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493. About death

Ling Xiaotu stared at this blankly, then couldn't help laughing and shook his head:

"It's just contacting each other and sending messages, but it can make such a big noise. It's really the style of a domineering snake man."

Observation from a low position obviously cannot clearly see what Xuanyuan Xuantian 'said'.

So she signaled the little carrot demon to lift her up. Although the little carrot demon was petite, it was powerful enough. Its vines tightly wrapped around her waist and slowly lifted her into the air.[

Ling Xiaotu leaned over and looked over. The traces of broken stones looked very eye-catching on the ground, and huge writings lay across the ruined road. "I'll give you a minute, come here."

Next to the huge words was a huge arrow, pointing directly at the poor billboard swaying in the wind.

Ling Xiaotu glared at each word and murmured to himself:

",,,,Oh my God, can this guy stop making so much noise?"

She knew that Xuanyuan Xuantian had never been able to do those detailed micro-manipulations, such as using Xuan Qing Qi to create small characters as big as a palm on the ground.

But is it really necessary to use such big characters?

Although Ling Xiaotu disagreed in her heart, she still let the little carrot demon put her down and returned to the billboard map that locked everyone inside.

After a while, some destroyed roads appeared on the ground in front of the map, and those broken roads were being spelled out to mean different Chinese characters.

The size of the characters this time seems to be limited by local restrictions. It is much more restrained than the imposing message just now, but the size of each Chinese character is at least nearly three meters in length.

,,,,"I will start the timer immediately, half a minute. Wait for the thirtieth blow to destroy this."

Then, a huge stone pit suddenly appeared on the ground next to it.

That's the mark of the beginning.

The pits appeared one after another, making a not-so-gentle sound.

Like a reminder, the nearby ground was soon blasted like a honeycomb.

What a special timing method.
Chapter completed!
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