The planet was trembling. Knight A, Zhi Nan, and black robes were already floating in the air.
The stone house underfoot only lasted for a moment before it collapsed to the ground, which was extremely pitiful.
And the barren mountains and wilderness, which had been covered with layers of green, were completely extinguished and returned to death.
Large areas of underground magma emerged and surged to the ground, flowing freely and unscrupulously, destroying everything in sight.
The tsunami soared into the sky, with waves rising to a height of thousands of meters, harshly washing everything on the earth.
Some of the greenskins that had been lucky enough to survive were also flooded by the sea water.
"Sure enough, it is easier to destroy than to build. I, the Buddha, am merciful and have pity on those new lives. After this calamity, I don't know how many will survive." Zhi Nan clasped his hands together, his eyes a little painful.
"Be content. If the earth is in such a turmoil, more people will die." Fang Ning muttered to himself.
Of course, he said this in the system space, and Zhinan couldn't hear it.
The three of them were just waiting quietly in mid-air for the incarnation of the Ghost Lord to appear.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the trembling of the planet finally stopped.
Then there was a long silence, like that before a storm.
Fang Ning subconsciously wanted to hold her breath, but then she realized that her body was in the care of the uncle, so she couldn't do this...
In an instant, on the planet, in the magma, a boundless giant blood-red hand suddenly appeared, and fiercely grasped the three knights.
This giant blood-red hand was so overwhelming that with Fang Ning's eyesight, it was impossible to estimate how long it was.
He quickly asked the two gods for advice.
"Oh, look at the ratio between it and the mountains on land, it's probably about one hundred and eight thousand miles long." Death said vaguely.
"Hiss..." When Fang Ning heard this, he couldn't help but gasp!
The incarnation of the Ghost Lord is indeed terrifying!
The giant hand was extremely long, but extremely fast. Like a burst of light, it grabbed the three people, completely violating the laws of physics.
The three of them immediately dispersed and responded differently.
Knight A turned into a thousand-meter black sword and stabbed hard at the palm of the giant blood-red hand!
But from Fang Ning's point of view, this was similar to stabbing a whale with an embroidery needle.
The black robe and Zhi Nan stayed away from each other. They instantly appeared in the extremely far space, looking at the battle below.
"I only hope that your venerable master can fight and win." Monk Zhinan sighed longly.
The black robe couldn't help but said: "No matter how powerful the Lord is, he is still far from touching the threshold of gods and demons. When the master was still a demon saint, if the other party could not arouse the master's good thoughts, he could not even defeat the master who was greatly weakened. , how can we defeat the incarnation of the Ghost Lord in this heyday?"
"Yes, look at the blood-red giant hand. This should be the powerful ghost king among the five ghost kings. It seems that the poor monk needs to make some preparations." Monk Zhinan suddenly had another look in his eyes. Two black whirlpools emerged.
Just as Zhi Nan said, after the black sword stabbed the palm of the giant hand, a red dot suddenly appeared in the palm, as if all the essence of the giant hand was concentrated, and the black sword was blocked immediately!
Not only that, Fang Ning could also hear a "zilla", a violent and sharp sound of explosions, one after another, deafening, which made him uncontrollably frightened.
"Fortunately, my sword has been upgraded to the mythical level, otherwise it would definitely be broken this time..." The uncle suddenly said to Fang Ning.
"Well, it seems the problem isn't that big. You actually have time to talk to me." Fang Ning felt relieved immediately.
"Well, I wanted to collect people before, so I didn't have time to tell you. Now I'm just stalling for time. Of course I have time." The uncle said confidently.
At this moment, the giant hand squeezed hard again.
But in 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 a distance!
The giant hand tried to grab it again, but the black sword flashed faster and it couldn't grasp it at all.
"Fortunately, Soaring Dragon has the bonus of teleportation, otherwise, there would be no way to escape." Fang Ning said thankfully.
"Of course. Without a teleportation game system, how can it be called a game?" the uncle said proudly.
At this moment, the giant blood-red hand suddenly clenched and flicked, and five fingers suddenly flew out, directly attacking the black sword hanging in space.
Those five fingers seemed to be able to teleport, and in the blink of an eye, they trapped the long sword, just like five strong men surrounding a little sheep.
"Uh, uncle, you are going to be beaten by a group of people." Fang Ning said angrily.
