"What is that? I saw my second uncle and big brother's souls being sucked away by that book." The Red Dragon opened its eyes wide and looked at the Dragon Cultivation Book in horror.
No! I have to tell the elders in the clan about this. That book can swallow the souls of dragons. There must be something wrong.
The Red Dragon slowly retreated, its eyes flashing.
"It saw it?"
Gao Peng turned his head and said with a frown.
Now the ability of Dragon Slayer couldn't be exposed.
"Master, it came just now and was stopped by Abba, but it should have seen everything," Dumb said without the slightest emotion.
This dragon was from the dragon clan. If it went back and gossiped … he might get into some big trouble.
The dragon clan was a big clan. Under the dragon clan, there were many small dragon clans, such as the Yellow Dragon, White Dragon, Black Dragon, Red Dragon, Winged Dragon, Black Dragon, and so on.
These were all Mythical Beast clans.
Gao Peng licked his dry lips.
"Clean it up, don't leave any traces."
Dumb nodded. At the same time, not only Dumb, Xiao Huang, and the Dragon Ant disappeared at the same time. The Dragon Cultivation Book also appeared on top of the Red Dragon's head.
The pages of the book opened, and a golden light fell.
The Red Dragon was just about to spit out dragon's breath when it felt its body suddenly become weak. It couldn't spit out flames and finally sneezed.
Dumb landed quietly on the Red Dragon's back. Five knife-like fingers easily penetrated the flesh of the Red Dragon's back.
"Please don't kill me."
The Red Dragon knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Its voice was mournful, and its dignity was thrown to the back of its mind.
It wasn't that the Red Dragon didn't want to resist, but it was weakened by the Dragon Cultivation Book and couldn't face Xiao Huang alone, let alone three Quasi Gods.
"I'll sign a contract with you. I'm willing to be your familiar," the Red Dragon said quickly.
Gao Peng smiled faintly. With the Dragon Cultivation Book, he didn't need a dragon type familiar.
Even Gao Peng, who kept the Red Dragon in the Dragon Cultivation Book, thought it was a little weak.
The eight dragons in the Dragon Cultivation Book were carefully selected by White Paper. They were the remnant souls of the eight most powerful dragon-type familiars in the area of the World Vortex Battlefield.
At their peak, each of them was much stronger than this Level 93 little Red Dragon.
"Isn't it good to live a good life? Why are you so curious?"
Gao Peng yawned. Like other monsters, who would come to check out the commotion here?
They all knew that this was Gao Peng's territory. No matter what happened, they wouldn't come here to peek.
This was because sometimes, seeing something that one shouldn't see would only cause both sides to turn into enemies.
"Gao Yue Yue is really a ruthless person." Da Zi watched from the back and was secretly speechless.
The Red Dragons were completely wiped out.
After swallowing the red dragon, the progress of the dragon's physical body in the internal space of the Dragon Cultivation Book sped up a lot.
"Master, we seem to have found a vein of ore."
Dumb walked over and said to Gao Peng. Those ghouls were all revived by Dumb. As long as something happened, Dumb would know immediately.
When Gao Peng rushed over, he saw that the area had been dug into a huge pit.
The depth of the pit wasn't too deep. If it was too deep, it wouldn't be good for transporting soil, so the ghouls' excavation spread out on a flat surface.
In one of the areas that had just been excavated, the soil layer was broken. From the exposed fault, pieces of dark red ore could be seen.
Dumb took the lead and plucked a piece of ore. After confirming that there was no danger, he handed it to Gao Peng.
Taking the ore, Gao Peng weighed it gently in his palm.
The weight of the ore was much lighter than Gao Peng had imagined.
Of course, the lightness here was relative, relative to iron of the same volume.
The ore gave off a faint fishy smell. Gao Peng was very familiar with this smell. It was the smell of blood.
The dark red ore seemed to have been fished out of blood.
Xiao Huang secretly saw this ore from behind and couldn't help but think of what he had done that day. With a guilty conscience, he withdrew his gaze, coughed, and calmly walked past Gao Peng.
"Xiao Huang." Gao Peng's voice sounded from behind.
Xiao Huang's body suddenly trembled and he quivered.
"Here!"
"Come over and take a look. Is this the ore you saw before?" Gao Peng threw the dark red ore in his hand to Xiao Huang.
Xiao Huang secretly glanced at Gao Peng. After confirming that he was indeed not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay!"
Goldie pretended to play with the ore for a while.
In fact, he had recognized the ore at first glance.
"This is it." Xiao Huang nodded slowly, pretending to be a little old man.
"That's good." Gao Peng nodded.
"Is this a vein of ore?" Gao Peng stood at the edge of the pit and looked down from the sky.
At the edge of the fractured soil layer, pieces of ore covered in mud were exposed.
"It should be a vein of ore." Dumb wasn't sure.
"Collect these ores separately. Oh right, don't damage them." Gao Peng still remembered that Xiao Huang had damaged the ore.
If these ores were damaged, they would dissipate into the air.
Gao Peng didn't know if this ore was the ore that the King of Robotics needed, but after digging for so long, this was the only vein they had found. Gao Peng felt that it should be the case.
There were too few ores in this World Vortex Battlefield. There weren't as many ores as the King of Robotics had said at the beginning.
After giving the order, Gao Peng lay back on the old man's chair and slowly rocked up and down.
.....
A month passed. The black coffin buried in the soil kept shaking.
The ink-like darkness spread outwards with the coffin as the center.
The soil kept wriggling. A grayish-white stone coffin emerged from the soil.
Huh.
Gao Peng remembered that the coffin was black when it was buried, but now it was grayish-white.
As if all the nutrients had been sucked dry.
Clang.
Cold light flashed. Two sharp long swords pierced the side of the coffin.
With a gentle tear, the coffin was torn open from the middle.
A black shadow lingering in the same place expanded rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, it expanded to a height of 1.6 meters.
The lower body had no legs. It was like a thick black fog. The lower it went, the lighter the color of the black fog until it disappeared completely and merged into the space.
The higher it went, the darker the black fog. The upper body was covered in black armor. Black fog spread from the gaps of the armor.
The front half of the left and right arms had completely turned into sharp swords.
Cold light flashed. The swords were slanted and almost touched the ground. The length was about the same as the height.
It didn't look special. But if you looked at the Liguang, you would be attracted by its swords at first glance.
The swords were sharp and covered with complicated patterns. Just looking at these patterns would make you feel dizzy and nauseous.
And the blades were twisted. Both sides were extremely sharp. It was a bit like a strange-shaped sword.
In the middle of the sword, there was a sunken blood groove.
"Master, I'm glad I didn't fail you." The Liguang's deep voice came from its throat. Its eyes rolled around and looked around excitedly.
Mythical Grade — Fallen Black God.
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