Ten Thousand Races Invasion: I have a doomsday simulator

Chapter 79 How can the emperor of the real dragon tolerate it?
The vortex gate of phantom appeared in front of the black-robed Yang Tian out of thin air, like a grand banquet, and he was pre-invited to attend.

The black-robed Yang Tian's pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes shone with some kind of light under the concealment of his black robe. After stopping for a few breaths, he seemed to want to understand something, so he stepped directly into it.

After entering the vortex gate, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly, as if he was in an ice cave.

Here is a dim yellow-black void, its area fully occupies half of the dead land, and the strange black wind around it keeps blowing like a broom, making people feel more suffocating than the outside world.

Dead silence, emptiness, dilapidation, this is the first impression of the black-robed Yang Tian about this place, as if he has been attacked by some irreversible destruction.

Yang Tian in black robe stood on a huge gravel, there was no complete land under his feet, and the space was composed of densely packed floating huge stones.

And the bottom is nothingness, which makes the black robe Yang Tian dare not try to jump easily, if it is the turbulent flow of space, then he has not been afraid before, he is afraid that he may enter the nothingness.

Yang Tian in the black robe can clearly feel the strange aura around him. After sensing Yang Tian's arrival, he is constantly trying to enter the body, as if he is robbing him of the control of the body.

"roll!!!"

A muffled voice burst out from the body of the black-robed Yang Tian, ​​the powerful force caused ripples in the space, and the surrounding black air seemed to be like mice seeing a cat, fleeing one after another.

The majestic Longwei made the surroundings of the black-robed Yang Tian appear in a near-vacuum state, and the gravel under his feet was unbearable, but fortunately, the black-robed Yang Tian did not fall off.

Seeing that the strange dead air was not approaching, and the black-robed Yang Tian was not sure whether he had reached the inside of the Tianzhu or was sent to other places.

After all, in the central area at this time, there is no longer the shocking pitch-black sky pillar before.

The black-robed Yang Tian now understands why the dead land is known as one of the ten most ominous secret realms in the starry sky.

The dead air permeating this space is simply not something that living creatures can bear. If a creature whose heel is not deep enough comes here, it may take a lot of energy just to walk here.

Not to mention the need to face the weird things that may appear around at any time, of course these things have no effect on the black robe Yang Tian.

In this space that seemed to end at dusk, what attracted the attention of the black-robed Yang Tian most was a dark palace in the high school in the distance.

Even after traveling for thousands of years, it was the first time that black-robed Yang Tian saw this palace described in the ancient books.

Born in dead silence, located in dusk, as strange as a shadow, as deep as a night.

That's right, this palace is very likely to be the place where the Lord of Silence, the owner of this space, lives.

Although he still doesn't know whether the Lord of Silence exists or not, the black-robed Yang Tian, ​​as the future peak powerhouse in the starry sky, still hopes to have a chance to fight with him.

"The Lord of Death? I hope it can bring me some fun."

Shallow dragon scales emerged on the face of the black-robed Yang Tian, ​​and the majesty of the king was fully revealed. The erect pupils in the dragon shape shrank slightly, which was a sign of excitement. It’s been a long time since I’ve been challenged by a strong person.

Like a blazing light, the black-robed Yang Tian turned into a phantom of a real dragon and flew straight towards the dark palace.

The surroundings ended like dusk, and it was as low as dead silence. There was no fluctuation of vitality at all, and the road was unimpeded. With the power of the black robe Yang Tian, ​​he came to the dark palace smoothly.

Taking a closer look, Yang Tian in the black robe found that although this hall did not have the luxurious atmosphere of his own palace, it was filled with thick black gas constantly floating, and it also had a refined and capable feeling.

Just when Hei Yangtian was about to get closer to the dark palace, his brows frowned slightly.

"Why, do you also want to stand in front of me?"

I saw bursts of squirming in the surrounding space, and there was a trace of displeasure in the eyes of the True Dragon Lord. He hadn't been disobedient for a long time.

A series of white figures, like mechanical stone puppets, sprung up from the space slowly, with different shapes, and their number was comparable to an army. The white light in their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were activated by something. In a few breaths, Yang Tian in black robe was surrounded.

Each of them exudes terrifying fluctuations, feeling the coercion of the person in front of them, and entering the strongest defensive posture.

"It turned out to be a team made by the mecha clan. I thought it was something."

Hei Pao Yang Tian waved his hand helplessly, and immediately saw where they came from, and then the vertical pupils hidden under the black robe twitched slightly.

"But, are you worthy to stand in front of me?!"

The indifferent and slow voice, full of majesty and oppression, faintly carrying a trace of the emperor's anger, immediately returned to this dilapidated and dead space.

"Zizi!!"

The densely packed white mecha troops standing in front of the black-robed Yang Tian seemed to be cut off, their bodies trembling constantly, as if they were facing some great terror.

There seems to be a puppet like a general in the team, constantly linking the team, making the strength of the whole team cohesive, which prevents them from crashing on the spot.

Seeing that they hadn't been scrapped yet, Yang Tian in the black robe was going to send them a dragon's breath and directly let them return to the original materials. There was no reason, he just wanted to do so.

"That's enough, let's all back down."

A voice full of childishness, like an absolute order, came from the dark hall, causing those white puppets to escape into the space one after another.

"I don't care who you are, it's best not to come in, you shouldn't exist on him, it's best to leave quickly, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

The cold voice seemed to be very dissatisfied with the changes in Yang Tian's eyes, as if it was a warning to him.

"Oh? Is it the spirit from before??"

When Yang Tian in black robe heard this childish voice, he immediately thought of the little black Lolita that he just woke up from before.

Although I don't know who gave her the courage to make him so confident, but he really has never been persuaded by the real dragon lord.

A mere weapon spirit, he has as much as he wants.

The black-robed Yang Tian, ​​who has been at the pinnacle of the starry sky all year round, has already formed an absolute arrogance. The taste of others' warnings makes his heart fluctuate strangely. The emperor cannot be picky, let alone a threat.

Especially the noble dragon clan can't tolerate a little sand in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)