"It's impossible, I'll call someone too." The uncle cheered up.
I saw the black sword suddenly shook, and six dragons flew out from the sword!
A dragon faced a bloody finger, and another dragon stayed beside the black sword to guard.
But the next moment, the five bloody fingers moved in unison and penetrated into the dragon's body.
With a "bang", Wulong was popped like a soap bubble easily!
Seeing this scene, Fang Ning let out a sigh of relief. This is god-level power. He has been used to watching the old man crush his opponents for a long time, and now he finally hit the iron plate!
"Sure enough, we can't fight head-on. Why can't I hide if I can't offend him?" the uncle muttered to himself.
Then Black Sword put away the other dragon and wanted to teleport again.
Only this time, five bloody fingers flashed with blood at the same time.
The entire space was immediately blocked, and teleportation failed!
In the dark space, the black sword is trapped in it!
"Holy shit, what can I do?" Fang Ning was shocked.
"You are so startled that it affects my mood very much." The uncle scolded me.
Fang Ning just wanted to stay down and be quiet, not daring to speak.
"Call your Heaven and Earth Monuments out. I'll hold on hard for a while before talking." The uncle then ordered.
Then the green-skinned frog and the macaw were called out by Fang Ning.
In an instant, a streak of blue and purple and a streak of black and yellow flashed over the black sword, becoming harder and harder.
Almost at the same time of strengthening, five fingers snapped hard at the same time!
"Boom!" A loud noise shocked everyone!
It was obviously in space, and there was no sound transmission. However, this vibration was the vibration of the wave of spiritual thoughts, which spread directly in all directions.
Fang Ning could only feel his mind swaying. If he hadn't been in the system space, shielding him from all harm, he completely believed that this shock alone would be enough to knock him out of his wits and turn him into ashes!
Fortunately, the uncle is in charge, but the uncle will not care about any spiritual attacks!
"Uncle, are you okay?" Fang Ning asked quickly.
"Well, what can I do? I'm afraid this sword really has to be remade, and it will cost a lot of money." The uncle said very heartbroken.
"Hiss..." Fang Ning was horrified again, "Is this a mythical flying sword? Can't you resist it?"
"Is this a super-god-level attack? The fact that it has lasted so long is enough to prove that the quality of the products I produce is high enough. It's not like you human garbage manufacturers who only pass off inferior products." The uncle said plausibly.
"Hey, why don't you quickly add the 'indestructible' system attribute to it? Doesn't the Heavenly Book Baby have this attribute?" Fang Ning suggested.
"Well, the so-called 'indestructible', I didn't tell you before, actually has a limit. It can't be destroyed even if the universe is destroyed, right? This limit is an attack below the gods. Now we are facing such a super-god-level attack. , it’s useless to add it.” The uncle admitted honestly.
"So that's the case, what should we do now?" Fang Ning asked humbly.
"You ask the God of Death if he has any protection?" the uncle urged.
Fang Ning asked quickly.
The God of Death shook his head and said: "I am only good at attack and destruction, but I have no achievements in protection."
Fang Ning was disappointed when the God of Cookery suddenly spoke.
"As for protection, I'm the scapegoat, but it's not bad."
"Oh, then please ask Senior God of Cookery to lend you the blame, and you will be rewarded generously." Fang Ning pleaded.
"It's easy to talk about. After all, we are here to take shelter, so we should put in some effort." The God of Cookery is kinder after all. Although he is not a white lotus, after all, compared to the God of Death, who has no lower limit, he has to pay more attention to the demeanor of a god. I'm sorry. Take advantage of the situation.
As soon as He finished speaking, a cloud of white breath emerged from the handle of the black pot and floated in the entertainment room.
Obviously, he has figured out that he is absolutely safe in this recreation room, and the God of Death cannot possibly attack him.
Otherwise, He really wouldn't take the blame.
So Fang Ning picked up the black pot and said to the uncle, "Take it and use it. This is a real artifact, not something you made out of money."
"I know, stop talking nonsense." The uncle said angrily, and then the blame disappeared.
At this time, outside, the black sword suddenly shrank into a ball, and then a black pot firmly protected it.
At this time, play with five fingers again!
"Bang" was another wave of spiritual thoughts, but this time the black pot remained motionless, not even leaving a mark!