The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

Second, although Otan's core energy ball can store energy infinitely, it does not actually have the ability to generate energy out of thin air. In other words, if various energies are compared to liquids and the core energy ball is a pool of water, then the energy poured in needs to be obtained by itself.

After Yang Weiwu roughly figured out the above points and referred to his past experiences, he could roughly confirm that he should have absorbed solar energy when exposed to the sun in the past, and part of it was converted into some kind of energy that is beneficial to the body.

However, at first he only obtained solar energy by basking in the sun. Considering the size of his human body, the efficiency was only that much. If the human body were compared to a plastic water pipe, such a small amount of energy would not even be able to expand the water pipe.

But it's different now.

That damn treasure was activated for some unknown reason, and it continuously generated exaggerated power of existence, which first overflowed from his body and was sealed into the different space within his body, and then entered the core energy ball to be transformed.

There is a key issue here, because the force of existence first appears in his body. Even if this energy itself does not have much destructive power, after the amount accumulates and emerges, part of it will be converted into heat.

To make a vivid metaphor, his body, as a plastic water pipe, is pouring the same volume of magma as when the Three Gorges Dam releases flood water into an infinitely large pool.

He didn't know whether the pool was okay or not, but Yang Weiwu felt that something was about to happen to him.

"Is it true? Is it possible to generate the power of existence at this speed?"

Stars can emit endless light and heat all the time because they are constantly undergoing nuclear fusion. What power does this treasure have that can continuously generate such a huge amount of energy?

(I have three methods here. We should be able to make a decision before we die.)

"Tell me."

(The first one is to seal the energy with the Emperor Armor. As long as the sealing speed is fast enough, it can be solved in theory.)

"How do I seal something like that? And will this prevent me from using the Emperor Armor?"

(Maybe, but I can't be sure without trying.)

"Then change it."

(Sealing a Noble Phantasm. There is a small problem with this as well.)

"what?"

(I don’t know the upper limit of the two-dimensional seal. If it is not completely stopped after sealing and it is still generating energy, it is not impossible for the seal to be broken.)

"What about the last one?"

(If I throw that Noble Phantasm out, I'm not sure how much damage it will cause if I don't know how to stop it.)

"Why do I feel like the three outcomes are similar? If I die, will the alternate dimension still exist?"

(I don’t know, that was caused by Xuan Yin Zhi Dark.)

[Don't worry, as long as you are still alive, that alien space is the most stable space in the world. ]

"Dead?"

【…】

Yang Pojun understood.

He untied the Emperor Dragon of Light that was used as a belt for his bathrobe, pointed at the ground and said, "Change for me!"

(…It may not understand human language very well now.)

"?"

(That is to say, I am not very smart. Before, I was the one who was operating on your behalf so I could help you seal the sacrificial snake. But now, if I am not the one who is on the account to replace you, I can’t do it at all.)

"Taught me!"

(Are you awake?)

"Whatever. I want to try out what it feels like to turn into a dragon and fly."

(What about the body?)

"You do it." Yang Pojun said as a matter of course, "Isn't this possible?"

(It is possible...)

But my future self might have sent me here so that I could... you... never mind, let's do something...

Yang Weiwu still didn't say this.

Too much worry is meaningless for me at this stage.

Deeply understanding that his past self was a sadistic person who acted on his own accord and would never listen to advice, Yang Weiwu did not say much but told the other party how to take over the account.

I feel a little uneasy, but it shouldn't be a problem...right?

The pale blue eyes were tinged with crimson, and the dominance was exchanged.

The armored beast, whose eyes gradually became brighter, moved its body, holding its original body in its mouth and preparing to take off from Wuhu.

"Wait a minute!"

Yang Weiwu stopped the other party, opened the door, walked to Tiangong Ziyin's door and knocked.

"Tiangong, I'm going to be out for a while."

With a click, the door opened, and the thin boy yawned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"When you go out for a night run, keep an eye on the guy with the broken hand."

Yang Weiwu was referring to a cadre of the Niuma terrorist organization named Warren...something. In the fight with the sacrificial snake, this guy luckily escaped death on the spot and was picked up by Yang Pojun.

"I see. How long will you be out for?"

"Be back soon, probably."

If going out can solve the problem, I will come back and continue sleeping.

Obviously, there is no situation where the two souls are randomly cut, so why should I go out and stay up late at night?

With this thought in mind, Yang Weiwu returned to his room.

"Let's go...can I use the Purgatory Pony?"

(What nonsense are you talking about?)

The armored beast, which was as thick as his waist, turned its head and tried to transmit his thoughts using Ares's voice transmission technique.

"Shouldn't you be transformed into an imperial colt by now?"

(What if you let go and fall down? Wouldn’t that be a falling object? Come here quickly. I’ll hold you in my mouth.)

Yang Weiwu prayed that the coat in his hand was strong enough, then walked over.

"Speaking of which, do you have a goal?"

(Wouldn’t the Four Evil Tower be a good choice? There’s no one there anyway.)

