Pan Ting was too exhausted and lacked oxygen. His mind couldn't react to what it was saying. He was thrilled when Zaozi bit her neck. While throwing Zaozi out, he hurriedly put away the wind.

Without the help of the wind, the fireball quickly returned to its original state.

Pan Ting looked at the fireball from afar, and the bloodshot had not yet faded from the whites of his eyes, revealing a little embarrassed and a bit hostile.

He remembered the roar before Zaozi was thrown away, his eyes moved slightly and fell from the air, ignoring the people's screams one after another, walked step by step under the fireball, raised his eyes and looked at the dazzling light, and stretched out his hand again.

The ground was like boiling water, and the road paved with bluestone was bubbled "puffy" and gravel cracked from time to time from time to time, popping out half a foot high.

People fled around and looked at Pan Ting's back from a distance.

Although his figure was not wide against the backdrop of the city, when he flew into the air again, his back seemed to be pulled up invisibly, and he supported the sky of Fengtian City with a burly and magnificent shore.

The fireball swayed up and down in the air for a few times, suddenly dispersed, surrounding Pan Ting.

Pan Ting stretched out his hands and grabbed the void on the ground.

The soil rose like a fountain, rising from the ground. When it rushed out three meters, it was like a flower petal blooming, and it was divided into seven or eight pieces, one on one, surrounding the fireball one by one, and after completely surrounding the fireball, it suddenly tightened and tightly sealed the fireball's retreat.

The fireball jumped up in frightened state, trying to break through the encirclement, but was suppressed by the earth rope.

Pan Ting coldly saw the "earth ball" struggling ups and downs in the air, and suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in his heart, as if Sa Er was in the fireball, tightly pinched by him, and he could not survive or die.

The "earth ball" moves more and more violently, and becomes smaller and smaller. Finally, it rolls from the air to the ground, jumping like a ball, one after another, from high to low, to slowly rolling, to completely still.

Pan Ting slowly fell back to the ground.

A brief gap appeared at the moment when the war ended.

Everything is silent.

Pan Ting heard his heart beating. After being a writer for so many years, he has created many heroes and described countless fierce scenes. This is the first time he has performed it himself. His moves are not as good as one-tenth of what he described in his writing, but his passionate emotions have never been seen in his heart.

A neat and huge cheer sounded without warning, like a terrifying wave, drowned him fiercely.

Pan Ting turned a deaf ear and his eyes were unavailable from the earth balls. After confirming that they were indeed destroyed by the earth, they could no longer rekindle, they let out a long breath to welcome the cheers of the people.

"God, God..."

"God!"

People went from pious call to fanatical cry, venting their feelings after the disaster and the excitement of seeing the heroic posture of God fighting for themselves.

A few people accidentally touched his body in the crowd. At first, they were frightened and were not displeased when they saw him, but instead became bolder and touched him carefully, like stroking a porcelain doll.

Pan Ting was amused and smiled a little on his face.

His smile was like a warm wind, greatly enhancing their courage, and one person held his hand impulsively.

Pan Ting thought he wanted to shake hands with him friendly, and was about to shake his intention a few times, but his palm was raised high by him, over the heads of everyone, and waving gently in the crowd like a great flag.

The calls that came one after another suddenly turned into uniform shouts.

The two words "Shen Shen" are like pierced balloons, instantly making people's ears numb.

Simple smiles pile up to a sea of ​​jubilation.

Pan Ting looked at them, and his dry heart seemed to be injected with warm currents, moistening the cracked gaps. His dry eyes were slightly moist, and while he was satisfied, he felt at the same time he was at a loss.

On Earth, he is a mortal, and he is called the Great Thunder God, but in fact he is just a little man who lives by typing. But here, he is the Creator and the Lord of this world.

It should have been the gap between heaven and earth, but through the adaptation and hard work of these days, he gradually adapted.

Pan Ting is the creator.

The creator is Pan Ting.

He looked up and looked at his hands raised high.

The warmth and the glory of worship made him escape his last uneasiness and reluctance—

Because, this taste is really wonderful and makes people addicted.

Just when the atmosphere in the audience was pushed to the highest point, Tianyilang sent a guard team to maintain order. Pan Ting was surrounded by more than a dozen strong men and moved towards the edge of the crowd bit by bit.

Pan Ting walked to the shadow of the corridor and remembered Zaozi who was thrown out by himself. There were too many people and he couldn't find him, so he had to ask the guards.

The guards divided into two groups, escorting him back to Tianyilang's residence and searching all the way.

People's enthusiasm did not fade with his departure. Every step Pan Ting could hear the shouts and cheers of the guards through each step. It was hard to stop the warmth, and he waved his hand from time to time.

His response made people even more crazy and the journey back became more difficult.

Just as he was stuck in the middle of the road by crowded traffic, a huge fire rose into the sky from the direction of Tianyilang's residence.

The cheers suddenly seemed to be interrupted by someone with a slap and ended abruptly.

Pan Ting's flight technique and teleportation technique got rid of everyone and headed straight to the fire scene!

The fire at the scene was bigger than expected.

The fire was burning, and the houses continued to collapse in the fire.

Pan Ting stood in front of the fire, staring at the black shadow in the flames with his eyes tightly, and his fist placed beside him clenched quietly.

The black shadow strolls in the flames, revealing its true colors step by step.

Even under the fire, the familiar face was only cold and indifferent.

Pan Ting looked at him, and the anger in his chest suddenly reached its highest point.

He gritted his teeth and sneered: "You finally showed up."

Sa'er moved his toes silently two inches forward, stopped, and looked at him coldly.

"Are there any other tricks besides setting fire?" Looking at Sa'er who returned to his first appearance, Pan Ting was inexplicably nervous. His fists, which had already used strong force, were still clenching tightly, his fingernails were pinching into his palms, and the pain spread to his heart. But the words he said were completely different tone of ridicule, "What a pity, this trick is no longer useful! I accidentally extinguished the fireballs you hung like flag-lowering just now."

Seeing that Sa'er was still looking at him motionless, his anger finally broke through the shackles of reason and rushed over.

The closer you get to the Saar, the more you can feel the heat waves.

Pan Ting felt like a moth flying into the fire, and he regretted it a little, but under Sa Er's indifferent sight, he was a little confused and decided to kick it quickly and evacuate!

In less than two seconds of leaping in the air, he made a simple combat plan for himself:

First, he slapped his hands quickly before slapping his vagina, then quickly kicked out his vaginal leg, and finally turned his head and ran away.

After running out of a safe distance of thirty meters away, check the effect.

The two-second plan did not have the opportunity to repeatedly consider and practice. He waved his hand and lifted his legs almost as soon as he approached Sa'er. So when things changed, he had no time to prepare for the correction plan.

Pan Ting waved his hand and Sa'er's face disappeared like bubbles.

The flames rushed out like a snake, just wrapping around his ankles.

Pan Ting screamed in pain, and the man quickly rushed back to the ground.

Although his magical body repaired the wound, the burning moment made him feel heart-wrenching.

"Sal!"

"I will never let you go!"

Pan Ting stood on the ground, raised his arms and shouted.

The guards were confused and looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly applauded.

Pan Ting: "..."

The crowd suddenly became turbulent again.

Pan Ting didn't pay attention at first. When everyone cried and shouted "God", he found that the entire Fengtian City was almost immersed in the ocean of fire. Just a few minutes after he confronted "Sal", there were several more fire points in the city.

Pan Ting suddenly realized that the Sa'er in the fire just now was the puppet he used to draw his attention away.

His purpose is...

Set fires everywhere?
Chapter completed!