Chapter 1457: Destroyed

By the time Allen carried back a strong and fat beast from the dense forest, there was no sign of the Holy Lord on the water. Allen stared at the water in a daze, then smiled, ignored the Holy Lord, and began to peel the skin and meat of the beast, then rekindled the fire, and roasted the meat on a homemade wooden rack.

There is no day and night under the ground, and it should be late at night on the ground, but it is still as bright as before. Allen ate a small half of the beast's meat in one go, and finally exhaled comfortably. In the days when he was chased by Frius, Allen never had a good meal. Not to mention being full like now, it is normal not to drink a drop of water for four or five days. Even at his level, food has become dispensable. But good food is always a treat in your mouth, and reminds Alan that he is still human at heart. It seemed to be an insignificant question, but Allen was extremely persistent. He always felt that if he ignored this problem one day, he would lose something good forever.

After filling my stomach, I was going to sleep, and I saved the rest of the barbecue for tomorrow. At this time, the sound of water splashed, and the Holy Master came back. Allen thought it was going to attack again, but unexpectedly, the guy stared at most of the remaining strange beast barbecues. Allen couldn't help laughing, pointed to those barbecues and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

The Holy Master was also polite, and gently picked up half of the beast with its remaining pincers, and threw it directly into his mouth. After swallowing it a few times, the tyrannosaurus stretched out a long tongue from its head and licked its mouth, with a look of reluctance. The Lord stared at Allen, who shook his head: "No more, if you want to eat, let's talk about it tomorrow."

So he went straight to a big tree, picked a giant leaf to cover himself, and Allen just lay on the ground and fell asleep.

The Lord's eyes rolled around, as if he was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to attack Allen, but it was probably because of the barbecue, so he finally gave Allen a bitter look, and quietly dived back into the water.

Allen opened his eyes and looked towards the water surface, and muttered, "It's not stupid after all."

The next day, Allen fished along the beach with a sharpened log. As soon as a few tails were inserted, there were ripples on the surface of the water. The fish in the water swam away in shock. Alan looked helplessly at the surface of the water. .

Allen complained: "You scare my fish away!"

The Holy Master tilted his head, not knowing whether he understood Alan's words, his big head retracted into the water again. About ten minutes later, it came back. The big head opened its mouth towards the beach, and forty or fifty fresh and plump big fish slipped out of the mouth with a splash, jumping wildly on the beach.

Allen glanced at it and said with a smile: "Yes, this is much more efficient than me."

After a while, a fire was lit on the beach, and Alan threaded fish with branches and roasted them by the fire. Dozens of lake fish surrounded the fire. Allen was too busy to bake them, and the Holy Lord in the water couldn't help but climbed onto the beach. It turns out that it has paired feet on its lower body, so it can move freely even if it is on the ground. It climbed up to the fire, picked up four or five pieces of barbecued meat with its giant pincers, and threw them into its mouth. It didn't even take out the branch that pierced the fish, and chewed and swallowed it together with the fish.

Allen only ate two tails, and the rest went into the stomach of the Holy Lord. Looking at the giant beast, he found that the pincer arm that he cut off yesterday had been regenerated. It seems that this guy's regenerative ability is not weak.

After eating the grilled fish, Holy Master let out a low cry, the voice was full of satisfaction, and its eyes were not as fierce as yesterday, and even became a little lazy. Allen didn't intend to let it eat and drink for nothing, so he jumped up and kicked it lightly: "Big guy, practice with me?"

The Holy Master tilted his head, obviously not understanding what Allen meant. Allen shrugged, raised his finger and pointed at the newborn little pincer arm of the Holy Lord. The Holy Lord immediately remembered what happened yesterday when he was beaten and killed by Allen, and his eyes immediately ignited with anger, and he screamed.

"That's right." Allen showed a malicious smile, raised his foot and kicked the Holy Lord's body, and the Holy Lord was directly moved away by him, rolling several times in a row. Now the fierce flames of the Holy Lord were completely aroused,

Desperately raised the giant pincer and threw it at Allen. Allen inhaled and flashed in, dodging the fierce attack of the Holy Lord with a movement without a trace of fireworks. When a pillar of sand was thrown on the beach behind him, he had already cut into the space near his body, and pressed his palm on the giant On the animal carapace, suddenly force!

Allen punched and kicked the Lord while recalling Frius' fighting movements and force skills. Unknowingly, he and the figure of Frius in his memory gradually fit together. Allen was completely forgetful, and in the end he no longer deliberately imitated Frius' movements, and he took everything at his ease.

He suddenly heard a mournful cry, and he came back to his senses, the Holy Master had already collapsed. Looking at the whole body of this giant beast again, cracks of different sizes appeared on the carapace covered with thick thorns, and blue-purple blood oozed from many places. He was beaten alive by Allen and passed out.