"You're going to take me all the way back to China? You might as well just use Teleport."

(No, it’s the Tower of Pride in Japan, which is in Tokyo, quite close to here.)

"How do you know where the Tower of Stubborn Pride is? Shouldn't this thing be strictly monitored?"

(Search online.)

Yang Weiwu took the Shura Summoning Device handed to him by the other party and looked at the contents on the light screen.

"The Empire's Ultimate Invincible Brawl! The Strongest Swordsman Finals! Held with the Stubborn Tower!"

"???"

【158】Trespassing to the Naughty Sword Dance Festival without permission, but never reflecting on your own mistakes (4K)

"Hey, Lao Li, why do I feel like everyone around us is looking at us?"

Niu Jian asked the skinny old man beside him.

"I would also take a second look at a big guy with a fierce look on his face and a white vest that was completely bulged out by his muscles."

Old Li said unhappily.

"Why don't you consider the whole coat? And the aura you have on your body will scare ordinary people. Can you consider dressing more modestly and low-key when you go out?"

"Didn't you say I could just wear something comfortable? I'm not even wearing my training clothes."

"…How many years ago was the last time you bought clothes?"

"I buy new training clothes every year."

Old Li, who was dressed in casual clothes, was speechless.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this topic anymore. Have you finished reciting the words you will say to the demons on the Japanese side later?"

"I have forgotten everything."

"Nun..."

Old Li almost yelled at this incompetent childhood friend, but because he worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs when he was young, he had his own ideas about controlling emotions. In addition, he was now in a public place, so he finally held back his hometown dialect.

"...Old Bull - do you know what it means when the Tower of Violence is empty?"

"It means the tower master ran away."

"Then may I ask if we know the reason?"

"I do not know."

"If that guy goes on a killing spree, and even the tower masters of the two floating islands in Japan and United that were moved to the vicinity of their own capitals by their idiotic politicians escape, guess how many people will die?"

"We can't control the situation in other countries. Besides, if something like that really happened, it would be their own fault, right?"

"Well said." Old Li nodded, "But have you ever thought that the Stubborn Tower is too close to us?"

"Yes, I remember that the master of the Stubborn and Proud Tower had the ability to reflect energy attacks and turn the target into a puppet to die in the critical moment. His resistance to magic attacks was also outrageous. If Master Zhang hadn't caught a Red World Demon King and used it as a sacrifice to blast the master of the Stubborn and Proud Tower back, I'm afraid the casualties would have been even more exaggerated."

"The tower master of the Violent Tower is not much better. He has an exaggerated resistance to magic, and the longer the magic is charged, the more wind monsters there are... If it weren't for a few demons who broke through on their own and are really good at defense, the strategy would never have been successful."

"So do we really have to come here with this configuration? There are only three demons in Japan, right? Plus I am not enough to fight the stubborn tower master."

"You're wrong. Black Iron Dragon Horse died a few days ago, so there are only three of us including you. Oh, and there's another one, a little girl. Her special ability is gravity. I remember she can pull meteorites."

"Pulling a meteorite? I can split even that slow thing, so hitting the tower master is a gift, right?"

"Don't compare your sword-cutting ability, which was sublimated by the possession of the violent tower master, with that of ordinary people. Theoretically, it should also be considered a physical attack, which is better than nothing. Also, don't just assume that the tower master here will leave his tower. It sounds unlucky."

"I have a feeling this may not be an isolated case."

"Shut up, you old crow mouth!"

Old Li handed the VIP ticket he had bought in advance to the ticket inspector in a bad mood.

"Are there only two of you? (Japanese)"

"Yes, two. (Japanese)"

"Mr. Li, your Japanese is so poor."

The veins on Old Li's forehead twitched.

"That's better than you, a guy who can't speak."

“Are you two Chinese guests? (Chinese)”

"Yeah, that's right. Look how authentic his Chinese is, Lao Li."

Old Li listened to the ticket inspector's broken Chinese with an accent that sounded like that of a colonel, and resisted the urge to attack Niu Jian.

"Get in there quickly!"

"Oh."

Niu Jian walked in first.

VIP tickets have VIP channels, and there are no reception staff on the road, but signs instead.

After he could no longer see the ticket inspector behind him, Niu Jian whispered, “Is it necessary to come and watch this boring game?”

"The Stubborn Sword Dance Festival is the top competition in this country. Its priority in this country is even higher than the KOK League competition, a world-class professional swordsman competition. The content is a group of professional swordsmen who have not yet climbed the Devil's Ladder to compete on the floating island where the Stubborn Tower is located."

“Does this count as building a house on an active volcano?”

"There have been cases of temples being built at the foot of dormant volcanoes, and there is also volcano tourism, so this risk should not be a big deal for Japan."

“I think KOK has a ranking, right?”

"It's the world ranking." Lao Li corrected him, "Although Chinese and Russian athletes are prohibited from participating."

"Oh, that's worthy of being called the world. Is there any reference value in a competition where the two countries with the largest number of demons in the world are not allowed to participate?"