The planet was trembling, the knight armor was in a difficult situation, and the black robe had already floated into the air.

The stone house under my feet fell to the ground after only a moment of persistence, which was extremely pitiful.

And the wilderness that had covered the green layers of green was completely destroyed and they returned to death.

Large tracts of underground magma emerged and surged to the ground, flowing freely, unscrupulously, destroying everything you could see.

The tsunami soared into the sky, raising waves that were thousands of meters high, washing everything on the earth hard.

Some of the green skins that were lucky enough to survive were also flooded with sea water.

"It turns out that destruction is easier than construction. I am merciful and pitiful to those newborn lives. After this disaster, I don't know how many of them can survive." Zhinan clasped his hands together, and his eyes were a little painful.

"Be content, if you chuckle like this on the earth, you will die more." Fang Ning murmured.

Of course, what he said was in the system space, and even if he was unable to hear it, he could not hear it.

The three of them were just waiting quietly in the air for the emergence of the ghost master.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the trembling of the planet finally stopped.

Then there was a long silence, just as before the storm came.

Fang Ning subconsciously wanted to keep his breathing, and then he realized that his body was entrusted by the old man, and he could not do this at all...

In an instant, an endless blood-red giant hand suddenly appeared on the planet and in the magma, and he grabbed the three of Xiake Jia.

This blood-red giant hand was overwhelming. With Fang Ning's eyesight, he could not estimate how long the other party was.

He quickly asked the two gods for advice.

"Oh, look at the ratio of it to the mountains on land, it is about 100,800 miles long." The God of Death said in confusion.

"Hiss..." Fang Ning couldn't help but suck a cold skin when he heard this!

The incarnation of the Ghost Lord is indeed so terrifying!

The giant hand was extremely long, but it was extremely fast, like a gust of light, grabbing three people, completely violating the laws of physics.

The three of them immediately scattered and left, and their responses were different.

Xiake Ar transformed into a thousand-meter black sword and stabbed hard at the palm of the blood-red giant hand!

But from Fang Ning's perspective, this is similar to using embroidered needles to stab a whale.

Black Robe and Zhinan avoided them far away. They instantly appeared in the extremely far space, looking at the battle below.

"I just hope that the Venerable can fight and defeat him." Monk Zhinan sighed.

Black Rou couldn't help but say, "No matter how powerful the Venerable is, he is far from touching the threshold of gods and demons. When the master was a demon saint in the past, if the other party could not induce his master's good thoughts, he could not even beat the master with great power. How could he beat the incarnation of the Ghost Lord in his heyday?"

"Yes, judging from the appearance of this blood-red giant hand, this should be the powerful ghost master among the five major ghost masters, and the strongest one. It seems that I need to make some preparations." Two black vortexes suddenly appeared in Monk Zhinan's eyes.

As Zhinan said, after the black long sword stabbed into the palm of the giant hand, a red dot suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand, as if all the essence of the giant hand was concentrated, blocking the black long sword at the moment!

Not only that, Fang Ning could also hear a "Zi La" sound, and the violent and sharp sound of shocking sounds came one after another, deafening, which made him feel worried.

"Fortunately, my sword has been upgraded to mythical level, otherwise it will definitely be broken this time..." The old man suddenly said to Fang Ning.

"Uh, it seems that the problem is not big. You actually have the time to talk to me." Fang Ning felt relieved.

"Uh, I used to want to collect people, so I didn't have time to tell you, now it's time to delay, so of course I have time." The old man said with confidence.

And at this moment, the giant hand was held down again.

But the next moment, the black sword flashed one after another, teleporting tens of thousands of miles away, looking at the giant hand holding the sky from afar!

The giant hand tried to grab it again, but the black sword flashed faster and it couldn't grasp it at all.

"Fortunately, Long Teng has a teleportation bonus, otherwise he would not be able to escape at all." Fang Ning said with gratitude.

"Of course, there is no teleportation game system, is it still called a game?" the old man said proudly.

At this moment, the blood-red giant hand suddenly grabbed and bounced, and five fingers flew out suddenly, directly attacking the black long sword hanging in space.

