The magic wave that started from Naruto

The two of them each got an Iron Man suit, and they were very satisfied. One was the Silver Samurai, and the other was the Black Samurai. They were so satisfied. At this moment, they focused their attention on the chasing little fat ball. They haven't completed the task assigned to them by Senior Jiuyou Bai~ Little did they know that everything that happened just now was seen by Senior Bai, which made Senior Bai smile with joy. It is so rare to see Fat Ball pregnant and giving birth to a child. Even if it is Fat Ball's little Fat Ball clone, it is very interesting. Senior Bai is very satisfied. The only regret is that he did not use a magic weapon such as a photo ball to control Fat Ball. The scene just now was recorded. Otherwise, he can still show it from time to time, even in front of Fat Ball, making him jump in anger, which is very interesting to think about. Senior Bai, the master of the Nine Netherworld, was smiling all over his face, "Hey, Fat Ball, it's not bad, your clone will be pregnant and give birth to children." "Bai~" Fat Ball stared at Master Bai, not daring to relax at all, "Don't think You can mess up my mind with such tricks. I won't give you a chance to stop laughing." Even though Fat Ball said this, he felt aggrieved in his heart. What kind of retarded thing was the clone he released this time? They stood there and let Blue Saint Demon and Tyrant Song use their resistance reduction spells, and then received two pregnancy gazes. One embryo gaze actually gave birth to something like two "children". Why should he let Fat Ball's body know about such an eye-catching thing? It's a waste of time. Lan Jinxin looked at the little Fat Ball who was about to catch up with him, and knew in his heart that it would be impossible not to take action. Although he and Song Shuhang both had space abilities, there was still a big gap between these space abilities compared to the real space abilities of the ninth-grade Tribulation Immortal. "Shuhang, we can't run anymore. If we keep running, sooner or later we will be overtaken by that little fat ball." Lan Jinxin said. "Huhu~" After using his instant space ability several times, Song Shuhang felt that his spiritual power was consumed a lot. He took a breath and said, "Senior Lan, what can you do?" "The natural disaster in this world and the power of the Nine Nether World" It should be relative, right? The little fat ball should be most afraid of this kind of thing. I have here the modern tribulation weapon that was sealed when I went through the eighth-grade Xuansheng tribulation~" Lan Jinxin said quickly. "Here it goes." Song Shuhang clapped his hands, "Why didn't I think that I also have the Heavenly Tribulation Nuclear Bomb sealed by Senior White stored here, but unfortunately it is in my core world and cannot be taken out." Song Shuhang experimented, and his The core world is still as timid as a dog, unable to open the entrance at all. "Shuhang, you have to remember one thing, don't put all your eggs in one basket, otherwise, you will be in a situation like this." "Then" Lan Jinxin finished speaking and took the bag from his storage bag. Two seal scrolls were taken out from the inside. After unsealing, two calamity submachine guns appeared, in the shape of AK47. He threw one of them to Song Shuhang, then he held the other one and started to charge at the chasing little fat ball~ The light bullets formed by the power of the tribulation shot towards the little fat ball like raindrops. Fat Ball looked at the light bullet as big as his thumb, and straightened his body, "Don't bother to laugh, even if such a small powerful light bullet hits me, it won't do anything, hahaha." Well, Little Fat Ball suddenly widened his eyes. With his eyes closed, he felt something was wrong. Those densely packed light bullets are actually made up of the power of the Heavenly Tribulation. The power of the Heavenly Tribulation in this world is the biggest nemesis of Jiuyou's evil energy. Although the thumb-sized light bullets of the Heavenly Tribulation are impossible to deal with the chubby ball of the ninth-grade Tribulation Immortal level. cause any substantial harm. However, in the eyes of the little fat ball, the calamity bullets were like the most disgusting things in the world. If he was hit by them, his little fat ball would no longer be a pure little fat ball, but a being. The little fat ball, who had been defiled by the calamity in this world, dodged left and right, quickly dodging the light bullets of the calamity that kept coming, and at the same time, he continued to rush forward at high speed. It has to be said that the little fat ball's movement was very coquettish. He completely dodged the densely packed light bullets, and none of them hit him. In just a few seconds, the little fat ball rushed in front of Lan Jinxin. He stretched out an arm, and a jet of black Nine Nether evil energy rushed towards Lan Jinxin's face. Lan Jinxin was startled. He threw away the Tianjie submachine gun in his hand, jumped back on the spot, and avoided Fat Ball's palm. Fat Ball looked at the AK47 submachine gun that Lan Jinxin threw on the ground, with a strange expression on his face. He picked up the Sky Tribulation submachine gun on the ground and pointed it at Lan Jinxin. "Don't move," Fat Ball said. He didn't feel that holding the Sky Tribulation weapon was an insult to his innocence at all. He could only be beaten by the Sky Tribulation weapon. Until then. Using captured weapons is a matter for the winner, how can it be considered an insult? Lan Jinxin was stunned, and he sighed deeply, with a look of helplessness on his face. Then he slowly took out a shiny ocean from his storage bag, "I bet an ocean that there are no bullets in your gun~" Fat Ball's eyes widened. What the hell is this? "Hey" Lan Jinxin said again Sighing deeply, he said seriously: "When you point your gun at others, why don't you check to see if there are bullets in it?" "Don't try to fool me with this trick. I am the clone of the Lord of Nine Nethers. What?" I have never seen this scene before. If you want to use psychological warfare, you are too young. I bah, you have a face full of motor oil. "The little fat ball jumped into a rage and really spit out a ball of black substance. "You can just shoot. If the gun goes off, I am unlucky. If the gun doesn't go off, you lose me a piece of ocean." Lan Jinxin remained calm and did not take this matter to heart at all. "I still don't believe it." Little Fatty suddenly pulled the trigger of the AK47 submachine gun in his hand. As a result, no Heavenly Tribulation light bullet was fired. Instead, the Heavenly Tribulation submachine gun flashed twice before turning into a little bit of spiritual light and dissipating. The little fat ball's eyes widened, and his round ball was full of disbelief. "Why is this happening?" After shouting this sentence, the little fat ball seemed to have lost all his strength, and even the flow of liquid metal on his ball was blocked. It became slow. Lan Jinxin looked at the little fat ball who was deeply hit, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Because what you just took was my gun~" The fat ball was immediately hit even more, and he used other people's weapons casually. Sure enough, It is necessary. Even if this kind of weapon is not a magic weapon to recognize the master~ Song Shuhang on the other side looked at Lan Jinxin's autistic operation that made the little fat ball angry, and his face was full of shock. A few words can have this effect. Sure enough, words are the most hurtful knife. Song Shuhang looked at the unused Tianjie submachine gun in his hand, and then at the autistic little fat ball. Then, he silently pointed the gun at the little fat ball and pulled the trigger. Two rays of bullets hit the little fat ball. The little fat ball looked up in shock. I have been polluted by the power of the heavenly calamity. I am no longer a pure little fat ball.