Although I know that all the gods in myths and legends have worse foundations than pots.

There is still a little mental barrier.

Seeing Empress Houtu use the laws of space so skillfully, I couldn't help but think about where her brother had gone.

Cai Gen and the others are gossiping here, but Empress Houtu doesn’t know.

But she felt the shepherd's malice toward her, which also triggered Houtu's instinct.

Concentrating his strength, he waved his flowery hands towards the shepherd.

The sharp blade using space as a weapon kept cutting the shepherd's body.

But the pastor’s vitality is too tenacious.

Every time the body is about to fall apart, it will be held together by its powerful self-healing ability.

As Hou Tu's attacks continued to intensify, the shepherd had turned into a pile of pieces of meat glued together, and his original appearance could not be seen at all.

Even though it was so miserable, the Shepherd still activated its body tissues and launched a counterattack, pulling the surrounding ruins and smashing them into the back soil, in an attempt to distract her and slow down the attack.

It seemed that it could not be attacked for a long time, which made Hou Tu impatient.

She didn't expect to encounter such a difficult thing. Could it be that it would never die?

Hou Tu stopped waving his hands, and his hair, which was originally tied up, suddenly fell apart.

In full view of everyone, Hou Tu began to shake his head.

Every strand of hair was waving fiercely.

Every time it dances, an invisible space cutting breaks out.

This attack density cannot be compared with hand flowers.

In just an instant, the entire ruins space, not even a larger piece of debris, disappeared, and everything was cut into powder.

Of course, this also includes pastors with tenacious vitality.

In the first wave of attacks, they turned into minced meat, minced meat, kept getting smaller, mixed with dust, and were completely destroyed.
Chapter completed!