"It seems that you are here to bring me a magical weapon."
When Xu Zhi entered the ruins, he felt that the direction he entered had shifted slightly.
This was a collision guided by spirit, which caused him to escape from the position he should have entered.
If Xu Zhi is unwilling to accept this kind of treatment, he only needs to have a mental collision with the other party when entering to escape from the direction guided by the other party.
Compared with the last time he entered the Dragon Ruins, Xu Zhi had obviously noticed something strange.
He didn't make the slightest change, and then heard Deken's familiar voice.
"Not bad." Xu Zhi nodded and said, "I'm also looking forward to the dragon mushrooms you have here."
Looking up, Xu Zhi saw Deken and many old mages with chicken skin and white hair.
At this time, everyone was controlling the crystal ball, and the state of the entrants was constantly showing in the crystal ball.
This allowed Xu Zhi to start appointing people on his side.
"You only have nine people, and the rest are outsiders who want to break in."
At this time, everyone was still waiting on the spot and did not take any private actions, which formed a sharp contrast with other entrants.
Deken said casually, stretched out his hand, and a portal lit up in the venue. The crystal dragons who had been prepared roared and walked through the portal immediately.
Obviously, Deken doesn't like the interruption from outsiders.
Several old mages even let out sinister laughter.
Having been trapped in this bitter cold land for thousands of years, their mentality has long been inferior to that of normal people. They are like dead trees. Only limited activities occasionally make them happy. Dissecting outsiders is obviously a hobby of some of them.
At this time, Xu Zhi also bowed to Paiding Jia, who was in charge of the mountain fortress.
If he had enough time this time, he would have to rely on the magical power that these old mages were good at.
The talents of the juniors and sisters are not like Gu Yuxi's ability to predict the future. Don't feel the pain when it takes shape.
If anyone is willing, he will also give a little help.
And Xu Zhi needs Deken's help even more.
Three years have passed, and he is not the master who never had the stick intention back then. At this time, he has more understanding.
If the scene of ruins colliding with the big world can be presented again, the artistic conception of stick skills will obviously improve to a certain extent.
He was sitting on the ground. As he continued to come in and out, Xu Zhi dragged out a huge sword, a huge shield, a helmet like a bathtub, and several meters of armor one by one.
This huge armor weighs one ton and cannot be worn by ordinary people.
Only when it is transformed into a divine weapon can it be qualified to be controlled by others.
"I never expected to see the complete accessories of this artifact."
Deken stroked the huge Titan Sword, his face looked extremely satisfied.
Except for being a little older, these accessories were still the same as he had seen before, without any changes.
"I heard that this set of artifacts needs to be worn on a Titan and constantly bathed in thunder and lightning before it can take shape," Xu Zhi said curiously.
"Yes." Deken nodded: "That is the most normal way of fusion, but if it is strong enough, there is no problem in bathing in thunder and lightning yourself."
Deken unbuttoned his coat, and in just a moment, his body had already swelled.
From a two-meter-tall human being, he quickly rose to three meters, then four meters, five meters, six meters...
Until his head hit the ceiling of the hall, he arched his back and bent his body.
At this time, Xu Zhi also began to see the opponent's legs flashing with blue light.
"I didn't expect you to be from the djinn clan," Xu Zhi said.
"It's just a hybrid. You can switch between djinn and humans."
Deken buckled on the Titan armor, put the Thor's helmet on his head, held the Titan sword in his hand, and raised the Patronus shield. He felt it for a while, then put down many accessories and retracted into his human form.
"It's not in vain that I've waited for you all these years."
This was obviously a successful inspection, and Deken was extremely satisfied.
The two didn't have much interaction when they first met. Everything was a mutual investment, and now they have gained some basic trust.
At this time, Deken waved his hand, and some old mages immediately began to shuttle through the portal to pick up people.
Some bottles and cans were also taken out by Deken.
"You have collected so many dragon mushrooms."
Xu Zhi looked at the various blue, yellow, black, red, purple, and green dragon soul grasses, and felt that Deken was too responsible. How many dead relatives of the dragon had been taken out, and how many dragons died under his hands back then.
How many.
"It was pretty quick to find mushrooms at Xiaolong's place. I pulled some out here and there."
"This thing is not worth much use. Dragons have too little spiritual energy. Relying on digesting dragon mushrooms is not as stable as cultivating it."
Seemingly studying how Xu Zhi and others used it, Deken seemed a little unimpressed and completely disdainful of the way Xu Zhi and others obtained spiritual power.
"You're right." Xu Zhi nodded and said, "It's just that our outsiders' life spans are too short and we can't survive like you."
If he could live for a thousand years, Xu Zhi felt that his mental power would be quite strong.
He took a bottle of wine, put the Dragon Soul Grass in it and shook it, when he saw people starting to come through the portal one after another.
"Just find a place to sit, and wait for the Dragon Soul Grass to melt, then drink it hard," Xu Zhi raised his hand and said.
"Hahaha, gah~"
Li Duohuang looked at Tanu who was talking to Xu Zhi, and she seemed to understand something.
If we had known that these two guys knew each other, why would they have escaped so quickly and missed the next big medicine?
Fortunately, she believed Xu Zhi this time and followed her. Looking at the various containers containing wine and dragon soul grass in front of her, she couldn't help but feel a little short of breath.
She has seen the genius treasure and the dragon soul grass.
But she has never seen such a big medicine turned into a banquet, where several people can drink freely.
Even the Northern Palace does not have such extravagant behavior.
Not only her, but also the calm Tuo Guhong was also surprised.
Only the Yan family seemed to have gotten used to it and looked calm about the situation.
Some people even started to use mental tactics, hoping to get a good start when absorbing them.
"It's interesting. Is this your outside wine?"
Deken didn't have much interest in Dragon Soul Grass, but he was slightly interested in the spirits that Xu Zhi kept taking out.
Not only him, but also some old mages were licking their tongues.
After Xu Zhi handed over a bottle, Deken sniffed it, hesitated, and then took a sip.
"What's the name of this wine?" asked Deken.
"The specialty wine in our country seems to be a variety of Shaodaozi wine."
Before he came, he ordered some high-quality wine.
Xu Zhi looked at Deken's slightly red face and the flash of water in his eyes, and felt that his condition was not much better when he drank.
"You guys are so enthusiastic about the Shao Knife wine."
Deken shook his head and felt that his throat was filled with an explosive impact of flames. His dull stomach quickly started to churn, and his head was also warm.
This is a pleasant but painful feeling.
The effects of alcohol's psychedelic effects are far faster than the magical scenes they can detect.
Deken vaguely seemed to see his mother, whom he had not seen for many years.
He shook the bottle, took a few more sips, and began to cry bitterly while holding the bottle.
"No more wine than me."
Looking at Deken who was crying and crying, Xu Zhi felt that his state after being drunk was much better.
"It's rare to see Master Deken crying so embarrassingly. Please record it quickly."
Paradin, who was so idle, called out, and all the old mages immediately came over.
"This wine is better than magic."
While relying on the crystal to take notes, an old mage also took a bottle of wine from Xu Zhi's hand and began to drink the first sip.
The initial impact was not very obvious, but after half a bottle of wine, his body started to shake.
"Hahaha, I feel like I can punch through this damn old world with just one punch."
The old mage was chatting like a teenager, holding his staff in his left hand and a wine bottle in his right, and he started cursing at the ceiling.
"I want to become a god."
"I want to ask you why you want to turn our wonderful world into this."
"I want to know the truth."
"I don't want to be your marionette, I don't want to bear the shackles of the world's destruction, and I don't want to be locked in this world..."
His angry curses were accompanied by dull cries, and some old mages couldn't help but become silent. Even Paradin, who was recording Deken, also stopped.
"We have been trapped here for a thousand and ninety-two years," Paladin asked in a low voice.
"Yes, we don't have much life left," an old mage responded.
When he was speaking, he saw the drunken old mage's body tilted, and then he stopped talking and sat down slowly, leaning on his staff.
"Ascher's spirit was numbed by wine, and he died in a drunken dream."
Someone whispered.
No matter what kind of reputation you had during your lifetime, or how superb your methods were, when your lifespan comes, you will inevitably be unable to do anything for the heavens, and become nothing more than a piece of loess, with nothing to do behind you.
The old mages seem to have become accustomed to death.
Eskel's death is relatively happy.
Some old mages pursed their lips vigorously to stop the desire in their mouths.
As a bit of magic flame ignited, Eskel's body quickly began to burn in the firelight.
"The endurance of our world and yours seems to have reached its limit," Paradin said.
"Limit?" Xu Zhi said.
"Escape, detach, fight... There is not much time left, and there are not many choices left!"
He sighed slightly.
In the firelight, he seemed to see his own destiny.