Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

Jieyin's eyelids twitched, but looking at the yellow dragon still roaring madly in the arena, he could only bite the bullet and say.

"Never mind that, saving lives is the priority."

"Pharmacist, since you have a magical artifact, then hurry up and use it!"

The Medicine Master took a deep breath and walked out with a tragic expression.

"Yes, Master!"

Meanwhile, the Maitreya Taoist next to him moved incredibly fast.

He then pulled out a top-grade image-recording stone and infused it with his magic power.

The camera was focused on the center of the arena, and his eyes gleamed with the thrill of revenge.

Zhao Gongming stood aside, watching Maitreya's expectant look as he rubbed his hands together like a fly, and couldn't help but complain.

"Junior Brother Maitreya, is it really necessary?"

"We're all from the same sect, isn't your gloating expression a bit too obvious?"

Maitreya didn't turn his head, but said through gritted teeth.

"Senior brother, you don't understand!"

"That feeling of social death is so lonely!"

"Only by dragging others down with me can I find a shred of solace!"

"Senior Brother Huanglong, I'm sorry, but for my sake, please sacrifice yourself!"

At that moment, the Taoist priest in the arena no longer hesitated.

He suddenly shook the rattle drum in his hand, which was meant to subdue the mind.

Om-!

The familiar pink smoke rose up once again.

The next moment, the entire venue fell silent.

There stood the once dignified and solemn-looking Medicine Master.

Suddenly, a pink lace apron appeared on her body.

He held a huge baby bottle in his left hand and a rattle drum in his right.

She wore a kind, aunt-like smile.

"Holy crap?!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

The disciples of the three religions were so shocked their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Senior Brother Huanglong has been possessed by calamity energy, while Senior Brother Yaoshi looks like he's been possessed by an extraterrestrial demon!"

"Are Western religions going to go this far? What kind of new look is this?"

On the high platform, the faces of the two Western Saints instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Jieyin covered his face, while Zhunti's lips twitched.

"What... what kind of image is this?"

"This is an insult to scholarship! An insult to scholarship!"

Just as everyone was in shock.

Cihang Daoren looked at the pharmacist's attire.

Then she thought of her own fairy dress and felt a deep sense of empathy, her cheeks burning.

He moved closer to Zhao Gongming as if possessed, his face flushed, and asked in a low voice.

"That Junior Brother Zhao."

"Senior brother, I have a question, but I'm not sure if I should ask it."

"Why are all the magical artifacts you crafted so strange? Some are dressed as women, others as aprons..."

Cihang's eyes flickered, filled with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

"Junior brother, do you... have some kind of unusual fetish?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gongming turned to look at Cihang's fair and rosy face, which was exquisitely beautiful.

A mischievous urge to tease him suddenly welled up inside me.

Zhao Gongming's expression turned serious, becoming extremely solemn.

He even spoke with a touch of philosophical depth, in a very serious tone.

"Senior brother, you've become attached to appearances."

"The so-called balance of Yin and Yang is the essence of the simplest truths."

"and……"

Zhao Gongming leaned close to Cihang's ear, lowered his voice, and spoke in a magnetic tone.

"You're right, senior brother."

"A real man...should sleep with another man!"

boom!

These words were like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, striking Cihang directly on the top of his head.

Cihang's face instantly turned bright red, almost dripping blood, and he arched his back like a boiled shrimp.

Xiao Nanliang's attributes suddenly erupted.

He took two steps back in terror, covered his chest with his hands, and asked urgently in a trembling voice with a sob in his throat.

"Junior Brother... Junior Brother!"

"You're kidding, right?!"

"Tell me you're joking!"

"Please, I'm scared, junior brother, I'm really scared!"

Looking at Cihang, who was on the verge of tears.

Zhao Gongming then put away his mischievous thoughts with satisfaction and laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, just kidding, don't be afraid, senior brother, I'm straight."

"Phew..." Cihang let out a long breath and patted his chest.

It felt like I had just escaped death.

