Save Reloading Immortal

Zhuo Bufan has a hot sun on his head and walks in the desert without eating or drinking.

He didn’t know how long he had gone, feeling that his feet were almost gone!

But until now, he still did not see the end of the desert, and did not see any people.

“This hell, fear not only the desert?”

Zhuo Bufan looked at the front, licking the desert, and his heart was half cold.

The house leaked to the night rain, and at this time, he suddenly saw the desert edge and started a storm.

“Not good, it is a sandstorm!”

Looking at the dust storms of the sky, it is like a tsunami.

Zhuo Bufan had no choice but to bite his teeth.

“Damn, it seems that you can only use divine power.”

In the face of sandstorms, the mortal body must have no resistance.

Zhuo Bufan is the only one who can rely on it, his power.

Therefore, when Zhuo Bufan faced the violent sandstorm, his only choice was to use divine power.

Seeing that the sandstorm was overwhelming, Zhuo Bufan held his breath and thought.

In him, there is a condensed ring of gods.

Zhuo Bufan is now a god ring, full of Ninth Layer, the power is still very powerful.

Facing the dust storm that covered the sky, Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and gathered a ring of gods in front of his palm.

In the next second, from the ring of the gods, the energy of destroying the earth is sprayed.

boom!

The horrible sandstorm was instantly opened with a huge hole.

“One percent!”

Zhuo Bufan said to himself, just that one stroke, consumed one percent of his power.

He is very cautious in using the power of the god.

Therefore, every move of the shot is rigorously calculated.

His power is not great, because in Hell, the believers of Culture True World cannot pass the power of faith to Zhuo Bufan.

As a result, Zhuo Bufan’s divine power is not supplemented.

The power of God is his reliance on hell.

So he must use the power of the gods like an iron cock.

In his view, one hundred percent of the divine power is enough to deal with the current sandstorm.

However, it was just when Zhuo Bufan had not had time to be happy.

Suddenly, the dust storm in front of him changed.

The sandstorm that originally swept the sky like a tsunami, began to condense.

Finally, a sandstorm giant was formed.

The giant is unattainable and can’t see the top!

Perhaps it was angered by Zhuo Bufan’s recent move, and the sandstorm giant slammed the big fist of the hill and headed for Zhuo Bufan.

Where is the fist, it is a meteor.

“What the hell is this?”

Zhuo Bufan slammed, and the sandstorm turned into a human form, which is simply unscientific!

Even Culture True World is not so strange.

However, it is indeed a giant that has been condensed with countless sands.

Seeing that the meteor-like fist fell from the sky, Zhuo Bufan immediately opened a ring of gods, and the backhand banged out.

The punch was punched out, and a ring of gods was quickly condensed in front of his fist, and then the power of his fist was magnified millions of times.

Rumble!

Zhuo Bufan’s small fist caught the meteor fist of the sandstorm giant.

At that moment, the earth shook, the explosion was like a thunder, and it was a sensation.

Endless sand, falling from the sky, like pouring rain.

“One percent!”

Just that punch, Zhuo Bufan is also a cost-conscious one that consumes 1% of the power.

However, the two fists collided, but the respective energy was offset.

Zhuo Bufan did not kill the sandstorm giant.

Quite the contrary, the sandstorm giant sees Zhuo Bufan will be the home sandstorm meteor fist resisted.

He suddenly became furious, and then opened a huge mouth, from the mouth, spurting a sand waterfall like the Nine Heavens galaxy.

It was a waterfall formed by the desert, which swept directly towards Zhuo Bufan.

“Damn, you can’t waste time with him, you have to be quick and quick.”

Zhuo Bufan can’t play this sandstorm giant with a punch and punch. His power is limited.

Zhuo Bufan must kill the sandstorm giant with the least amount of divine power.

“It seems that at least 5 percent of the power must be used to destroy this freak in one go.”

Zhuo Bufan doesn’t know what the sandstorm giant is. He can only treat it as a freak.

Seeing that the sand waterfall fell from the sky, Zhuo Bufan once again raised his fist, and a powerful power began to condense on his fist.

This punch, filled with 5 percent of the power of the gods, the entire arm, has a golden glow.

“come!”

Zhuo Bufan shouted and slammed out to the head of the sandstorm giant on the day.

At the moment of blasting, above his fist, a huge ring of gods was condensed.

boom!

That punch was like a shell that blew out from the ring of gods.

Then, it was a huge golden light that slammed on the head of the sandstorm giant.

Rumble!

This punch directly penetrated the head of the sandstorm giant, and even blasted over the sky and shattered the entire sky.

Five percent of the power of God is really extraordinary.

Looking at the head of the sandstorm giant, the explosion became a fly ash.

Zhuo Bufan showed a dignified smile.

The reason why it is dignified is that it consumes 5 percent of his power.

Together with the previous two punches, he has already consumed 7 percent of his power.

Fortunately, it consumed seven percent of the power and eventually killed the sandstorm giant.

Seeing that the sandstorm giant turned into a fly ash from the air, Zhuo Bufan saw that there seemed to be something falling down in the abdominal cavity of the sandstorm giant, and eventually fell to the ground.

Zhuo Bufan saw it and ran over.

I saw only a small potato-sized creature lying on the sand.

It doesn’t seem to be dead yet.

It is also shaped like a potato with a hard armor-like shell on the surface.

There are two cute big ears and the ears are like a wing.

There is also a mark on its forehead. It should also be a slave of Yama.

But unlike the mark on Zhuo Bufan’s forehead, the mark on the forehead of this little potato is three concentric circles with a black dot in the center.

Then directly above the concentric circle, there are two triangular corners.

Obviously, the slave of this potato is more advanced than Zhuo Bufan, indicating that its status in hell is actually much higher than Zhuo Bufan.

“Why do you add a concentric circle every time you upgrade?”

“This Little Thing has three concentric circles, a small dot in the middle, and then there are two triangles in the outer ring. Its position in hell should be higher than my five levels.”

Zhuo Bufan guessed the level of this small potato according to his own calculation.

Obviously, this little potato is the body of the sandstorm giant.

It is such a strange creature that can create such a terrible sandstorm.

However, this little potato never imagined that it encountered a heresy.

Zhuo Bufan was clearly the lowest slave, but he defeated himself.

“Take it, as a spare food.”

Zhuo Bufan thought about it and decided to bring this little potato together.

It is said to be a spare food, but Zhuo Bufan feels that this little potato, even in hell, is not a simple creature.