Gourmet of Another World

of Dead Eaters... Crazy Sword Pot.

The faint sound of the gait rang over the entire heavenly dome, as if at this moment it had swept the entire city pool.

Everyone seemed to wake up in this voice.

The assassin of the Black Palace, totally unexpected, would have fought back on his own initiative.

This little saint, what are you fighting back with?

The gap between a spinning saint and a spinning saint is like a divide.

And that's why he was so happy when the strong of the Holy Puppet City didn't do it, because once the strong of the Holy Puppet City didn't do it, he had enough time to wipe out the little chef.

He's got plenty of time to eat this kid.

Boom!!

A golden casserole is suspended in the hands of a pedestrian.

The lid of the casserole is unveiled, with aromas and warmth that shine brightly.

In the dark night sky, the casserole was like a diamond.

Buzz...

An invisible fluctuation spreads from the swordpot, and the horrible threat can make anyone present feel a palpitation.

That's right...

It's palpitations.

This feeling is as if there is a great fear to be released.

At the moment when Zhang Yan defeated the swordpot on foot, his skin was full of goose bumps and his eyes were incredible.

He took a deep breath, and over his face, he emerged incredible.

Because he felt the sword.

Pounding sword, this sword may not be as strong or even as good as its own.

But...

I can't stand the sword.

It's like destroying the heavens and the earth.

Terror.

His sword was meant to be like a wave in the ocean.

This feeling…

It's incredible!

That pan...

Zhang Seung lost for the first time had this feeling, as if he was facing an ancestor of their sword demon pulse.

You know, their ancestors... are great saints!

The great saint was made by sword, called the true sword demon, before strength, even the great saints of other peoples dared not to easily confront his sharp rays.

That makes him even more creepy.

Because of this feeling, he actually sensed it from a little saint.

“Who is that? ”

“Terrible! As if facing the great saints of the tribe! ”

“My God... has this boy been hiding his strength? ”

……

Lu Yu and others have already been shocked.

They're not stupid, they feel that the air is all sharp and sharp, they know how horrible it is to walk this time!

At this moment, the mighty man of the Black Palace is blinded.

I sensed the horror of the swordpot. I turned around and ran away without saying a word.

He fled decisively.

From the sword pot, he sensed the breath of death.

Boom!

Above the dome.

The puppet city's nine-spin little holy speeds burst out, suspended in front of the pedestrian, with a serious face.

He raised his hand and stared dead at the gait.

“Stop it! ”

Nine turns of the Little St. Cold Road!

His gaze at the gaze of the gait was already a little bad.

“Is it fun to watch the show? Can't sit down now? ”

The corner of the pedestrian mouth snapped and seemed to take a somewhat sarcastic look at the Nine-Spin Little Saint of the Holy Puppet City.

There is no disgrace in the tone.

“I didn't do it before... come and stop it now... do I really bully you? ”

Watching the nine spins of the Holy Puppet City without expression.

“I was in a hurry...”

Holy Puppet City's nine-spin little saint, staring unscrupulously at the sword pot in the hands of the pedestrian, is also afraid to be brazen.

Fear of walking is like breaking out a pot.

The gaze of the gaze was slight.

The more despicable the words of the Nine-Spin Little Saint are.

He raised his head and glanced at the void as if to a superior existent eye.

Buzz...

The corner of the gait is ripped.

The next moment, eyes are locked on that wildly fleeing Black Palace assassin.

A gentle bounce of fingers.

Suddenly, the turquoise swordpot burst out of madness, turning into a stream of light that completely locked the assassin's figure and burst away.

How strong is Crazy Sword Pot?

The pedestrian has long wanted to see it.

This holy little holy puppet wanted to see himself killed, and now he took out his sword pot and stopped it.

Do you really think he has no temper in his gait?

Buzz...

Black Palace assassin, numb scalp.

He flew fast, but the sword pot was faster, and the sword pot completely locked his shape.

The mind trembles.

The void was torn apart and drilled into the void, as if into another dimensional space.

The assassin of this black palace is trying to escape the locking of the sword pot.

However...