On the high platform, Zhunti Daoist did not hear what the two were saying.

But seeing his expression, he couldn't help but send a telepathic message to Tongtian.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, your disciple's thinking is really unconventional. He can chat with anyone."

The Tongtian Sect Leader was also somewhat embarrassed and coughed twice.

"Ahem, it was just a joke between brothers, nothing serious, nothing serious."

Just then, the Taoist priest in the arena finally finished gathering his power.

With a swift movement, he completely ignored the violent aura of calamity surrounding Huanglong.

Like a kind old father, he hugged the frenzied Huanglong tightly in his arms!

Then, shaking the rattle drum, opening his mouth, and singing with deep emotion.

"Big Head Son and Small Head Dad".

"A pair of good friends, a happy father and son."

"My son has a big head and small hands."

"Dad has a small head and big hands."

"Big hands holding little hands, no fear of slipping."

"Walking around, walking around, in the blink of an eye, my son has grown up~"

This unexpected children's song, combined with the pharmacist's magnetic voice, instantly stunned the entire audience.

Everyone gaped, feeling as if their worldview had been shattered.

The Tongtian Sect Leader chuckled, turned to look at Jieyin, and teased him.

"Junior Brother Jieyin, I didn't realize that."

"Your disciple is pretty impressive too!"

"That singing voice, that figure, that apron...tsk tsk, it's quite a unique charm."

The guide blushed, coughed twice, and forced an explanation.

"Ahem... It's all thanks to the magic weapon, the magic weapon."

"The pharmacist is usually very composed, he's not like this, he really isn't."

However, the effect was immediate.

As the song began, that eerie law of mental depletion instantly enveloped Huanglong.

Huanglong's originally crimson eyes suddenly lost their blood color.

Instead, there is a clear-eyed stupidity.

Zizizi!

The black aura of calamity and karma seemed to think that Huanglong was too foolish.

It burst forth automatically from his body and dissipated into the world.

Immediately afterwards, Huanglong Zhenren's expression completely changed.

His mouth was crooked, his eyes were crossed, and his tongue was sticking out halfway.

It was drooling and making incomprehensible noises.

"Hehehe..."

"Aba aba... Patrick... jellyfish catching..."

He looked like a prehistoric version of Patrick Star.

"hiss!"

Laozi gasped, his eyes filled with shock.

"The calamity energy was actually eliminated?!"

"And it didn't damage Huanglong's soul essence in the slightest; it just made him... temporarily stupid?"

"That's absolutely incredible!"

"Zhao Gongming's talent in weaponry is indeed extraordinary!"

The Tongtian Cult Leader was extremely excited.

He slapped Yuanshi Tianzun on the shoulder and pointed at Huanglong, laughing loudly.

"Hahaha, look, second brother!"

"Your apprentice has become an idiot, hahaha!"

"Look at how cute she is, drooling like that!"

Yuanshi Tianzun was originally relieved that Huanglong had been saved.

Upon hearing this, his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He turned around abruptly, staring intently at Tongtian, and said through gritted teeth.

"Reaching for the heavens!!!"

"Do you believe I'll unleash the Pangu Banner right now, slap it across your face, and turn you into an idiot?!"

Sensing his second brother's genuine killing intent, the Tongtian Sect Leader instantly shrank back and gave an awkward smile.

"Hey, just kidding, Second Brother, don't take it seriously."

At this moment, the Taoist Zhunti came over from the side.

He muttered something under his breath, a gloating attempt to sow discord.

"Senior Brother Tongtian, that's not right of you. How could you speak of Junior Nephew Huanglong like that?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader was looking for a place to vent his anger when he heard Zhunti's words.

His eyes widened instantly, and he turned to Zhunti, angrily rebuking him.

"Get lost!"

"I might not dare hit my brother, but do you think I wouldn't dare hit you?!"

"Believe it or not, I'll uproot your Seven Treasures Tree!"

Zhunti: "..."

So you think I'm easy to bully?