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The shards of the Broken Sky fell. Books.com ( . V o Dt . c o M）

One after another, like a torrential rain.

Every time it landed, it exploded into the sky with dust and flew countless demons.

The army of demons in the wilderness was blown into a swarm of bees by the shattered sky, and they ran and dodged.

Yong Bowen's position did not escape, two pieces of fragments fell in the position, blowing up the position that had just been built, and more than a dozen combat puppets were thrown high like rag dolls, flying hundreds of meters away, and falling into the chaotic demon group.

The demons frantically pounced on the combat puppets, attacking them by all means, dragging out the demons hiding inside and tearing them to pieces, tearing the solid shells of the combat puppets into pieces.

There was also a piece of debris that fell directly on the head of a combat puppet, blowing that combat puppet to pieces on the spot, and the pieces flew out, knocking down a circle of combat puppets and demons in the distance.

Yong Bowen steadily released batch after batch of combat puppets.

The huge chaos formed by the fragments of the sky gave him a heaven-sent opportunity, and it was difficult for the chaotic demons to form an effective attack formation.

The menacing blue giant was also frightened by the falling fragments of the broken sky, and squatted on the spot, hugged his head, and the cold air on his back froze out a thick layer of ice crystals, and he actually wrapped himself in the ice.

Debris of the sky fell on his back, exploding with a thud and shattering ice, but it didn't hurt him.

The falling of the sky debris continued for more than ten minutes before stopping.

As far as the eye can see, the plains have been blown into the surface of the moon, full of large and small craters.

The demons don't know how many dead and wounded, the ground is in shambles, the corpses are like mountains, and the blood is flowing like rivers.

On the top of the peak in the distance, a large shadow suddenly flew up, as if a swarm of bees came out of the nest and flew towards the plain.

Closer, closer.

It can be clearly seen that it is a monk with a flying disc on his feet, with red robes and yellow robes, carrying a chakra, wearing a monk's hat like armor, landing under the plain, chanting mantras, and driving the demons to assemble the whole team.

Another huge ship came out of the air, in the form of an old-fashioned sea sailing ship, with five sails, huge and incomparable, like a small city moving in the air.

Countless monks and soldiers with sharp weapons can be seen on the edge of the ship.

The melodious Sanskrit chant floated faintly out of the boat, and there was a white lotus with a strange fragrance falling, like rain like snow, all the demons in the place they passed bowed to the ground, not daring to move a little.

Yong Bowen has laid more than 10,000 combat puppets, and the black pressure is overwhelming, and in order to clear the arranged positions, he has to take the initiative to attack the surrounding demons to clear the field of the array.

Under the restraint of the flying monk, the demons also gathered into a formation, forming a clear battle with Yong Bowen's side.

The blue giant who froze himself into an ice mass was just in the middle of the array of the two armies, and when the Sanskrit chant came, he couldn't help shaking, and he was covered in ice, straightened up, looked left and right, roared, took a big stride, and turned back to the base camp.

Yong Bowen and Aliyun held hands, nervously watching the giant ship that was flying closer and closer.

Although I don't know what the fate of the future is, I firmly give the other party confidence with the warmth of my palm.

Suddenly, there was a small snort, as if a thick cloth was torn, and the sound sounded behind the two of them.

That's where the original teleportation portal was.

A small faint green light flashed and expanded into a round hole.

The nimble figure of the black sè drilled out of the round hole and swished down to the feet of the two.

The cotton, which came from thousands of miles, raised his head and meowed to the two, full of pride and pride.

"Cotton, how did you get here?"

Yong Bowen was surprised.

Although he has been looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements, but this advance is too precious, the key question is, the demon war, you are not honest at home, what are you doing to join in the fun?

Cotton jumped onto Yong Bowen's shoulder, grabbed his head and shook it vigorously, meowing eagerly as he shook it, and patting his forehead with its paws from time to time.

Yong Bowen was shaken and dizzy, and quickly grabbed Cotton's paws and said to him: "Cotton, what are you doing?" Don't shake it, I'm doing my business, I don't see so many demons on the other side, this is going to be a war, you can say something quickly. ”

When Cotton heard the last sentence, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, covered her head with her head, meowed twice in pain, and looked at him with a "hopeless" look of contempt.

Master Yongda, who was despised by Mianhua, had no choice but to look at Ai Liyun for help: "Sister Xiaoyun, do you understand what cotton means?" ”

Cotton looked at Aliyun expectantly.

Aliyun looked at the cotton seriously, suddenly grabbed the front paws of the cotton, and said excitedly: "I understand, cotton, you want to say that you want to live and die with the two of us, the three of us have been together for so many years, and we will die together, right?" Cotton, I'm so moved, but you're too stupid, you've come thousands of miles to die, although it's a bit shocking to say that, but you're just a cat, don't be so noble......"

The cotton staggered and almost fell off Yong Bowen's shoulder.

Lord Cotton was angry, his beard was raised high, his eyes were round, his nose fluttered and spewed out two thick breaths, and suddenly the man stood up, two front paws, one on his head and one on Yong Bowen's head, meowed twice, and then fell to the side, followed by jumping, and vividly waved his claws at the opposite demon, meowing and screaming.

Such a complex and intense action, for an old black cat like Cotton, is really more difficult, after such a bunch of dances, it sat back on Yong Bowen's shoulder, turned its head weakly, looked at Yong Bowen, and then looked at Aliyun.

"I think I understand something." Yong Bowen tentatively guessed, "What does it want me to take out of its head and put it in my head, and then I can kill the Quartet with great vigor and destroy these demons on the other side, no problem at all?" ”

"Seems to mean that." Aliyun lightly tapped Cotton's head, "Anything can be moved around, and if you move it, it will become powerful immediately...... Unless it's ......"

"Hidden Divine Arts!" Yong Bowen blurted out!

One of the skills of the Taiping Dao housekeeper, the art of the Tibetan gods, Yonghansheng persevered in the world during the Hundred Years War, invincible, and the rest of his life!

Cotton was the carrier of Tibetan magic back then, and followed Yong Hansheng to fight in the world.

Now at the moment of life and death, the loyal cotton came from thousands of miles to fight side by side with Yong Hansheng's grandson.

Yong Bowen once studied the Tibetan Divine Technique, but it never came in handy, and he didn't practice much, so he almost forgot about it.

"However, there is no spare divine consciousness hidden in Cotton's body!" Aliyun frowned and said, "There is a hidden divine technique, there is no divine sense to exchange, and it is useless." ”

"No, Sister Xiaoyun, you are wrong."

Yong Bowen shook his head slowly: "There are still two divine senses on Cotton, which have always been there, and they have never been used!" ”

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