Lord of Pets

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

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

Xing spread out the twelve Glazed Emperor Angel Wings, holding the Sword of Dominance in his hand, with the Chaos Sword Manual accompanying him outside his 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 one hundred and thirty-six divine swords, intertwined into the realm of swords and the kingdom of domination.

At this moment, she seemed to be the incarnation of heaven. As the god of swords, she commanded all the weapons in the world. The place where the sword tip pointed was the place where life was cut off.

"Swish-swish-swish-"

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

Xing basically possesses the fighting power of a god king. No matter whether it is the Dragon of Fantasy or Taotie, there is no way to ignore her.

Even more, because there are a huge number of swords in his possession, and each sword has its own special characteristics.

Xing is completely capable of multi-tasking, turning parts into wholes, turning wholes into parts, and controlling them as he pleases.

"Hahaha, being able to fight hand in hand with the descendants of my clan is one of the great joys of angel life. I will die without regrets! I will die without regrets!"

Rosius's laughter was unrestrained, and every moment of his surge of divine power was like a depressed scholar who, after enduring countless days and nights, finally got his name on the gold medal list after suffering all the hardships.

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

"Roar!!"

The three ancient demon kings blew themselves up in front of him, and were once again exposed to pollution before they died.

This sense of sadness and humiliation ran through Ji Shazi's chest.

He began to go crazy, roaring and charging, and Taotie, one of the four villains, was hugged from behind and unable to break free.

After several violent falls, Taotie vomited blood, suddenly turned around, bit Xishazi's shoulder, and tore off a piece of flesh alive.

"Eat! Swallow me whole if you can!"

The vicious man bared his teeth and advanced instead of retreating, pressing against Taotie's teeth. He grabbed its neck with both hands, trying to twist the whole head off like a twist.

He succeeded, but for Taotie, the head is not the key to life. If one head falls, a second one will soon grow.

The Demon God's Blade sliced ​​it off, violently chopping it into a pile of minced meat.

Ji Shazi took the minced meat and dregs and stuffed it into Taotie's mouth that had grown out for the third time.

The Taotie actually refused to accept anyone who came, even treating his own flesh and blood as a delicacy, biting and chewing it, and then pounced on it again.

"Eat! I let you eat!!"

The frantic fierce man stepped on a corner of the temple, lifted a stone more than a thousand meters long, and forced it in again.

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

But its mouth didn't stop, and its stomach was like an abyss that couldn't be filled.

"Qiang! Qiang!!"

Swords shot out randomly, and the ten-winged sword of Xuange and the ten-winged sword of spiritual confusion penetrated Taotie's flesh and blood one after another.

The moment the scales were cut open, Bai Wushang couldn't see any food residue, only overwhelming gastric acid gushing out. The earth was corroded, the void was penetrated, and the fishy stench mixed with evil spirits, melting the land of immortal miracles.

"Buddha worshiping sword formation, open!"

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

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

And Taotie, the beast that symbolized greed, finally let out a shrill scream, and billowing black smoke came out of his body, as if his flesh and blood were being burned, hurting his origin.

"Sea of ​​Chaos, condense!"

The rain turned into mountains and then into the sea.

The hazy, chaotic raindrops converge into ocean currents, which at first glance appear to be boundless.

For just a moment, the world seemed to be silenced, and petrified suffocation enveloped the heavens. The entire team of Holy Angels had no time to make any struggling movements. Just because they felt this breath, their wings stiffened and stood straight.

Planted to the ground.

Of course, although they were accidentally injured, their spirits were low.

But their eyes were filled with surprise, because as far as they could see, Taotie seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

After repeatedly swallowing the law liquid of the Sea of ​​Chaos, the physical body could not be refined quickly, and the stomach continued to expand, and finally exploded with a bang.

"Fantasy, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you still have wisdom, wake up by yourself!"

The Chaotic Dragon God ended his gluttony, and the Sea of ​​Chaos had not been completely consumed. As he pushed the ocean current forward, he shouted at the light blue dragon.

This drink injects all the power of the dragon.

He wanted to refer to the operation of Jishazi to awaken the consciousness of the ancient demon king for a moment, and try to call the second-generation ancestral dragon, the Dragon of Fantasy.

But unfortunately, this does not seem to be the result of normalization. The fantasy dragon is silent. When it shuttles through the heaven, there are constantly strange phantom dragon spirits, wrapped in evil desires, destroying the building structures of the heaven. .

"In the name of judgment, take away the power that does not belong to you!"

Rosius wielded the sword of judgment and slashed at the fantasy dragon.

Xing detoured from the other side, and the God-Suppressing Sword Formation quietly opened up, attacking first and cutting off the Fantasy Dragon's retreat.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, a dead true angelic god and a living pseudo-angelic god either stood still or moved with thunderous force, as if they had a clear understanding of each other, and each attack was closely coordinated.

At the fifteenth minute, one of the prides of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon of Fantasy, had a body like a dreamy crystal bubble. It just popped with a soft sound. When it collapsed, all the spirits of the Fantasy Dragon disappeared without a trace and filled the heaven. The hallucinogenic smoke also disappeared.

"boom!!"

At the moment when their strength was withdrawn, no matter it was Luo Xiusi, Xing, or Ji Shazi, they were panting and their divine power was greatly depleted.

But at the moment when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, the river of reincarnation intertwined in the gap between nothingness and reality opened a big hole.

Waves of blood were surging, and evil was thick. A humanoid arm that was more than three thousand meters long was pale and lifeless. When he stretched out his hand to grasp it, the target he aimed at was not the Angel Pond, but the suspended Bai Wushang.

"Boom!!"

The speed was so fast that Bai Wushang didn't see it clearly, but his heart beat violently, and such a serious intuitive warning had never occurred several times in his life.

He immediately escaped into the void, using the word "Escape" to secretly shrink the ground to an inch.

But when he returned to the heaven, the corners of his eyes were twitching wildly, because the effect of crossing hundreds of miles in his imagination did not come true. He could barely move more than a hundred meters, and he was still within the absolute attack range of that white arm.

With a bang, Bai Wushang blocked with both arms, and the eight arms behind him shattered inch by inch. The half-manifested Titan of Light held up the sky, like a punctured balloon, rolled back into the body, and the brilliant golden color transitioned to gray. blue-black.

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

Bai Wushang struggled to get up, and found that the Renzu cassock that he had been accompanying him day and night had turned into tattered strips of cloth, looking as bleak as possible.