Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

The rapidly rotating storm and rolling clouds below should be the monster's "lair".

It actually has accomplices.

Moreover, judging from the size of those shadows, they were much larger than the monster Qian Song was chasing.

Qian Song didn't know how many meters he had landed, but he only knew that even if he was a monster, he would hardly be able to withstand the high pressure.

You know, even at the bottom of thousands of meters of deep sea, Qian Song's avatar can move freely. The atmospheric pressure at this height can overwhelm Qian Song, which shows how exaggerated the thickness of the atmosphere is.

If we land further and the monster fails to catch up, more than two thousand clones will all be accounted for here.

"It's too exaggerated. How is the monster's body constructed?" Qian Song sighed in his heart.

His falling avatars were all in the shape of round purple sweet potatoes, the size of steamed buns at first, but now they have been compressed by the terrifying air pressure to the size of walnuts.

But the monster flying in front of him not only had no effect at all, its body actually swelled up a circle, it's a hell of a thing.

In order to resist atmospheric pressure, Qian Song conducted an experiment:

He tried to transform a clone into the monster's appearance by using transfiguration. Who knew that after the transformation, it was just a "fake imitation", which was useless, and was instantly crushed by the atmospheric pressure.

Fortunately, he received the supernatural power in time, otherwise he would lose another clone.

Showing off its appearance is not enough to fight the atmospheric pressure like that monster.

"Click da da~"

The avatar the size of a walnut was compressed again, becoming only the size of glutinous rice balls.

With every 100 meters of descent, the atmospheric pressure will increase significantly. Qian Song knew that the clones were reaching their limit.

Let's put it this way, because they were compressed so hard, the body density of Qian Song's clones has exceeded that of steel.

Just when Qian Song was planning to retreat strategically first, and turn around to think of a solution, the monster in front that had been swimming forward with squid-like tentacles suddenly stopped "waggling its tail", just like a drone with a power cut off , and fell straight down.

"good chance!"

Qian Song didn't know what happened to the monster, maybe there was something wrong with his body, maybe he was fainted by the atmospheric pressure, maybe because its "pilot" used the time gem too many times, his body couldn't bear it, he was overdrawn, or he died suddenly up.

Whatever the reason, this is Qian Song's last chance.

More than a hundred clones activated the "birthing technique" at the same time, and many large bumps quickly bulged everywhere on the monster's body.

This time, it was unable to continue to activate the ability of the time stone, and time did not go back.

Ignoring the memory of those avatars who were reduced to powder due to the magic, under the control of Qian Song's consciousness, all 100 "fetus" in the monster's body exploded.

The monster's body was blown to pieces, and within the disintegrated remains was an apple-sized core with a metallic luster, which wrapped around the Time Stone and fell toward the Eye of the Storm.

"Good guy, I finally found you!" Qian Song couldn't calm down, and after a lot of effort, he finally exploded the "cockpit" in the monster's body.

In any case, Qian Song couldn't let that thing fall into the storm, otherwise it would be a failure.

Getting closer to the eye of the storm, the pressure of the atmosphere skyrocketed again, and these gases were already condensing into liquid due to the high pressure.

The terrifying air flow was like a steel knife scraping bones, and combined with the strong atmospheric pressure, Qian Song broke many more clones.

"Ahhhh!"

Qian Song roared in his heart and encouraged himself. Every 10 purple sweet potato clones formed a group and were connected in series. Through the huge thrust generated by the self-destruction of the purple sweet potato clone at the end, the "Purple Sweet Potato Grading Rocket" surged at an extremely fast speed. He chased towards the "metal cockpit" at high speed.

Hundreds of "Purple Sweet Potato Grading Rockets" finally caught up with the "metal ball" under the self-destructive pursuit.

The purple sweet potato clones that had been compressed to the size of a grape quickly wrapped this "metal ball".

One floor, two floors, three floors...

After being wrapped in more than twenty layers, the purple sweet potato clone continued to self-destruct towards the eye of the storm. The reverse thrust generated by the self-destruction caused the huge sphere to begin to slow down.

When there were still more than a hundred kilometers away from the top of the eye of the storm, the speed of the huge sphere enveloping the "metal ball" finally dropped to 0.

Continuing to self-destruct, the reverse thrust begins to push the sphere upwards, like a rocket launch.

Yes, Qian Song can only use this stupid method now, sacrificing his avatar, and using the thrust generated by self-explosion to obtain a speed beyond the gravity of Uranus.

Tragic, but effective.

It's not that he has never tried turning into an animal like a bird and flying up with that "metal ball", but under such a terrifying high pressure, turning into any animal, or any non-spherical living thing, will be instantly squeezed by the atmospheric pressure burst.

"No matter what kind of monsters you are..." Qian Song swore fiercely in his heart: "I will make you pay the price for causing me to lose so many clones!"

He had to move faster, get out of the gravity of Uranus, and then disassemble the "metal ball" to dig out the time gem.

Otherwise, when the "pilot" in the "metal ball" wakes up and goes back in time again, Qian Song will definitely collapse.

"throat!!!!!!"

A huge roar that resounded through the world came from the eye of the storm, and an exaggeratedly huge beast emerged from the eye of the storm, jumped up at a speed that did not match its size, opened its huge mouth like an abyss, Just swallowed all Qian Song's avatars!

Good guy, if this thing travels to the world of Journey to the West, it is estimated that it will not be a problem to swallow heavenly soldiers and generals in one gulp.

It was so huge that Qian Song couldn't see its entirety until he was swallowed.

It looks a bit like a web game style...Kun?

........................

It was dark and dead silent.

Qian Song never expected that the belly of this giant beast would be so peaceful.

There is no digestive juice raging like a vast ocean as imagined, and there are no strange-shaped organs and tissues, only the emptiness that cannot be distinguished from the four sides, and the extreme high temperature and pressure.

To be honest, Qian Song couldn't bear it anymore.

The outer layer of clones quickly turned into char and peeled off like dead skin. The inner layer of clones stood on top, but they couldn't hold on for even a minute before they were scorched again.

Since traveling to the Marvel world, this is the first time Qian Song has fallen into such a desperate situation.

Although the number of his clones is like the sand of the Ganges, and more than two thousand people died, it is not even a drop in the bucket, but if they just give up, the Guardians of the Galaxy will really be hopeless.

"Senior Qinghu Great Demon, please forgive me!" Qian Song muttered silently in his heart: "This junior has no choice but to..."

"I'm going to use a forbidden technique!"