He was hiding in another space, and his scalp was still about to blow up, and that feeling made him sweat all over his head.

It was as if there was a feeling of death in his mind.

“Damn it! ”

The assassins of the Black Palace, their mouths shaking.

The nine-spin eye of the Holy Puppet City is absolutely cold.

“You're looking for death! My holy puppet city is so rude...”

The nine-spin little holy explosion of the Holy Puppet City made a sound.

Next moment.

The mind moves.

A pounding mindset swept out.

Behind him, the clattering sounded.

A holy puppet emerged.

This holy puppet is enormous, wrapped in pounds to the ultimate pressure.

“Block me! I still don't believe it... what great means can be put into place by turning a little saint in the district! ”

The nine-spinning little roar of the Holy Puppet City shouted, and the immense sight of the Holy Puppet burst into glory.

The steel arm was raised and toward the destroyer was shot.

Want to slap the sword pan into pieces.

Boom!!

However, the slap of the holy puppet on the sword pot made the pot tremble as if it were squeaking.

The golden sword pot was stunned.

One, two, three...

Taoist swordsmanship slowly blossomed around the swordpot, spinning with terrible strangulation.

A loud noise.

The huge holy puppet's arms actually broke alive...

Boom!!!

Destroy the casserole at no less speed.

Fast drill out.

Suddenly blew the holy puppet's chest out a big hole...

A bright blue holy puppet's heart hangs in it...

That little saint's heart suddenly shrunk.

His holy puppet couldn't resist this casserole for a moment?

Boom!

Later, the nine-spinner little saint seemed to live like a ghost, shaking all over himself.

Scared to climb, afraid to fight the sword pot.

Boom...

A giant holy puppet fell to the ground.

The flames behind the pedestrian cube flapped slowly, then flew out, suspended in front of the giant holy puppet.

Looking at this holy puppet, there seems to be a glimmer of joy in his eyes.

The heart of the holy puppet, finally found it...

The gait moved.

Talked to the system for a while.

After that, raise your hand.

In the palm of your hand, there seems to be a silver droplet-like sphere.

This is where Xiaobai came from...

Buzz...

Silver droplets emerge, changing images in the palms of the pedestrian hands.

Then it burst out.

Hit that holy puppet's heart like it smelled like a cat.

For a moment, that silver droplet was a complete escape, completely covering the heart of the holy puppet.

Mm-hmm.

Little Holy Spirit in the distance has long lost control of his holy puppet, only to escape.

Destroying the sword pot went all the way, following the assassin of the Black Palace.

Faster and faster.

Finally getting closer...

The assassin of the Black Palace, looking at the sword pot that was hanging.

A twisted madness appeared on his face.

His energy gathered completely, and he turned into a trick, bombing the sword pot, trying to bomb the sword pot.

However, unfortunately…

The sword pot exploded, but it wasn't bombed.

Boom...

Not far from the Black Palace strong, the mad sword pot blows up...

The glorious glow shines brightly, as if it were a round of sunshine in a pitch-black night, illuminating the entire Holy Puppet City.

Bright and glorious, makes everyone look stuck up...

Boom!!!

A blast.

The sword swept out.

One, two, three...

Thousands of swords swept, as if the swords had returned to their homeland, swept constantly over the sky, and flew.

Countless swords have become a sphere in which the assassins of the Black Palace are wrapped.

Pfft...

The assassin of the Black Palace couldn't even make a sound, it was the bloodshed that was hanged by the horrible sword, a slow descent...

Everyone saw this scene and was forced to take a sip of cool air.

Zhang Seung lost all over the chestnut.

Without hesitation, turning around is flying away.

Because he felt the energy of the swordpot spreading...

Buzz...

Zhang begged for defeat, Lu Yu and others were running wild.

Not long ago, he fled far away, away from here.

And that long brewing circle full of swords, also at this moment, suddenly burst apart...

Boom boom.

Thousands of swords like wire.

As if the air waves were flying away, moving in all directions...

Full of horrible swords, as if to chop everything up!

The gait looked at the horrible attack that struck like a wave... and the face changed slightly.

