Chapter 1039 Great, We Have Malt to Eat

Ange's strength only increased by leaps and bounds after the arrival of Little Ghost and Little Sapling.

The little ghost brought him a steady stream of divine power, the little sapling brought him a strong body that could withstand any changes, and the Divine Tree of All Realms could support the existence of all realms.

Ange's body quickly turned purple, transformed into a mourning skeleton, and then a bright light flashed.

"Feti's flash! When did the dead skeleton transform into Feti!?" Nigris was shocked.

Feti's flash is a skill that compresses the space in front of him. It compresses a hundred meters of space into five meters, and then passes through it, creating an illusion of instant teleportation. However, it is not actually teleportation. If there is something blocking the front, it will It will hit you directly.

Ange directly hit the place where the phantom collapsed, knocking the already crumbling phantom into even more pieces. Even his right arm crashed into those fragments and he grabbed it fiercely.

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Ah -!" The phantom's voice came from the debris area. From confusion, to surprise, to shock, to screaming, it showed the ups and downs of his mood like jumping off a building, and finally violently Earn one.

Ange's body was pulled forward, as if he was about to be dragged in.

The soul flame on his body swelled up. Ange thrust his other left hand forward and inserted it into the broken area. He grabbed the phantom and even pushed his head forward. His entire upper body reached in and pulled. He held on to the phantom and tried his best to drag it out.

He pushed back hard and his head came out. He arched his back and his shoulders came out. He lunged back and his arms came out. He was still holding on to the phantom tightly.

The calmness and disdain of the phantom had completely disappeared, replaced by panic. He never expected that someone could forcefully pull him out of the broken void.

Not to mention the shearing force of the space, a metal rod inserted into the crack in the space can break the iron rod the moment it closes. Ange directly thrust his upper body in, simply holding the space with force. Shearing force to pull him.

Not to mention that Ange's hands were like some kind of powerful restraint, grabbing him firmly and dragging him out steadily.

The shadow panicked and smashed Ange's palm, but it couldn't be smashed. He subconsciously tried to break it off, but it couldn't be broken anymore. Seeing himself being dragged out of the Shattered Void, he couldn't help but cry out in anxiety:

"Let me go, don't, I'm sorry, I just said the wrong thing, it's my fault, I'm sorry, let me go, I apologize, I apologize, let me go, let me go."

The shadow cried and shouted, but Ange turned a deaf ear and dragged it bit by bit.

The shadow was dragged out of the broken space bit by bit. He struggled, clasping his hands and feet, holding himself up against the broken edge, like a kobold who was about to be thrown out, trying to open the door. Struggling feebly.

Unfortunately, it had no effect at all, so he finally had to shout: "Help!!"

Almost at the moment he shouted for help, Ange felt his hands tighten, and a huge force surged in, dragging the shadow back a little.

Xuying was refreshed, and using this sudden huge force as a fulcrum, he struggled back bit by bit, trying to get rid of Ange's hands.

It was Ange's turn to be dragged into the broken space bit by bit.

Ange stared at him angrily. Xuying became emboldened and shouted with all his strength: "Let me go, damn Maomao God, let go! Let go! Wherever they come from, go away, stare, believe it or not, I will You have no eyeballs?"

Ange shouted with all his strength: "Ouch!"

The sapling slowly unfolded, the true leaves stretched hard, and the entire roots twisted at the same time.

On the surface, the sapling does not seem to have changed much, but if you look along its roots, you can see that a large number of roots have penetrated the space and firmly anchored itself in this space.

The little ghost also emerged from Ange's finger, blinked his eyes, and followed Ange's arm upwards. Like flowing holy light, it quickly wrapped around Ange's upper body and struggled to drag it back.

The shadow that had been dragged into the broken space was immediately dragged out bit by bit.

You dragged me, you dragged me, the two sides fell into a wrestling state. The shadow suddenly discovered something bad. He became the center of the wrestling. Two huge forces acted on him, and soon he was More than he could bear.

"Ah! Let go, let go, let go, it's cracked, it's cracked! It hurts! It hurts! Let me go!" Xuying howled miserably.

Xuying never thought that someone could 'catch' him. A being like him could break even the space and travel through it without hindrance.

It was originally a simple matter, just light a few fires and run away from the Shattered Void. Unexpectedly, he was grabbed and dragged out of the Shattered Void.

Just drag him out. The opponent's hands seem to have some kind of restriction. If you grab him, he can't break away. He can't even survive with his arms broken.

And the one who called for help was even more stupid. He was dragging him, why were I dragging him? I called you to save my life, not to tug of war!

So the strength of both sides pulled up the river with the phantom as the midpoint. The pain was so painful that the phantom seemed to be broken, and he screamed miserably: "Lochma, let go, let go, I don't need you to save, let me go, I don't need you to save, it's going to split." Cracked, cracked..."

The shadow was torn in half, and the screams stopped abruptly.

Unable to hold back, Ange rolled back violently. When he pounced forward again, the broken void had disappeared.

Only half of the phantom was pulled out. After being pulled into two halves, the phantom lost its ability to maintain its shape and slowly shrank into a ball in Ange's hand.

Ange shuddered, and the half of the phantom didn't react at all, deader than dead.

"Is he dead like this? You're so weak, and you still dare to call you Maomao God?" Nagris flew over and sneered.

Anthony also flew over and said quickly: "Not weak, sir, I used the sapling to anchor the space, and used the little ghost to exert force, and the combined force to tear him apart. Let's not talk about this for now, sir, those fires can't be extinguished, and they will burn to ashes if they touch them. If this continues, the food in the God's Domain will be burned out."

Ange stretched out his hand and wiped the phantom - searched the soul, and said to throw the remaining phantom to the little ghost to swallow, and then quickly came to the pile of food.

Fire, not ordinary fire, can't be extinguished by water or mud, but spread very quickly, in just a short while, one-tenth of the surface area was burned.

"He called the immortal divine fire, which should be some kind of divine power flame. If you can't find the power to restrain it, you can only use a stronger divine power to neutralize it. Try to shine the holy light on it and see if it works." Nagris suggested.

Ang shook his head and did not accept Negris's suggestion. Instead, he raised his hand and condensed water drops to wet the burning area.

But water could not put out this kind of flame. Instead, after being wetted, the flame spread faster.

However, watering was not for extinguishing the fire. At the same time, Ang stepped hard on the footprints, and the soaked grains immediately sprouted germs and grew wildly.

The power of growth instantly covered the power of the immortal fire. Almost at the same time as the grain sprouted, the immortal fire went out, and Ang quickly kicked off the quick death halo.

Looking at the green and white sprouts of the grain, Negris said with a bitter face: "Great, we have malt to eat."