This time it was in a coma longer than yesterday, and it didn't wake up until five or six hours later shaking its head. When he woke up, he smelled the smell of meat. The saint advocated opening his eyes, and saw first the two roasted beasts, and then Alan. It shrank back at the moment, and the way it shrank its head was as funny as it could be. Allen shook his head and said, "It's hard work during the day, and these two things will be given to you."

Then a strange scene appeared on the island.

A giant beast carefully huddled on the side of the beach, eating two deliciously roasted strange beasts. Not far away, there was a fire, and a human was lying beside it. If the barbarians in the cave saw this scene, they would definitely not be able to believe their eyes. The monsters they worshiped as gods seemed to be afraid of a small human being, which was incredible.

Two days later, Allen had another fight with the Holy Lord. The course of this battle was even shorter. Although the Holy Master's new pincer had grown and recovered a little, Allen's offensive was even more violent. In less than half an hour, the Holy Lord retreated directly into the great lake, and no matter how aggressive Allen was, he couldn't come out. In the end, the smoke rose from the beach, and the big guy came up with a head.

On the fifth day, still in the morning, the Holy Lord sent a bunch of live fish. After eating the grilled fish, he just ran away. Now that the giant beast has learned to master it, knowing that it can't beat Alan no matter what, it simply avoids fighting. Allen was angry and funny, but he didn't force the giant beast to fight. Over the past few days, he has basically become familiar with his current strength, and he has also improved his combat skills, becoming more and more perfect. That big guy is only rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so it's okay for Alan to get familiar with the power, but it's not far behind to use it as a whetstone.

Allen also let the Lord go, and for the next three days, he trained by himself. The most basic fighting technique is also used, that is, every move and style is repeated thousands of times. Just watching his training makes the behemoth waiting to eat next to him so boring that he falls asleep, but Alan completes every movement meticulously, and through such training, he can completely master his own strength.

On this day, Allen threw a stone up, and quickly pointed out the moment the stone fell. The stone exploded at the fingertips, breaking into countless fragments. Allen seemed dissatisfied, and threw a second stone, pointing it out. This time the stone did not explode, but directly turned into powder.

I don't know how many stones were thrown up, and I am used to following Allen's giant beast and watching the bouncing and falling stones, feeling hypnotized. When it was about to fall asleep, Alan hit another falling rock with his pointer. This time the stone did not turn into powder and fell on the beach intact, but Alan showed a satisfied smile.

The giant beast was puzzled, and out of boredom, it spit out a blue light towards the stone. The blue light hit the stone, and the stone cracked. The giant beast was stunned for a moment, but there was nothing inside the stone. It was like a peeled fruit, but the flesh inside was missing.

"This style is called destroying." Allen said with a smile. In the past few days, he has added another trick to his combat technique "Ten Styles". However, destroying is not a specific move, to be precise, it is a way to promote energy. It can be punched out with fists, kicks and swords, and the bursting source power will not spread, but will be concentrated in one area and continuously collide and superimpose, thus producing the power to completely destroy the inside of things.

At present, the destruction accuracy that Allen can control is the volume of that stone. The less precise the destruction, the greater the destructive power. If that finger hit Frius, the Custodian Supreme would have to vomit blood.

Of course, the premise has to be hit, and it has to go through Frius' defense. But no matter what, this type of destruction already has the power to threaten the Supreme!

Another night, Allen roasted five strange beasts for the Lord this time. The big guy happily ate two ends, and was about to attack the third end, but Alan bounced its giant claw back with a stone.

The Holy Master first stared at Allen fiercely, then seemed to remember Allen's horror, his eyes froze again, and then looked at Allen with some mourning. Allen said unhappily: "I'm leaving tomorrow, and there will probably be no one to bake for you in the future. So you can save the rest for tomorrow, understand?"

Regardless of whether the Lord understood or not, Allen fell asleep. Looking at the light from the cluster of crystals above his head, he thought that he would fight Frius when he went out tomorrow. He felt that he was well prepared, but he didn't dare to make light judgments about the outcome of the First World War.

In the end, Allen decided not to think about anything, and closed his eyes to sleep.

At six o'clock the next morning, Allen woke up from a deep sleep and found that the few strange beasts had only skeletons left, and he shook his head. Stretching, Allen walked towards the beach, planning to dive into the water and go back the same way, but he didn't know if the cave had collapsed. If it collapsed, he would have to dig a tunnel himself to get out.

At this time, the sound of the water was loud, and the Holy Master poked his head out of the water, and Allen said angrily: "I don't have anything to eat today.

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The Lord actually nodded, and then gestured for Allen to climb on his head. Allen was surprised and said, "You want to send me out?"

The behemoth made a series of grunts from its throat, and I didn't know what it meant. Alan had the right to give it a try and jumped onto its big head. The Holy Master swung his tail and swam towards the center of the lake. It did not dive into the lake, but just exposed its head and half of its body on the surface of the water, breaking through the water like a big boat.

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