The power of a sword pot, even if it is him, cannot be resisted.

Suddenly.

Just as the pedestrians intend to escape into the countryside.

The silver droplet wrapped around the heart of the holy puppet suddenly moved.

Suspended in front of the footsteps, it turned into a giant silver wall, resisting swordlike bombardment.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sword of a path struck on it, causing the wall to show signs of a barbed sword, which seemed... quite astonishing.

On the dome.

A sudden onset of immense pressure.

A man stepped up.

Above your head, like a small world floating in it.

In a small world, there is a hidden will of heaven flowing.

As soon as the human figure appears, the airplane diffuses.

Open your hands.

The palm grew as if it were a heaven and earth, covering the entire Holy Puppet City.

Wow...

The sword is meant to be cut, and it is constantly cut over that palm...

The sound of clamour continues unabated.

This is the Greater Holy Strong of the Holy Puppet City...

Naturally, this Holy Land will not allow these means of destruction to blow up in the Holy Puppet City.

I don't know how long it's been.

The power of a swordpot is the slow disappearance.

The palm of the great saint was already covered with speckled swordmarks...

Bum...

Retracted the palm.

This great sacred gaze is incredibly indifferent.

He looked directly at the gait.

Such means can barely threaten the Great Sage...

Does a little saint have that power every time he turns around?

Such means, if they can only be used in prison...

Little whites that turned into silver walls quickly recovered.

In front of the pedestrian formula, the slow transformation became familiar.

The rounded figure, chubby tummy, mechanical eyes are blue and look incredibly familiar.

Still familiar little white, still familiar feeling.

But…

White always felt something different about him.

“Oh, a puppet? ”

The Holy Eye of the Holy Puppet City turned and suddenly fell on Xiaobai.

With a slight blink of his eyes, he flashed.

White's appearance is that of a holy puppet, but it seems more sophisticated than a common holy puppet...

However, it was only slightly brought to the attention of this great saint.

A holy puppet who is less than the Great Sacred Realm, naturally cannot enter his eyes.

The storm of the sword pot was resolved, and the Great Sacred Heart moved and his eyes fell on the walking square.

He looked at the gait, indifferent.

Little white hovered beside the gait, lifting her dandruff palms and touching her bare head.

The gait is gazing at the great sacrament on the dome that day.

“The Holy Puppet City is my Puppet City. If you use such means in the City, you will be punished for your sins. If you do not die today, you will be spared your life. ”

Big holy, faint gaze at the gaze of the gait, as if looking at an ant.

Next moment.

The sound of the rumbling sounded abruptly.

The spirituality of the heavens and the earth between them is mobilized.

The great saint lifted his hand slowly.

The palm of the hand against the foot is easy to tap.

In the heavenly dome, thousands of energies converge and become the palm of the sun...

This clap covers countless pressures with a palpitating death scent.

Pressure dust.

Simply one hand compresses all the space around the gait completely.

The gait is suspended in the void...

Eyes dead on the great saint.

In the spirit of the sea.

The four great spirits all growled at the same time.

Lazy Xuanwu opened his eyes.

At this moment, it's as if death is really coming.

Hell.

Pluto Palace.

A blast sounded abruptly.

Underneath the Pluto Palace, the entire ground instantly collapsed, and thousands of floods rolled up after that.

The dog lay on the ground and stared at the scene.

Suddenly.

The dog's heart moved and raised his head.

The dog's eyes suddenly became very sharp...

“Those old pigs in the underworld, they're gonna hit the pedestrians? Are you ashamed of yourself already?! ”

Later, the dog raised his head and roared.

The sound of a dog barking, like a barking sky!

Boom!

The void tears, and a giant crack emerges.

The dog stepped into the demonic cat steps.

Crushed Underground of Pluto Palace...

A loud laugh burst out of nowhere!

“Skinny dog! Waiting for the king to suffer! ”

The next moment, a shadow, instantly shut through the void, broke into the crack and the crack sutured.

The dragon grabbed the eye of the void and pressed his face...

Lord Pluto, this just broke through Ghost King Guan, and you followed that skinny dog?