Slow City sank dozens of feet from the horizon, and the buildings, mountains, and rivers in the city suddenly became torn to pieces, as if they had just experienced a catastrophe and were already devastated!
The Lord of Dragon Flower City was awakened from his sleep by his generals. He hurriedly went into battle with sleepy eyes, holding a fire-tipped spear in his hand, and stepping on a small skateboard that could not be used to exorcise water and fire. He yelled and yelled towards the little ink painting.
He rushed over where he was.
"The Dragon Gate is empty, there is no dragon left." Deep in the heart of the earth, a surviving earthworm looked at the jade feet of a small ink painting passing by, and felt extremely sad and filled with emotions, and was extremely disappointed.
The ground began to lament, and began to talk to himself.
The Demon Lord stood in the clear light of the cold moon with a smile, looking at the new generation of internet celebrity-like little golden boy who was about to perfect his immortal body surrounded by seven-colored clouds, so he opened his bloody mouth and spat it out.
Mouthful of vicious demonic thoughts and filthy saliva.
The smell of this water is so unpleasant that it makes people suffocate and make them feel upset.
In the fallen Slow City, those who survived by chance looked up at the pouring rain from high in the sky. They suddenly woke up from the bad news one by one, and ran away screaming and noisy.
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The Lord of Dragon Flower City holds a fire-tipped spear in his hand and rides on a small skateboard of water and fire. He rushes left and right to try to call back his fleeing subordinates and people. Unfortunately, the couple were originally like birds in the forest and flew separately when the disaster came. At this moment, they were as slow as a frightened bird.
Who among the people in the city would listen to him anymore?
Obviously, no one would pay attention to a shitty city lord like him who usually lives in seclusion and rarely sees him a few times throughout the year.
The wind stopped blowing, and the foul-smelling demon king's mouthful of demonic sewage turned into a filthy rain of blood that was about to fall to the ground.
Dragon Zhihua opened a backpack behind her, and a small dragon-bamboo umbrella with a secret magic spell engraved on the handle opened with a pop, setting off a wave of Bagua-type air that swept the area.
The vicious rain of blood rushing towards this dilapidated Slow City slowed down slightly for a moment.
"The eight masters of Dragon City, and the eight-level Bagua Queen Formation are waiting to stop this rain of blood from baptizing our remaining Slow City after the disaster. Quick, get back to your position!" The Lord of Dragon Flower City rushed here and there, as anxious as a pot on a hot pot.
The ants, busy as a bereaved dog, were running around mindlessly and barking loudly.
In the ancient city under the moonlight in Jinling, a demon god was quietly watching all the subtle changes in Dragon Flower Slow City, with a strange and sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.
Behind him are the Eight Hundred Iron Man, cold killers who have integrated all high-end weapons. Their equipment is weird. It seems that it is not a divine object from the Three Realms, nor an Andromeda fairy. I don’t know its origin and name.
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These weapons hanging on their bodies are not only beautiful, but also do not feel bulky or inconsistent at all...
"Qilin, look! There are one, two, three, four... um, a total of 801 weirdos in Jinling City. They all look vicious! Oh, no, no. They are looking at Brother Shui Mo.
!What should I do? Do they want to kill my brother Shui Mo? Or..." Yu Yan suddenly appeared behind Qilin and cried out.
"Master, this is not easy to handle. Our Nine Heavens can't afford to offend others. That's the Tungsten Space Peacekeeping Force of the Planeteer Alliance! The leader is called the Deep Blue Squid, and he is known to show off his power among the galaxies all day long.
It is said that the guys who fight back and forth do not need to use soul power and spiritual power, they only need vitality! Therefore, our super soul power, spiritual energy and mind-attacking techniques are of no use to others. When a wave of hidden weapons comes down, we will definitely
My soul is gone and I have passed away! Hey... what should I do?..." Qilin couldn't help but roared on the Tianjieyun Road in Jiuchongtian, saying.
"Then what's going on? Don't we care about Brother Shui's life or death? And all the living beings in the Slow City under the moon in Jinling, don't we care about it?" Yu Yan cried and started to argue.
"Little master, my little ancestor! Now we have no confidence that we can defeat them. You have to know that these are outer space rangers, and they are not a joke at all! I hope that little master ink and wash can
Find the Dragon Gate earlier and open it. Only in this way can these outer space rangers be defeated by us in one fell swoop and withdraw from the Milky Way forever!" Qilin said uneasily without any confidence in his heart.
"Aren't you a Qilin? You can't even defeat me? Who believes it? Then how can you protect me and Brother Shui Mo?" Yu Yan asked with a sad face.
"My little master, this is a thing of the past! Most people nowadays are smart! Ahem, I am just relying on a little bit of weak abilities and small spells. How can I compete with them? I don't care about them.
Well, wait until the little master of ink and wash recovers his true form, and then I will take you to kill him in the mortal world. Master, you ride on my back first, and then we can set off." Qilin said with a smile.
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"Eh! Qilin, I remember. You are really my mount. Where is Brother Shui Mo's Suan Ni? Where is it?" Yu Yan looked at Qilin Xin and couldn't help laughing.
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"Ah... him! He is still following the little master of ink and wash at the moment!" Qilin said reluctantly with a knot in his heart.
"What's wrong with him?..." Yu Yan stared at Qilin. Just when he was about to break the casserole and ask the question, a ray of sky light passed across their eyes like a water curtain.
Yu Yan's mind suddenly went blank. She immediately closed her eyes, grabbed Qilin's arm tightly, and started screaming.
"Let me go, what is the fuss about, little master of ink and wash? Are all the seven-colored clouds here? So awesome!" Qilin couldn't help but shouted loudly, saying.
The ink painting at this moment flew out of the Milky Way with the earth and went straight to Andromeda.
The air currents in the sky are calm and as transparent as a mirror in March.
The seven-colored rays of light surrounding the ink painting were like sharp swords, shooting out in all directions.
The divine power is gathered together, never leaving Fang Cun Jian, but it is a pity that even if the mind is focused on it, it cannot find its home!
The divine light of the ink painting is like the rays of the sun and the moon, slowly and carelessly shooting out in all directions across the sky.
He started yelling and cursing loudly and scratching his lungs, until he was hoarse on the way to Fang Cunjian.