The green mangs that turned into stars scattered like fireflies, Zhang Xiaotian just shook his body, swallowed a mouthful of blood in his throat, and his self-healing body operated, and the injuries caused by the green mangs were recovering rapidly.

He is dressed in white, surrounded by green light dots, floating in the void, lightly pointing at the painting in his hand, using the long sword as a brush, freehand horizontally, as if making a splashed ink landscape.

And the drawing paper is Gerald, who is rapidly retreating from the other side with a shocked face.

Zhang Xiaotian's body fluttered forward with Gerald's receding figure, and the thousands of machines in his hands changed or pointed, horizontal, skimming or pinching, and the sword lights gradually intertwined into a net, front and back, left, right, and right, and the long-haired Gerald was wrapped in it.

The sword momentum is layered on top of each other, as if it never ends.

Finally, the "black body" shattered along with the black light curtain it emitted, and Gerald's long flying hair also continued to break in the endless attacks, and now only a few were left.

Gerald, who was retreating, only felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire, his body was sticky, and he was struggling to move, and one arm kept waving and attacking, but under the dispersion of layers of sword light, it slowly disappeared into invisibility.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xiaotian's wrist flicked, and the tip of the long sword stabbed out like a wave.

This thorn, the trajectory frequency is uncertain, and it seems to have an incomparably deep depth, and there are extremely mysterious laws running and changing in it.

So that Gerald's divine sense sense could not judge the direction of the sword in the next moment.

And this feeling is repeated and intertwined, as if it originates from an indescribable depth.

The fear in Gerald's heart could no longer be suppressed, and he let out a meaningless roar from his mouth, kicking his feet wildly, the air rolling, and the void shook.

Then, he only felt a pain in his chest, then he lost consciousness, and his body fell straight down, and under Zhang Xiaotian's deliberate nudge, he fell on the ground on the other side of the canyon.

Drifting down, Zhang Xiaotian looked at Gerald lying on the ground, and smiled in his heart, but he didn't feel much smugness.

He knew that he had taken advantage of it, if it weren't for the sneak attack, if it wasn't for the dream of learning about Gerald's fighting skills, if it weren't for the fact that he used the Void Shuttle Technique of the Void World to restrain the opponent's eyes, it was really hard to say who would have won or lost.

But winning is winning, there is no need to be hypocritical, and he also escaped a death catastrophe from Gerald.

Zhang Xiaotian, who was in a good mood, strolled towards Gerald, who had fainted, and regardless of the cheerful squeaking of the little monkey on the side, he pressed his hand on Gerald's head, and his huge spiritual power probed in.

After a while, he saw black blood flowing from Gerald's seven orifices, and his whole body trembled like an electric shock.

In another quarter of an hour, all the movement was gone, and there was no more life.

Zhang Xiaotian, who forcibly searched his memory with his mental power and turned Gerald's brain into a mess, withdrew the palm that was pressed on his forehead.

I silently sorted out the memories I got in my heart, it turned out that the Gersdam family was going to enter the land of Weikang's fall for this, and my luck was really good, I just won the heavy treasure of the Indiana family, and then there was a heavy treasure about to start.

"Pudding, there's no rest tonight, let's go!"

Zhang Xiaotian beckoned to the pudding, the monkey was still holding the black honey gloomy wood and licking it happily, hearing Zhang Xiaotian's summoning squeak a few times, and quickly rushed to Gerald's corpse.

This brute, it has become a habit to search for corpses, but Zhang Xiaotian himself forgot about this stubble.

"Well, this little brother has a good harvest."

Zhang Xiaotian smiled and was not in a hurry to leave.

When Pudding finished searching the corpse and held a pile of bits and pieces in front of him, he picked and picked.

Hey? What is it?

Zhang Xiaotian's eyes suddenly froze, picked up something from the fragments, and took it to his eyes to look at it carefully.

It is a black metal square, about two and a half fingers wide, with intricate patterns on one side and a semicircle in the middle of the recess.

How does it feel? This shape? This pattern? …… How is it so familiar?

Zhang Xiaotian tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly his heart moved, as if he thought of something, his left hand flicked, and there was suddenly an extra thing in his palm.

It was also a piece of black metal, almost identical in shape, feel, and pattern to the one that Pudding had found on Gerald's body.

The only difference is that the unpatterned side of the black metal that was taken out later is not recessed, but protrudes into a semi-circular shape.

The thousand machine changes had been put into the sheath, and Zhang Xiaotian's gaze swirled on the raised part of the black metal in his hand.

Then, he turned his gaze to the hollow piece of metal on his other hand

Then, with his hands together, the bulge snapped into the groove, and the two pieces of metal joined together.

Sure enough, it's a pair!?

I really didn't expect it——!

Zhang Xiaotian looked at the black metal in his palm that merged into a piece, which was a rectangular object covered with patterns.

One of the pieces of metal he had found in the Trials Contest of the Three Great Corporations had been hidden in the belly of a giant rat beast, which he had inadvertently swallowed while foraging for food.

The other piece of metal was found on Gerald in the Void.

The two fast metals that are in opposite directions, but they have been given by themselves, isn't there a providence in the dark?

Two parts on the same item, so far apart, can meet together, fate is really magical!

Looking at the black rectangle covered with patterns in his hand, Zhang Xiaotian sighed for a while, and then began to explore carefully.

He first fed in the source force, but there was no response.

Then he put his spiritual power in, but there was still no response.

Then there was dripping blood, rubbing, writhing, and even spitting on it...... The thing remained silent, motionless.

An hour passed, and the helpless Zhang Xiaotian finally gave up the use of pondering this "ugly" big piece of iron (I obviously thought the patterns on it were beautiful before), held it up with one hand, and raised a middle finger at the sky with the other.

"God, your old man is playing tricks on me, since I got this thing, can't I tell me about the role of this thing by the way? Damn, what the hell is this thing for? ”

Indignantly threw the black metal block into the space ring, Zhang Xiaotian nodded his toe at the monkey's butt who was still picking, "Let's go, pudding, don't rummage through this garbage anymore." ”

All the good things have been put away by Zhang Xiaotian, and the rest are some of Gerald's personal belongings, such as razors, nail clippers, notepads, etc., which are useless to Zhang Xiaotian.

What, you said there might be something important on the notepad?

Hehe, that makes sense, but the question is...... Zhang Xiaotian can't understand it at all!

He can only speak the demon language, but he can't write it.

(End of chapter)