Those five fingers seemed to teleport, and in the blink of an eye, they trapped the sword in it, just like five strong men surrounding a little sheep.

"Uh, you're going to be beaten up by a group." Fang Ning said angrily.

"Impossible, I'll call someone too." The old man cheered up.

The black sword suddenly shook, and six dragons flew out of the sword!

A dragon faced a bloody finger, and a dragon stayed beside the black sword to guard it.

But the next moment, the five bloody fingers moved together and penetrated into the dragon's body.

With a "bang", the Wulong was like a soap bubble, easily poked!

Seeing this scene, Fang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. This is the power of the god level. He has been used to seeing the old man crushing his opponent for a long time, and now he finally hit the iron plate!

"It's true that you can't fight head-on. Can you still not hide if you can't afford to offend me?" The old man murmured.

Then the Black Sword put away another dragon and wanted to teleport again.

But this time, a blood light flashed across five blood fingers at the same time.

The entire space was blocked and the teleportation failed!

In the dark silent space, the black sword is trapped in it!

"Damn, what should I do?" Fang Ning was shocked.

"You are less shocked and very much affecting my mood." The old man scolded.

Fang Ning is afraid to speak as long as he is low and does not dare to speak.

"Call out your two monuments of heaven and earth, and I will hold on for a while before talking." The old man then ordered.

Then the green-skinned frog and the macaw were called out by Fang Ning.

In an instant, a blue purple and a mysterious yellow color flashed above the black sword, hardening.

Almost while strengthening, five fingers blinked their fingers hard at the same time!

The loud "bang!" shocked thousands of square meters!

It was clearly in space and there was no sound to be transmitted, but this vibration was the vibration of the wave of divine thoughts, which was directly transmitted to all directions.

Fang Ning only felt his mind swaying. If he had not been in the system space and blocked all the damage, he completely believed that just this shock would be enough to shake him to pieces and get lost!

Fortunately, there is an old man who is in charge, but he will not care about any divine attacks!

"Uncle, are you okay?" Fang Ning asked quickly.

"Uh, what can I do? This sword is probably going to be rebuilt, and it will cost a lot of money." The old man said heartbrokenly.

"Hiss..." Fang Ning was shocked again, "Is this a mythical flying sword? Can't even resist it?"

"Is he a super god-level attack? It's enough to survive until now, which is enough to prove that the quality of the things I produce is high enough. Unlike you human garbage manufacturers, you will only use inferior products as good ones." The old man said with a serene thought.

"Hey, wouldn't it be nice to add a 'not-damaged' system attribute to it? Doesn't the Tianshu baby have this attribute?" Fang Ning suggested.

"Well, the so-called 'not damaged', I didn't tell you before, actually has a limit. It's impossible for the destruction of the universe to be destroyed, right? This limit is an attack under the gods. Now, facing such a super-god-level attack, it's useless to add it." The old man admitted honestly.

"So that's it, what should I do now?" Fang Ning asked humbly.

"Ask the god of death if there is any protection?" the old man urged.

Fang Ning asked quickly.

The God of Death shook his head and said, "I am only good at attacking and destruction, but I have made no achievements in protection."

Fang Ning was disappointed, but the God of Food suddenly spoke.

"About protection, I'm not bad at all."

"Oh, then please ask Senior God of Food to borrow the bad pot and you will receive a reward." Fang Ning begged.

"It's easy to say, after all, it's also a hiding place here, so you should always put some effort into it." The God of Food was more kind. Although He was not a white lotus, after all, he had to pay attention to some divine demeanor than the God of Death who had no lower limit. I was embarrassed to take advantage of the situation to rob.

As soon as He finished speaking, a white breath came out from the handle of the black pot and floated in the entertainment room.

Obviously He had figured out that it was absolutely safe in this entertainment room, and that God of Death could not attack Him.

Otherwise, He would not have borrowed the blame.

So Fang Ning picked up the black pot and said to the old man: "You use it, this is a real magical tool, not something you kryptony."

"I know, stop talking nonsense." The old man said angrily, and then the blame disappeared.

At this moment, outside, the black sword suddenly shrank into a ball, and then it was firmly protected by a black pot.

At this time, the five fingers pop again!
Chapter completed!