History’s Strongest Shopkeeper

Although the golden bowl has not been slap in the face, its power is to scare countless people.

The semi-step ten-order realm of the quasi-speaker, Jiang Yan, and black robe, looking at the golden bowl in the hands of Zhou Yang, only feels the instinct of the horror, wants to escape, he is like the fish under the knife, the next moment Will be slaughtered.

The green spirits of the Qing dynasty, the undead master, and the true dragon emperor, the face of horror, the body can not move, as if by an invisible force.

They felt like they were hanging a knife on their heads, asking him to dismember them and make ingredients, just wait for the pot.

As for the other small and powerful creatures who look at the golden bowls, and the extraterrestrial demons, all of them fell to the ground, and every living being was frightened. Their hearts had a feeling that they became the ingredients for the pot. To be cooked, you can't resist at all.

"Hey!"

The golden bowl shot a golden light, cut through time and space, and landed on the body of the **** of evil spirits, reaching the limit.

Even if the evil spirits of the gods and evil spirits were turned out to be ten eyes, they could not escape, and they were hit by Jin Guang.

"Let me go out, I want to fight you!"

The golden light flashed away, and the **** of heaven and earth has disappeared. The golden bowl has heard the roar of the sorrowful trembling.

In the meantime, everyone seems to see countless avenues of the law in the separation of the evil spirits, refining and cooking, and transforming into various energy remedies.

"The scented pot is stronger!"

The prospective preacher’s face was slightly pale, and there was some fear in his heart.

In the previous creation of the fairy pot, you still need a spell. Zhou Yang’s now-made sacred pot, as if there were no spells, put the ten-level elementary realm of the evil spirits into the pottery pot.

Such a strange magic weapon like the creation of the fairy pot, unless the strength is particularly strong, is enough to break the creation of the fairy pot, otherwise it will no longer be able to escape once it is built into the pot.

A strong tenth-level elementary realm was so received in the pottery pot, was made into a dish, or was refining into a medicinal herb, all relying on Zhou Yang’s wishes.

If you change to him, you can't escape the **** of the fairy pot.

"Can you make it possible to refine it?"

Yan Emperor Xiao Yan has a dignified face, which makes the fairy pot too strong. If he also has such a magic weapon, it is too easy to earn value.

Whether it is a person, a god, a fairy, a demon, or a demon, once it is taken into a pottery pot, all will be refined into a potion or made into a dish.

"No."

Wu Zulin shook his head and said.

He made the principle of refining the fairy pot, and the special law of concise, he did not know how to refine.

Don't say that he is the Hongmen and Linmen of the world where the stars have become bigger, the new monks who have become the tenth-order realm, the masters of Tongtian, and so on. The low-level creation of the fairy pots, they may be able to refine them with tyrannical strength.

However, no one of these people can do it, if they want to refine the make-up pot of Zhou Yang’s hand.

"This is really a means of saving."

Wu Shidai looked at the golden bowl in the hands of Zhou Yang, and his expression lags behind and sighs.

He first entered the Wanjie Building, and he knew too little about the mysterious shopkeeper of Wanjielou.

Zhou Yang said that other people were wasting his waste. He didn't understand it at first, but now he understands it.

The **** of evil spirits burns the vitality of the magical rituals and produces ten eyes. Every minute and every second, the vitality is passing.

Among the people in Wanjielou, who can leave their real names on the list of the Cangwu can almost defeat the evil spirits.

It’s just that the length of the defeat is unclear. The longer it takes to suppress the evil spirits, the more the vitality of the evil spirits will pass.

Zhou Yangyi took the hand and put the evil spirits into the pottery pot. In the inner space of the creation of the fairy pot, no matter how the gods and gods struggled, they continued to burn vitality or blew themselves, and they would be completely absorbed by the pottery pot.

"What is this holy thing?"

The top of the world, such as the Qing Sword Juggernaut, the Undead Lord, and the Real Dragon Emperor, finally eased, and the voice shook slightly.

The horror of the fat pigs that are **** to be slaughtered makes them unforgettable for a lifetime.

It is not the crushing of strength, it is completely crushed on the food chain.

Although the Thousand Worlds are full of miracles, there has never been a poultry that has gone against the sky and become a top powerhouse.

The feeling that Zhou Yang gave them was the feeling of crushing on this food chain.

They don't have the courage to shoot Zhou Yang, they just have the courage to escape, it is fortunate.

"Building a fairy pot."

Yan Yan Xiao Yan thought about it.

This magic weapon does not have the need to hide.

“Made the fairy pot?”

Tsing-shirt Juggernaut, the undead master, the true dragon emperor and other top-ranking powerhouses, the pupils suddenly shrank, before saying that eating the evil spirits is not a joke, it is really intended to eat the evil spirits.

There is even a special object for cooking.

A tool for cooking can suppress the evil spirits of the heavens. Then, who owns the master of the pottery pot, what level will his strength reach?

They simply can't imagine the level of the master of the pottery.

"Heavenly gods, great people, ·······"

The demon emperors of the extraterrestrials were pale and looked confused. The gods of the evil spirits were still in danger before they were in danger. How suddenly they were desperate, they were not psychologically prepared.

And ~www.readwn.com~ The evil spirits were suppressed in a flash.

At the moment when the evil spirits were suppressed, they seemed to be caught in a illusion. One invisible big hand pressed their bodies, and the other invisible big hand held a knives, ready to slaughter them.

This feeling of powerlessness and fear, even if it is a sultry, powerful and incomparable demon, is also a war, and the heart is shaking.

For the first time, they felt the crush from the food chain.

"escape!"

All the exogenous demons in the field have raised this idea, but they feel that the body seems to have been emptied, and there is no strength to escape. They want to escape, but it seems that a strong man pulls them and cannot move.

"Let me, let me out, I want to fight you!"

"You are afraid of me, you can only rely on the gods to suppress me."

"Get me out, let me out..."

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The voice of the evil spirits sounded through the golden bowl in the void, but anyone can hear the trembling and panic in the voice.

The evil spirits are not afraid of powerful enemies, but the crushing on the food chain is extremely frightening. The feeling of the knife and the fish, the trembling and panic of the instincts of the body, cannot be controlled.

"Refining!"

Zhou Yang looked pale and glanced at the evil spirits in the golden bowl, and sighed in his heart.

If the evil spirit does not burn his vitality and forcibly opens his eyebrows, he may not shoot.

The **** of evil spirits is the strongest of the tenth-order realm. Moreover, it can also become the commodity of Wanjielou. It is very precious. Zhou Yang naturally cannot let him damage.

"Go back to the banquet and try the craft of making the fairy pot."

Everyone in Wanjielou, "·······".

The world is alive, "·······".

Outside the domain, "·······".