Purple Sweet Potato Essence’s Beautiful Comic Journey

Because it was a webcast, I saw that the children all became uniform, not only the clown and Sol, but also thousands of viewers.

The live broadcast shows that the number of people watching online now is: 1091247.

The bullet screen comment area below the live broadcast room was directly blown up:

"Holycrap!"

"What did I see? Is this really a live broadcast? Is it a lie? Is this a post-production staff of a film and television special effects show?"

"incredible!"

"Look what I saw?! God, so many identical people, it reminds me of that movie, uh...what's the name of that movie?"

"The Matrix, yes, the Matrix."

"You idiots, don't you see Saul here? It must be some kind of superpower."

"You're the idiot upstairs. Have you ever seen such an exaggerated superpower? It can transform from a child to an adult, and it can also form a scale like an army of clones... Oh hell, I mean, hell!"

"Ghosts don't have such abilities either!"

"Ah! Don't you think this person looks familiar?"

"I also feel that I always feel that I have seen it somewhere..."

"I remembered. Yesterday I came across a video. A member of the coast rescue team who witnessed the 'zombie wave' uploaded a video called 'The Impaler'. In the video, thousands of zombies were wiped out in an instant. This is what the new superhero will look like.”

"Yes! The Impaler!"

"I also remembered, I was playing that video on another mobile phone and comparing it with the live broadcast room, it was him!"

"Oh my God, another super powerful hero, I'm so excited, it's like a new hero in the game!"

"..."

"..."

The panic that the clown expected did not happen, and people discussed this new hero with great interest. Some people felt that "The Impaler" was not domineering enough, but they could not think of a better name.

Could it be called "Cloneman"? "clone"?

That was too earthy.

These netizens did not notice that, logically speaking, the incident occurred in New York, so New Yorkers in the live broadcast room should be the most active, but now no New Yorker has come forward to speak out.

………………

The clown couldn't figure out which link went wrong. The large group of children was indeed attracted by him from all over New York through the sound of the magic flute.

The question is, when exactly were the children transferred?

The clown shook his head vigorously, now is not the time to think about these issues, what should be considered now is how to get out of trouble.

He maintained the horrified expression on his face and seemed to be completely stunned, but his body quietly rotated a little bit.

Keeping a horrified expression is to numb Qian Song and let Qian Song immerse himself in the pleasure of complacency;

Turning around quietly, it was to make a last-ditch effort—to charge towards Sol!

Yes, in the eyes of the clown, Qian Song is too weird, he can't figure it out, so in order to be killed smoothly, the best way is to change his opponent.

Thor, the god of thunder, has long been famous on the earth, and he can be regarded as the strongest combat power in the Avengers. The clown naturally recognizes him. With Thor's ability, he can definitely kill this tortured body in seconds.

The clown ninja was in severe pain, and suddenly rushed towards Sol, who was 10 steps away, with a hideous face.

Just looking at his expression, there is absolutely reason to believe that he meant to die together.

Sol didn't know that Qian Song had already sealed all the magic power of the clown, and even dug out the magic tire. Facing the culprit who rushed towards him desperately, Sol had no intention of holding back.

"Pfft!"

Just like killing Thanos back then, Thor wielded the Storm Ax and chopped off the clown's head neatly.

After the clown's head flew away, a burst of black mist emerged from the cut of his neck, and there was a triumphant shriek of laughter in the black mist. Obviously, Thor helped him escape.

Of course, Hei Wu didn't dare to get carried away. After laughing, he immediately swished and flew into the distance.

New York City is so big, and there are so many people standing in the streets and alleys, all of them are still in a state of sluggishness. Possessing anyone at random is like a fish entering the deep sea, a bird soaring for nine days, and being free.

There are millions of people who have been turned into clown faces by his black magic, and the clown doesn't believe it anymore. Is it possible that you can still find me among so many people?

In the vast sea of ​​people, how can I find it?

………………

"I seem to be... a disservice?" Saul smiled at Qian Song with some embarrassment.

Qian Song rolled his eyes at him and sighed: "Yes, but it's okay, he can't escape my palm."

After speaking, without waiting for Sol to ask, holding the unformed magic embryo, Tu Dun sank into the ground.

Thor was a little shy, looking at the more than clones who had transformed from children into Qian Song, and murmured to himself in confusion: "Huh? Why are they still standing there?"

Soon, he had the answer.

Each of these clones are like tracking missiles, automatically looking for nearby citizens with clown masks, and then stand face to face in front of the citizens one on one.

At the same time, in the tall and short buildings in New York City, on the streets of all sizes, every citizen with a clown face suddenly popped up a purple potato clone.

"Oh, it's not bad, more than eight million? But you dare to compete with me on the human sea tactics. You really don't know how high the sky is." Qian Song counted the number of "clown dolls". At this moment, his main consciousness was already in the demon world.

Just now, he fed the magic fetus to the three-legged crow, and the latter seemed not very interested. After all, with its current cultivation base, this kind of magic fetus that has not yet fully developed is already considered tasteless. The benefits are actually not great.

Now in this demon world, the three-legged crow has a very high seniority. Over time, it is inevitable that he will think highly of himself and have the illusion that he is the only one. Now Qian Song suddenly sneaks into the demon world and feeds it like a dead mouse to a cat. It is inevitable that it will feel unhappy.

"Little bird, are your feathers too plump and your skin itchy?" Qian Song came in mainly to beat and beat this stupid bird. Actually, because of boredom, he swallowed an innocent little monster's teeth-beating sacrifice.

Qian Song didn't want to promote the equality of all beings in this demon world, but after all, the demon world was first established and there were few creatures, so killing each other was forbidden unless necessary.

"Cuck!"

Startled by Qian Song's tone, the three-legged crow quickly lowered its head and confessed that everything it had was given by Qian Song, so it never dared to play petty temper anymore.

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished." Qian Song's expression was very serious, "I will punish you...well, I will punish you with three fire feathers!"

The three-legged crow screamed again when it heard the words, and covered its butt with a pair of wings desperately, because there were only 6 red fire feathers growing behind it, and half of them were about to be pulled out at once. This is too cruel.

"What? Did you bring it over yourself, or do you want me to pull it out yourself?" Qian Song narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Aw~"

A tear fell from Sanzuwu's small eyes, then shook his body, pulled out three tail feathers tremblingly, and handed them to Qian Song dejectedly.

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The clown possessed an old man who lived alone at home.

This is not the city center, it is considered a sanatorium for the elderly, so there are not many residents.

The reason for choosing this place is firstly because of its remote location, and secondly because the elderly living alone basically do not participate in any social activities. Even with modern monitoring methods such as spy satellites, the possibility of being discovered in a short time is basically zero.

Before he was possessed, the old man was eating lunch and had already taken a bite of the sandwich on the plate.

"Old man, is it too dry to eat dry sandwiches? Have a glass of milk." A voice suddenly asked in the old man's ear.

"Okay...uh..." The old man possessed by the clown realized something, and his dark pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant.