zhang Debiao walked forward along the stone steps, and saw that the face on the throne gradually became clear. It was a white-haired old man, wearing a purple dragon embroidered magic robe with a sun embroidered on it, sitting on the throne.  It seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive.

    The magician¡¯s robes use stars, clouds, and moons to represent their identities. The stars embroidered on the robes indicate that they are magicians within tenth level, and the leisurely white clouds embroidered on them indicate that they are magisters.  Already at the level of a holy magician.

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

    "Dear Mr. Magician, what 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 was turned into ashes, leaving only  The next throne!

    Zhang Debiao was stunned, and then suddenly realized.

    The old man must have been dead for many years, because he was in this enclosed space without air circulation, so he looked lifelike. He said a word, and the air vibrated, and the old man's body turned into dust.

    "Could it be that this old man is also a saint who went to the abyss to defend against demons from outside the territory during the Holy Yuan calendar? If it is a holy wizard, there should be a statue of him outside."

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

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

    Obviously, the ancestor of the little girl was the orc swordsman who was ordered by the Emperor of Magic to guard this space. After the death of that swordsman, his tribe thrived in this battlefield space and guarded here for generations.  There are many secrets handed down.

    This little girl is also the golden Beamon of the orc race, and she must have known what her ancestors wanted to protect for generations, and she would definitely not be aimless if she came in, and there is nothing else in this space except for the stone steps and this throne.

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

    Zhang Debiao stopped his gaze on the throne, and saw that the throne was made of unknown material, neither gold, iron, nor wood.

    The back of the throne is covered with reliefs of all kinds of powerful monsters, such as giant dragons, hell dogs, nine-headed dragons, chikui beasts, goat demons, fierce apes, fire phoenixes, etc. These reliefs are lifelike and exude an ancient and wild atmosphere, which makes him  In a daze, I thought that these tyrannical monsters were living creatures, sealed in this throne forcibly!

    "Seal these extremely tyrannical beasts? ?The size of the province's territory, being able to accommodate such a large place in it, is indeed enough to be called an artifact.

    He has only heard of such illusory things as artifacts, but has never seen them, not even the royal families of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and Nanming Dynasty. Zhang Debiao is not sure whether this throne is an artifact.

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

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

    If someone else gets this throne, I am afraid it will 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 saints' fists, and there are not only thousands of saints' fists, but also the magical remnants left by the holy magister, and there are four to five hundred golden statues  , This in itself is an incomparably huge treasury of martial arts! Magicians and warriors come here and often try to think about it, and they must enter the country quickly! Moreover, this space is so vast, it is almost the same size as a province of the empire, and hundreds of thousands of people live there.  Now, it is absolutely possible for all the clansmen to enter and live here, and it is more than enough!"

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

    "I'm not in a hurry to go out now, I'll take advantage of the saint's fist and divine sense here to raise my cultivation level to a higher level!" Thinking of this, Zhang Debiao immediately said to a tiger who was chasing and killing the swamp Yuanlong: "Thai!  Brother, leave me some dragon crystals!"

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