Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

Silver skateboard, Tun Xing is an artifact made by condensing cosmic energy, a super "charging treasure", in Qian Song's eyes, this is an experience gift package!

He needs energy like divine breath, but where can he find so many gods for him to breathe?

Therefore, his progress in the realm of demon cultivation has been slow, and most of the time he used tricks and sneak attacks to win against the enemy.

To be honest, a real man, who wouldn't want to be tough and crushed head-on?

Although the idea is good, you must have the strength to do it.

Now, here's your chance.

Qian Song doesn't know what the so-called "cosmic energy" is, but it should be a little higher than the wind energy, electric energy, and solar energy on the earth, right?

The cosmic energy in this silver skateboard is called "infinite", which may be an exaggeration. After all, the ancients fought with only hundreds of thousands of people and were called an army of millions. However, even if it is not infinite, it should be exaggerated. At least enough to supply Qian Song's demon elixir to upgrade to several levels, right?

After all, according to the setting in the comics, it only takes a few minutes for the energy in this skateboard to explode a planet or something.

Qian Song's thick thighs quickly took root and penetrated deeply into the ground. His arms tightly hugged the silver skateboard that was about to run away. His chest and abdomen were split open. The skateboard, like a crocodile preying on food, swallowed it hard.

The silver skateboard ran away, struggling vigorously, and the surface of the skateboard became extremely smooth, just like the "absolutely smooth" described in a junior high school physics problem.

Its strength was too great, and it was too slippery, so that Qian Song's arms almost missed it and almost fell out of his hands.

"Puff puff!!!"

Six arms grew out of Qian Song's two ribs, a total of eight arms, tightly hugging the silver skateboard. Qian Song was still not at ease, and a thick web-shaped membrane grew between the eight arms, wrapping it like a sack. Take off the skateboard, leaving no gaps.

The skateboard started to emit cosmic energy, and it became extremely hot, trying to burn the "sack" wrapped in Qian Song's arm, and then escape.

"Hey, struggle, cutie, the more you struggle, the more excited I am!" Qian Song was like a pervert, extremely satisfied.

This is the first time he has expanded the demon power channel to the maximum. The inside of the arm holding the skateboard is covered with densely packed mouths that can only be seen with a microscope, tens of millions!

Show off your charms!

"Pfft!"

The densely packed small mouths were scorched by the high temperature of the skateboard, but just like a hydra, one mouth was scalded and two more grew out. The mouths that grew out were all condensed by demonic power. Ordinary physical high temperatures have no effect on it. .

The small mouth constructed by demon power is the most greedy thing in this world.

The "saliva" dripping from these "demon mouths" made the skateboard no longer smooth.

The demon power began to "tarnish" the skateboard.

The cosmic energy shot out from the skateboard not only failed to destroy them, but was devoured by them willingly, leaving no drop.

In desperation, the skateboard's emergency procedures began to activate the second phase.

With exaggerated momentum, it began to try to fly away, flew into the depths of the universe, and returned to Tun Xing.

Qian Song's majestic super clone was pulled long by its huge power, and the roots that were used to fix it under his feet broke and almost took off.

"Gather!"

Qian Song roared, and all the purple potato clones within a hundred miles were activated and gathered towards the broken root at his feet.

Soon, with the integration of these clones, his severed roots were not only reborn, but also penetrated deeper into the ground at lightning speed.

"Buzz!"

After a strange hum, the power of the skateboard was turned to the maximum.

Since the bottom of the entire island was already filled with the roots of Qiansong, the entire island actually began to rise slowly after the violent earthquake.

"Boom!"

This island of tens of square kilometers was so abruptly raised up by the skateboard!

………………

Every year during the summer vacation, Little John would accompany his father to go fishing in the open sea.

His family has fished for generations, mainly hunting tuna.

Little John was very upbeat and was admitted to a prestigious university, but he also majored in ocean-related majors. Like his ancestors, he would deal with this ocean all his life, even in different ways.

Well, his goal is to be a marine biologist.

In the past few days, the rare weather has been very good, without any strong wind or waves. The ocean-going fishing boats have been chasing the ocean currents and have been driving here.

According to the mark on the navigation map, there should be an island not far ahead. The reefs around the island are the spawning grounds of many kinds of marine fish.

At this time of year, those fish eggs will attract a large number of gourmets, including seabirds, groupers, seals and various fish.

When small fish come, big fish will follow, and when big fish come, bigger fish will come. Therefore, the surrounding area of ​​that island is a high-quality natural fishing ground.

"Dad, we're almost there!" Little John shook his father who was lying drunk on the deck awake.

The rest of the crew is ready.

Old John took off the straw hat covering his face, pinched his congested rosacea nose, and sat up with difficulty: "Boy, I'm dreaming of talking about life with girls on the beach!"

If it was normal, Little John would definitely complain, but today, Old John has not heard his son complaining for a long time.

He opened his drunken eyes, squinted them, and looked at his son.

Little John opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, and he pointed behind Old John, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Tsk tsk... how old are you going to be playing such a childish game? My silly son." Old John said disapprovingly, picking out a lump of booger.

Little John sighed, said "It's really boring", and then smiled playfully: "Dad, can you buy me a car when I go back from fishing this time? I want a coupe, a second-hand one is fine, just treat it as a car." It's my rite of passage."

"Ah...then..." Old John neither agreed nor refused, but looked behind his son in horror, trembling all over, unable to utter a complete word in his throat, as if he was choking on egg yolk same.

"Still calling me childish? Then what are you doing?" Little John said speechlessly, I can't play the same childish game, so you just play it? Just because you are my dad?

"Okay, I won't turn around to look, I'm not a child anymore." Little John said: "Stop playing, the island is coming soon, you should blow the wind to sober up and get ready to command the fishing Let's do our homework!"

"Boom!"

A loud noise came from behind Little John.

"Get down! Get down!"

Old John jumped and threw Little John to the ground.

Huge waves surged in from a distance.

The ocean-going ship with hundreds of tons was almost overturned.

Even if luckily the boat did not capsize, the huge wave still "cleaned" the entire deck.

If they weren't blocked by the side of the boat, the father and son would have been swept into the sea by the waves.

Only then did Little John know that Old John wasn't just playing.

He saw something that made old John shudder.

Not a tsunami.

It is a huge island floating in the sky.

And a huge purple arm that stretches out from the sea and firmly grips the island's chassis to prevent it from flying away, thousands of meters long!