Li Guotao didn't know, so he watched it seriously.

A huge hand came out of it, and the other hand held on to the crack, as if to poke it out.

Li Guotao gasped.

Without him, it's really this hand, it's too unbelievable.

It was not a pair of hands at all, at least Li Guotao had never seen a human hand with only three fingers, all of them seemed to be as long and thick as the pillars in the temple of the Wild Ancient Temple, just that one finger, I am afraid that it would weigh about 1,000 catties, this is not enough, the important thing is that there are dense scales on this finger, just like fish scales.

Or rather, fish scales, because the giant palm not only has scales on its head, but also has a thin layer of webbing between the fingers.

It's like a duck's toe.

But this is far more terrifying than the duck's toes, because the duck's toes at least don't exude a metallic cold purple luster, exuding a terrifying oppressive feeling like a demon god!

Immediately after, another arm came out of the black hole.

It's just that when you climbed the cave wall with both hands and wanted to drill out of your head, Chen Yuanyuan still didn't hold it up after all, he let out a muffled snort in his mouth, and shook two steps under his feet.

It's really a terrible loss of true yuan.

From the very beginning, when Chen Yuanyuan came to this space, the power from the night began to drain continuously, and his connection with the night was hindered.

This is also the reason why Chen Yuanyuan didn't make a move.

This is also the reason why the people on the bronze giant bed keep trying to make it.

This is also the reason why Chen Yuanyuan can't hold it now.

Chen Yuanyuan only felt that his eyes were black, and his innermost part was filled with a sweet taste—it was the smell of blood.

His own North Styx has long since died, and his current power comes from the black moon in the sky of the North Styx, but now the moon has dimmed and cannot even emit any brilliance.

It's a bit like the lights are running out.

But Chen Yuanyuan is still holding on, but the black hole has begun to shrink.

Obviously, the head and body of a monster of this magnitude can't be drilled.

So the monster let out an earth-shattering roar, as if venting its dissatisfaction.

It was a sound that was directly beyond what could be produced in the current realm.

Although it may be tens of millions of miles away, hundreds of millions of miles away, its power is still extremely powerful, the first is the bronze giant bed, the bed can no longer withstand the powerful sound waves, countless cracks appear on the surface, as if it is the ice crack of the kiln.

At the same time, the luster of the bronze bed disappeared in an instant, and a high-pitched howl of pain was remembered in it, like the screams of a woman in pain.

The same is true of the bronze bed, let alone the man in the bed.

The mudra is really a Buddhist mudra, but I don't know what the meaning is, what the effect is, a big Buddha suddenly appeared in the void, faintly, but as soon as the big Buddha appeared, it gave people a feeling of suppressing everything in all directions.

It's just that the Buddha is just a phantom after all, and he doesn't show his true body, maybe the monster itself is not as good as the Buddha, but the person on the bed now is definitely not as good as this monster.

So under the roar, it is like a breeze blowing the spring water full of pools, which seems gentle, but in fact hides murderous intentions.

The phantom of the Great Buddha seemed to have been blown away by the fierce wind, and the curtain of the huge bed disappeared cleanly in the powerful wind.

But I still couldn't see the figure on the bed, I could only see a shadow, and I vaguely saw a graceful figure on the bed.

It can be seen that there is something else in this bed.

But that's not all.

Because the black hole hasn't gone away yet.

Although this black hole is now irreversibly slowly beginning to shrink and begin to recede.

But the magic lies in the word slow.

He can't let out the monster's head, but it's not that he can't release the monster's arm.

Maybe it was Chen Yuanyuan's order, or maybe it was because he couldn't get angry out of his head, anyway, the monster's arm stretched out directly, and he slapped the big bed.

The bronze bed was huge, but now it was only four or five times the size of the palm compared to the giant palm.

The giant palm has not yet reached the bed, but the palm wind has already arrived.

The bronze giant bed could no longer stand the pressure, and it actually looked like it was disintegrating - the fall of the ornaments one by one, the crackling sound of the various formations in it, the explosions that were emitted, and one after another began to stop functioning.

Even under that pressure, as long as the woman in the bed is out of the big bed, she may be crushed alive into a meatloaf or meat sauce.

Seeing that he was about to die there, Chen Yuanyuan could even think of the tragic situation when the giant palm was removed, but the sky would never fulfill people's wishes.

This was the case with previous breakthroughs, and it is also true now.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the giant palm, and compared to the giant palm, the figure was as small as an ant.

An ant that can be crushed to death with a fragile finger.

As mentioned earlier, his palm wind can kill a master.

But the man didn't feel this at all, standing well, and even looking up calmly.

The moment Chen Yuanyuan saw him, he knew that it was impossible.

Because every time this person appears, he is like that, well, it can be said that his appearance is like an old monk in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, as if he knows everything, but he has great powers.

This man is an old monk.

He was in the wrong place when he shouldn't.

He appeared beneath the giant palm.

Calm and calm.

Then he stretched out his hand, which was not small, but it was a little funny compared to the giant palm.

It's a bit ridiculous because the gap is huge.

I thought the gap was huge, so it was shocking.

He bent his fingers, and the powerful wind blew his remaining fingers back hard.

The wind was too strong, so it wasn't too precise to blow this thing.

It's like countless Hercules grabs your fingers and pulls them back until they break.

Chen Yuanyuan heard the sound of bones cracking, clear and crisp.

It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, but the old monk gives people the feeling that he has no heart.

Because he didn't feel any pain at all, as if it wasn't his finger that was short, as if it wasn't his own that hurt.

The face is still so peaceful.

Chen Yuanyuan frowned when he saw it.

Li Guotao also looked very seriously, as if he wanted to see through the old monk's eyes.

The old monk really didn't care.

His fingers were broken, so what? Not all of them were broken.

Anyway, the most important one is not broken, and that's enough!