Lord of Pets

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Above the dome, the sword roared like thunder, piercing through gold and cracking rocks.

Xing stretched out the twelve angelic wings of the Glazed Emperor, and held the Juggernaut Sword in her hand, accompanied by the Chaos Sword Manual outside her body.

Such as the sword of darkness, the sword of the forest, the sword of colorful scales, the sword of gale, the sword of zombies... a total of 136 divine swords, intertwined into the domain of swords and the kingdom of domination.

At this moment, she seemed to be the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven. As the **** of swords, she commanded all the weapons in the world. Where the tip of the sword faces is the place where life is cut off.

"Uh-swish-swish-"

Infused with Ranzimi and Devil's Pepper, which is second only to Dragon's Breath Pepper.

Xing basically has the fighting power of a god-king, no matter whether it is the fantasy dragon or Taotie, there is no way to ignore her.

Even, because the number of swords held is huge, and each sword is unique.

Xing can fully multi-task, turn parts into wholes, turn wholes into parts, do as one likes, and manipulate freely.

"Hahaha, being able to fight hand in hand with the descendants of our clan is one of the great joys of an angel's life. There is no regret in dying! There is no regret in dying!"

Rosius's laughter was wild and unrestrained, and every gap in the rush of divine power was like a depressed scholar who, after countless days and nights, finally came to the end of his hardships and was awarded the gold medal.

This sense of relief was so strong that it was clearly a life-and-death battle, and a large number of holy angels were wiped out. The tragedy of the war was still somewhat diluted.

"Roar!"

The three ancient demons blew themselves up in front of their faces, and were once again polluted before they died.

This kind of sadness and humiliation runs through the chest of the fierce son.

He started to go berserk, screaming and rushing to kill, Taotie, one of the four murderers, was hugged from behind by him, but he couldn't break free.

After a few violent falls, Taotie vomited blood, turned around suddenly, and bit the fierce man's shoulder, tearing off a piece of flesh.

"Eat! If you have the ability to swallow me whole!"

Vicious Shazi bared his teeth, advancing instead of retreating, firmly pressing against Taotie's teeth, grabbing its neck with both hands, trying to wring its entire head off like twisting a twist.

He succeeded, but for Taotie, the head is not the gate of life, one head falls, and a second one grows soon.

The Demon God's Blade slashed along the situation, chopping violently into a pile of minced meat.

Xi Shazi held the minced meat and dregs, and stuffed it into the mouth that had grown for the third time.

Taotie still never refuses anyone who comes, even his own flesh and blood is regarded as a delicacy, biting, chewing, and then rushing to eat again.

"Eat! I'll let you eat!"

The frenzied ferocious son stomped on a corner of the temple, lifted up a stone more than a thousand meters long, and stuffed it again.

This time, Taotie's newly grown head was directly burst.

But its mouth still hasn't stopped, and its stomach is like an abyssal hole, which can't be filled no matter what.

"Clang! Clang!"

The chaotic swords shot, the ten-winged Xuange sword and the ten-winged Linghuo sword pierced Taotie's flesh and blood one after another.

The moment the scales were cut, Bai Wushang could not see any food residues, only the overwhelming gastric acid spewed out, the earth was corroded, the void was penetrated, and the stench was mixed with evil spirits, melting the place of the immortal miracle for thousands of years.

"Buddha Sword Formation, open!"

The golden light is shining, and the Buddha lamp is eternal.

The bright light revolves around the twelve-winged sword angel, and the "Dragon Spirit" summoned by the fantasy dragon is torn apart.

And Taotie, the beast that symbolizes greed, finally let out a shrill scream, billowing black smoke billowed from all over his body, as if his flesh and blood had been burned, hurting the origin.

"Sea of ​​Chaos, Ning!"

The rain becomes a mountain, and then becomes a sea.

The hazy chaotic raindrops converge into ocean currents, which at first glance seem to have no boundaries.

In just a split second, the world seemed to be silenced, and petrified suffocation enveloped the heavens. Scores of holy angel squads had no time to make any struggling movements, just because they felt this breath, their wings stiffened and stood straight

Planted on the ground.

Of course, although they were accidentally injured, they were depressed.

But their eyes were full of surprises, because as far as they could see, Taotie seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Repeatedly swallowing the law liquid of the sea of ​​chaos, the body couldn't be refined quickly, and the stomach continued to swell, and finally exploded with a bang.

"Fantasy, don't blame the old man for being ruthless, if you still have spiritual wisdom, wake up by yourself!"

The Dragon God of Confusion ended the gluttony, and the sea of ​​chaos was not completely consumed. When pushing the ocean current to rush, he shouted at the light blue dragon.

With this drink, all the dragon's prestige is poured into it.

He wanted to refer to Ji Shazi's operation of awakening the ancient demon's consciousness for a moment, and tried to call the second-generation ancestor dragon, the fantasy dragon.

But unfortunately, this does not seem to be the result of normalization. The fantasy dragon is silent, and when it travels through the heavens, there are constantly grotesque phantom dragon spirits, wrapped in evil desires, destroying the buildings and structures of the heavens. .

"In the name of judgment, take away the power that doesn't belong to you!"

Rosius wielded the Sword of Judgment and slashed at the fantasy dragon.

Xing made a detour from the other side, and the Zhenshen sword array quietly opened, UU reading www.uukanshu.com came first, cutting off the fantasy dragon's retreat.

In the blink of an eye, a dead true God of Angels and a surviving false God of Angels would either stay still or move like a thunderbolt, as if they had a tacit understanding, and each attack was closely coordinated.

At the fifteenth minute, one of the prides of the Dragon Clan, the Fantasy Dragon, whose body was like a fantasy crystal bubble, just made a soft puff, and when it collapsed, all the spirits of the fantasy dragon disappeared without a trace, filling the sky. The hallucinogenic smoke also disappeared.

"boom!"

At the moment when the force was withdrawn, whether it was Rosius, Xing, or Xie Shazi, they were all out of breath, and their divine power was greatly consumed.

But at the moment when the old power is exhausted and the new power is not born, the river of samsara intertwined in the gap between nothingness and reality bursts open a big hole.

Waves of blood roiled, filled with evil, a humanoid arm over 3,000 meters long, so pale that there was no life in it, when it stretched out its hand to grasp it, it aimed at the floating Bai Wushang instead of the Angel God's Pool.

"Boom!"

The speed was too fast, Bai Wushang didn't see it clearly, but the beating heart, such a serious intuitive warning, had never happened a few times in his life.

He immediately fled into the void, shrinking the ground into an inch with the word escape.

But when he returned to the heaven, the corners of his eyes twitched wildly, because the effect of traveling hundreds of miles as imagined had not been realized, and he moved more than a hundred meters laterally, still within the absolute attack range of that white arm.

With a bang, Bai Wushang blocked with both arms, and the eight arms behind his back shattered inch by inch. The half-manifested giant **** of light, like a balloon that was punctured, rolled back into his body, brilliant golden, transitioning to gray and dark blue and black.

"Is this the power of Pale Hand, one of the evil kings?"

Bai Wushang struggled to get up, and found that the cassock of Ren Zu who accompanied him day and night had turned into tattered strips of cloth, which was as desolate as it could be.