The giant hand touches around and grabs it at will.

After a while, he grabbed tens of thousands of tons of sea water and took Romney and others away.

After a while, I caught several ships and brought them into the whirlpool.

After a while, I touched the sky, and when I touched it, it seemed to touch the bottom, and then it immediately retracted.

"Ah, I touched it!"

After touching, the giant hand finally touched the turtle shell of the disaster dragon turtle.

At this time, the trembling dragon turtle completely lost its majestic appearance as a sub-divine beast.

The limbs were retracted, the dragon head was gone, leaving only a huge turtle shell outside.

"Ha, I see you still run away!"

The giant hand grabbed the disaster dragon turtle, and after saying a word, he vigorously recycled it.

The huge dragon turtle shell of a thousand meters seems to be just a cotton flower on the giant hand.

It is light and soft, as if it can fly if you blow.

"Boom!"

The thousand-meter dragon turtle shell moved, squeezing into a huge vortex.

"Pubo"

The sound of a bottle plug stab sounded, and the disaster dragon turtle was caught back into the vortex by the giant hand.

The sea rolling gradually calmed down, stirring the clouds to recover one by one.

The wind was calm and the whirlpool that was still at the center of the war was restored to its original state in a moment.

The fog appeared again, slowly retracting the face covering the vortex.

When it was so rich that it was no longer visible, a blood-colored figure emerged out of thin air.

"Qilos."

"They went in."

The blood-colored figure looked at the direction of the fog and told the empty fog.

"Yeah, I got it."

"Come to Xin Shanjin Town."

"The offerings are enough for you to cultivate to the Nascent Soul."

Words came from the other end, calm and cold, without any nonsense.

"It's better to cultivate the demon system. If you have enough sacrifices, you can upgrade."

"Unlike you, you have a lot of mixed tasks, all stuck below the advanced level."

The bloody figure did not move, and he was telling himself a certain kind of pride.

"Eleven, you are indeed special."

"But if I am so proud, I will take the initiative to release biochemical viruses, so that you cannot sacrifice."

"A word, come quickly, be careful and obey orders."

The other end pondered for a while, and the voice cords sank, with a sense of intimidation in the coldness.

"Hey, just say it."

"Don't be serious, you still need my knife, don't you?"

The blood-colored figure called Eleven said with a loud voice and no longer prides himself.

The conversation ends.
Chapter completed!