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Amaterasu landed on the round platform, and saw Lan Zhonghe turn over and roll down the stage, stand up, very embarrassed, so he let out a strange laugh, and said in a sharp voice: "Hehe, this old man, let's let you see it more refreshing!" As he spoke, he jumped up, put his feet together, and kicked the big copper tripod burning with a raging flame in the center of the round platform.

I saw that this big copper tripod weighing more than 1,000 catties flew straight up under this vigorous kick, and rushed to the banquet room under the stage, and the six guests in the second row of the banquet were overwhelmed at the same time in the sound of fire.

The big copper tripod was tumbling, and the remaining momentum was undiminished, rolling in the ground, and hitting the table seats in the third and fourth rows, and knocking over the seven or eight people who couldn't dodge it.

The clothes of a dozen or so visitors were on fire together, and the iron tripod rolled over, killing seven or eight visitors, and the rest of the clothes were on fire and wailing and rolling in the ground.

When everyone saw this tragic situation, they were all frightened, and several people rose up and ran towards the full moon gate, but before they got close, in a panic, they were hacked to death by the heavenly soldiers guarding the door.

Everyone in the audience saw it, and the timid people were even more panicked. Amaterasu saw the evil god, stood on the round platform, laughed a few times, jumped up, jumped in front of the copper tripod with an arrow step, faced the round platform, and gently knocked the copper tripod with the knife in his hand,

"Dangdang" sounded, did not speak at the moment, put the knife in his hand on the ground, sink his crotch forward, waist and horse together, screamed strangely, both palms out, and pushed heavily on the top of the body, everyone only listened

With a loud "boom", the copper tripod was pushed up and flew up, drawing an arc.

With a sound of "dang", it fell heavily in the center of the round platform, and the tripod stood upright, and there was still an ember of fire in the tripod.

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