Sell ​​jars from Hokage

Xiaonan held the talisman and was about to kill the tentacle monster on the spot.

"Please wait a moment." Kanliuki Huoori quickly stopped her, "I still have companions inside, so I can't just attack like this."

"Comrade?" Xiaonan frowned.

Is there a companion who came to participate in the event?

"She is the hero of this world, but not as an event participant, but as the ruling of the gods sent by this world..." Shenlihuoori briefly explained Joan of Arc's identity.

Her attitude was quite firm.

In any case, she had no way to ignore Joan of Arc.

Xiaonan is pondering.

It seems okay to rescue a hero who has not opened a can, but if this hero has the qualification to open a can, he will undoubtedly stand on the other side after being rescued. Wouldn't he add an enemy?

"But if you spend it like this, the people inside are also dangerous." Uchiha Itachi suddenly spoke, "It's better to dismember it together and use methods to make the space as stable as possible. It's better than doing nothing."

"That's right." Konan also made a decision. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Kamiriki Huoori, and said in a deep voice, "This is the will of the lord. Do you really want to stop me?"

The divine split fire weir was silent.

Joan of Arc has not opened the jar yet, so it will be dangerous if he continues like this.

Even now, it is still unknown whether it is safe or not.

Can you just fight?

"I see."

Kanlihuoori is not a person who cares about the past. Looking at the appearance of the people in front of him, I am afraid that I can't deal with the chaotic space inside the monster's body.

Then you can only be a gamble.

Swear to the power of this body, this time, I will use this power to save Joan of Arc no matter what.

Shenlihuoori stood up in front of Qitian and Qiye in her hand, her firm face reflected on the blade, and her eyes were filled with mysterious divine light.

Shikigami Suddenly!

In an instant, countless small shikigamis of different shapes emerged from the void, showing their magical powers, pounced towards the huge tentacle monster, biting, burning, and splitting, and quickly melting the huge body with various means.

Konan and Uchiha Itachi were secretly surprised.

They did not realize where these Shikigami came from. Although they didn't look very strong, their number, strange postures, and elusive ability should not be underestimated even if they were not.

But the divine split fireori can't care about so much.

Instead of letting the rest of the people do it roughly, she would be better off dismembering it.

She took a breath slowly, and the divine light shone in her eyes. The long sword in her hand cut out tens of thousands of channels in an instant. It was so fast that even the air didn't have time to react. The whole space seemed to be still, and then it shattered with a bang.

Konan and Uchiha Itachi's pupils shrank again.

It is definitely a purple rare skill!

And it is very powerful. It cuts out tens of thousands of swords in one breath, and is intertwined and superimposed. No matter how you defend, there are always weak points, and it is impossible to resist it under interaction.

You can't be wrong, this is a killer move!

Among them, Uchiha Itachi was a little better, and Konan's eyes were a little unstable. This move would be too restrained. If it were on the stage of fate, it would be enough to clean up the entire stage of fate before the talisman was activated, and tore up all the talismans she arranged in an instant.

fortunately.

Now that she knows this trump card, it is not a trump card. She still has the opportunity to think about countermeasures, which is better than suddenly meeting it on the stage of fate.

Xiaonan felt increasingly that there were too few talismans and trump cards in her hand, which was far from enough.

anyway.

She must win this Holy Grail War!

At this time, the slash of the Divine Split Fire Armor had also had an effect. All the monster's tentacles were cut off. Starting from the skin, they were constantly dismembered inward. The wreckage turned into black dust and dispersed with the wind. The wailing sound could not even sound.

Then there was Jill's roar.

But the space began to twist, and the roaring sound became chaotic and harsh after passing through the distorted space.

Joan of Arc inside felt that there was endless space squeezing, rotating, and pulling her body. Toshiko Toshino next to her had already gone where he had been. The treasure had become broken and irresistible in the continuous high load use.

What awaits her is not exiled by space.

Instead, it was completely torn apart by the turbulence of space.

Is it going to end?

The power of the evil god seemed to remain in her consciousness, disturbing her thoughts, making her unable to listen to the Lord's voice or even make complete prayers.

The most important thing is that she clearly knows the emotions that are emerging in her heart at this moment.

——Not willing to give up.

I am about to touch that wish, and I am about to be able to capture my destiny again and continue to survive with infinite possibilities just like my childhood time.

But how could she not give up?

Everything is her own choice. She has never felt resentment or reluctance. But now, this reluctance, this unwillingness, this resentment, this resentment, this resentment, this resentment is so clear.

Is this the power of the evil god?

Joan of Arc showed a smile on his face. Unlike the gentleness of the past, there was a kind of desolate irony in it.

Jill...he really got the power specifically used to deal with her.

Joan of Arc held the flag with his hands no longer exerted force, allowing himself to be constantly torn like clothes in the washing machine.

She gave up praying and struggle. At this moment, she no longer gave herself to the Lord, but to fate.

Even she didn't notice it herself.

Her eyes, which should have been lilac, had a trace of golden color at some point, just like a burning fire.

"Joan of Arc--!"

The sudden roar seemed to interrupt Joan of Arc's chaotic thinking. She tried hard to open her eyes, and what stretched out from the black vortex was Gilna's face with chaos and funnyness.

"No, you can't leave me, Joan of Arc!" Jill seemed to be crying, with unconcealed desire in his big protruding eyes, possession and blasphemy. He grabbed Joan of Arc's flagpole with force, and the veins on his dry palm burst out, and he kept trying, as if he wanted to pull Joan of Arc out of the twisted and collapsed space.

"Gill..."

Joan of Arc looked at the ugly-looking friend of the past and suddenly narrowed his eyes and showed a bad-hearted smile.

Then, she let go of the flagpole.

"No!" Jill screamed heart-wrenchingly.

"This is revenge."

Joan of Arc said the last sentence silently. At this moment, a hint of revenge did emerge in her heart, but Jill's painful face disappeared into her eyes in just a moment. She seemed to be trapped in an endlessly twisted world, with space twisting, body twisting, and even light twisting.

She was constantly pulled in such a twisted world.

The armor transformed from magic was shattered like this.

But she suddenly struggled.