At the moment when everyone closed their eyes, blew themselves up, or were grief-stricken, a birdsong came from the starry sky. The appearance of the birdsong made the monster's body froze, and then it began to tremble, the slime on its body continued to drip down, and the entire lower body began to quickly shrink into the teleportation array!

After sensing an aura far stronger than his own, both the monster and the White Bone Corpse Venerable chose to flee. The White Bone Corpse Venerable pinched the space gem, opened the small space portal, and stepped into it with one foot. And the huge tentacle monster is not so fast.

"Little octopus, this seat happens to pass through here, and you are hungry, so you can just tie your hands and catch it. A faint Buddha voice rang out from the void, and the sound made the tentacle monster even more uneasy, and it tried its best to return to its own world.

In the space outside the second satellite, a large monster bird with a wingspan twice the diameter of the planet and a black body slowly stopped not far from the teleportation array.

Seeing that the tentacle monster wanted to escape, the big monster bird continued to spit out and said, "If you give up resistance, you can also die a little more happily." ”

The tentacle monster was unwilling to sit still, and its body writhed even more exaggeratedly.

The big monster bird snorted coldly: "Hmph! The little monster fish is not dead yet!" Before the words could be heard, the wings of the big monster bird had already come to the teleportation array in an instant, and the two huge bird claws that were not much smaller than the tentacle monster grabbed the teleportation array, stretched directly into the space on the other side, and firmly grasped the tentacle monster. The claws ignored the slippery skin and went straight into the depths of the flesh, and as the claws tightened tightly, the tentacle monster let out a terrifying howl, and as soon as it was called, the big monster bird directly sealed its mouth with its strong spiritual power.

The Hall of the Salmon Galaxy.

The three planetary-level powerhouses sensed that someone was invading, and as soon as they left the Star Hall and wanted to run away, they saw a Burial Sun Eclipse Moon Crow capture the tentacle monster. The three of them looked at each other: "This ...... It's a stellar ......" "I'm afraid so. "Oh no, the galactic wind with its wings flapping will blow all the creatures on the surface of that planet into outer space, go and guide!" The three of them reached the atmosphere in a flash at sub-light speed.

"The Formation of the Territorial Airspace Phase Array will lead Gangfeng to outer space!" The three of them didn't dare to slack off, after all, they were the remnants of a stellar-level powerhouse. At the moment when the big array was placed, Gangfeng smashed onto the big array with countless star stone fragments from outer space, and the three of them worked together to run the big array, barely leading Gangfeng into outer space.

On the ground, the moment the birdsong just sounded, the soul power that oppressed everyone disappeared in an instant, and countless tentacles also retracted. As soon as the pressure was withdrawn, Liangqiu stopped screaming, completely lost consciousness and fell down, Ye Crisp Snow also fainted, and Zhiye overused his soul power and was too frightened at the same time, and he also went limp for a while.

Just when the three planetary-level powerhouses finished packing up and wanted to go back, they relied on their nearest divine beast, Emperor Loma, to catch up: "Xie three rescued, I represent ......" "It's not that we can save it, and besides, after so many years, you don't even have a planetary-level powerhouse, how can you protect yourself? Waiting for us to come to the rescue? No wonder they have been suppressed by the First Satellite!" The three of them left without replying, leaving only the emperor with a very ugly face. Indeed, for nearly billions of years, there has not been a single planetary-level powerhouse.

Dean Ruan made sure that the three planetary-level powerhouses were all right, and came to the weak Shawshank side, pointed at the fainting Liangqiu and asked, "Did he send out his soul power just now to temporarily resist the suppression?" "Yes, Dean." "Don't tell anyone about this, send someone to renovate the hospital and take care of him." "Dean Ruan, what kind of monster is that?" "I don't know, our planet really needs a real strong person to protect it." "yes. By the way, the Dynasty Tournament is about to be held, right?" "You kid want to participate in it too?" "After all, it is only held once in 5,000 years, and there are several 5,000 years in life." "That's right, just do whatever you want. ”

Ye Tenglong, who ran frantically, jumped up and rushed to the tentacle directly after feeling that his soul power was gone, and just wanted to fight it with a self-explosion, the huge tentacle shrank back, and then the birdsong sounded, and the big bird caught the tentacle monster. Ye Tenglong didn't have time to care about the domestic casualties, and in an instant, he broke through the roof and came to Zhiye's side. Seeing that Zhiye was fine, he leaned against the pillar and gasped. "It's good that Qianxian is fine, otherwise I would be sorry for you. ”

For the rest of his life after the Wuling Platform catastrophe, he watched the two apprentices who had fainted and sat down on their butts, looked around at the forbidden place that was corroded by slime and sighed: "We are so lucky." Stellar, planetary, if it weren't for them, I don't know what this planet would have become. After finishing speaking, the Misty Spirit Terrace Immortal Venerable himself closed his eyes and began to rest.

The people on the second satellite are all thinking about how to become stronger after experiencing the catastrophe of life and death, especially those who cultivate immortals and practice martial arts.

Although there are many lives that have died in battle, everyone's lives still have to go on. The next day, the Marshmallow Hospital was repaired and suspended again in mid-air. The eighth prince is injured, and he will not come to Liangqiu for the time being. Dean Nguyen also left temporarily.

Liangqiu held his head a little bored, looking at the holes on the ground that were corroded by slime. Behind him, Shawshank looked at him in a daze and put down his lunch, because he was doing things, so he couldn't eat with other people casually. Shawshank came to his side and looked down: "What are you thinking? Since you are lucky to survive, you will live well." Also, don't bother those old-timers in the future. Otherwise, we won't be able to keep you. There's also good news for you, and while we know it's impossible for you to prove that you're not mentally ill, the hospital has decided to give you a chance to prove it. The time is yours. ”

When Liangqiu heard this, he changed his hand to support his head and asked, "Are you sure you want to give me a chance?" "Of course, you have to take advantage of it." I'll go first. And, thank you. ”

Liangqiu turned around and asked suspiciously, "Thank me, thank me, thank me?" Shawshank asked tentatively, "Didn't you yesterday?" "That's it! Didn't you save me too, let's settle down." You're welcome. Shawshank knew what was wrong, so he didn't continue, and left with the door.

Liangqiu's eyes finally regained some vitality: there is no drama in escaping from prison, and it seems that he can only try to prove that he is not mentally ill.

Note: The Dynasty Tournament is a global event that the three major imperial groups have been holding tens of millions of years ago. Held every 5,000 years, the number of participants starts at 100,000, and the final three are basically the top forces of the three empires, and have always been divided by the three empires. The Sea Clan also participated, but each time they did not bother to send so-called strong people to participate. This time, because of the attack of foreign powerhouses, more people will want to become stronger, and the number of participants may be the highest ever.