Yue Jianming continued to provide energy to the door, unable to move, and sweat was already faintly seen on her cold face.

And Fang Cheng is being surrounded and intercepted by hundreds of little evil gods.

This group of things cannot be killed like Xiaoqiang. Kill one and immediately split into several pieces, with more and more numbers.

"Let's find a way to push Him into the gate, Yue Jianming can only hold on for another thirty minutes."

Yi Xieai's voice suddenly rang in Fang Cheng's mind.

Fang Cheng was furious: "You are so fucking coming out to help!"

Yi Xieai shut up with a single word: "Do you dare to let me come?"

Don't dare!

Fang Cheng will be eroded if he just uses the Spiritual Art.

If Yi Xieai came, I was afraid she would not have been left directly by her.

After the last time he beat Isis, he never used any other spiritual techniques except for treatment, and would never use them unless necessary.

Yi Xieai knew that Fang Cheng was very alert to him and chuckled: "You can do it yourself. If it fails, Yue Jianming and I will never be able to change to a new agent. Ye Yuqing's problem cannot be solved, but we will die."

Fang Cheng used vector control to flash the small evil god that was pounced on him, and looked up at the evil god who was stalemate with Yue Jianming.

The black chains keep breaking, I am afraid that the evil god will be able to regain freedom in thirty minutes.

"If my mother's left arm is still inside the evil god, wouldn't she even take her left arm away?"

"Don't worry, there is no matter what the evil god has left in that place, otherwise my mother's body would have been brought in long ago."

After receiving the guarantee, Fang Cheng immediately created a clone to accompany these small evil gods to deal with them.

He himself escaped with instant movement, preparing to find a way to push the evil god into the door.

"Two minutes have passed, and there are still twenty-eight minutes left..."

"Yue Jianming's power is almost over. If this continues, Ye Yuqing and Asaxiang Minghui's souls will not be able to bear it..."

"You can do something quickly..."

Yi Xieai kept urging in Fang Cheng's mind, making him yell angrily: "Shut up! If you have the ability to pull out the Italian cannon, I will push it to you."

Why didn't I find this woman so talkative?

Fang Cheng can hardly do it now if he wants to push the evil god's huge size and weight.

The blood cells used the gravity of the earth to attack freely.

If Fang Cheng did it himself, he could not push such a large blood cell, let alone push the blood cell to hit the evil god.

His mind was moving rapidly, his eyes turned around, and soon landed on the ark that was still parked on the ground in the distance.

A light suddenly flashed in my mind.

Isn’t this a ready-made Italian cannon, no, it’s a ready-made hammer?
Chapter completed!