Apocalypse: Don't panic, I have a Devil Fruit

"It is said that devouring the flesh and blood of supernatural beings has the potential to cause living beings to evolve.

Zhao Ting muttered to himself while making preparations.

"I'll do an experiment with Fuji Nan today, this group of birds looks fierce, but according to the memories of the previous life, there are only a dozen mutant leader birds in the Nanhu bird flock.

Maybe you can try to cultivate your own flock of birds in your own Jiancheng space...... "

With the fruit of Jiancheng, the things you can do are endless.

Instead of looking for a fixed base, you can build a fortified city space and create a mobile shelter.

However, this kind of thing should be done in secret, and it should not be exposed too soon.

If someone discovers the secret when his strength is insufficient, a cannonball will come down, and he will have to die if he doesn't want to die.

After the birds were closed, a basin of cold water was poured on the head, and more than a dozen big pockets came fiercely, and finally woke up the unconscious vine man.

Even so, the anesthetic toxins of the vampire mosquitoes still wreak havoc in his body, making him sore.

When he opened his eyes, this guy scolded as soon as he could: "Bang ***, Bang ***! Which dog day sneak attack Lao Tzu, where is this!"

Zhao Ting hid in the dark wall, and did not show up, just quietly watched the vine man vent his emotions and keep insulting.

Hiding and hiding by yourself, some time is wasted, this place is far away from Nanhu Prison across the lake, and it is difficult for the other party to find out.

Even if the people of Nanhu Prison found something strange through the flocks of strange birds, they could not find the vehicles and traces of Fujio and the others, and they would only be guided by the ruts they left behind, thinking that they had gone to their destination.

Zhao Ting's covert observation is not meaningless.

Fujio is reckless with viciousness and cunning.

After scolding for more than ten minutes, my mouth was dry, and still no one came out.

There was a cold, biting feeling of restraint from the muddy swamp beneath his feet, and there was only light within two meters of the surrounding space.

The light came out of nowhere, dim and dark, and dissipated a few meters away into a thick darkness.

Fuji Nan's heart was beating, and a sense of fear came to his mind: "I shouldn't go into some kind of ghost hell, right?"

After the end came, zombies appeared, and it is said that there were man-eating monsters in the fog at the beginning.

Anything can happen, and you can't sit still.

The waist down is deep in the swamp, and the ankles are blocked by a cold, hard object, which seems to be a large lump of solid ice.

His hands were cut behind his back, and he was also trapped in the ice.

After waiting for another ten minutes, there was still no sign of any living creatures, and Fujio finally began to act.

A cunning look appeared on his hideous and rough face, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

With two clicks, the two arms actually bent strangely in the armpits at the same time.

Slowly, the two arms that were cut backwards rotated forward, bypassing the bald head, turning more than 300 degrees, and returning to the chest in a strange posture.

At the same time, a pair of arms slowly turned into two thick vines.

At first, the vine was the same thickness and size as an arm, but when the bones twisted and flipped, the vine man manipulated the life energy and injected it into the arm.

The two thick vines shrank more than twice in an instant.

With a snap, the huge ice lump couldn't trap the little one's arm and was thrown into the swamp.

In the next second, the vine's arm returned to a human palm, and he rubbed his wrist and looked around warily.

He scolded in a very low voice: "Made, could it be that there is an evolved alien bird in that group of birds, who sneaked up on Lao Tzu and brought me here?"

Twisting his body, he found that he couldn't break free from the swamp.

Fuji Man slowly pressed his hands on the surface of the swamp, and his two arms turned into long vines, reaching under the swamp.

After some fumbling, I found solid ice.

"This place is so strange!" he cursed casually, and began to shake two vines and dig through the ice.

Zhao Ting silently watched his every move, as if he was carrying out an experiment to observe human behavior.

"Alright!" After more than ten seconds, Fujio felt that he had dug up the ice, and his face was happy.

But in the next second, the originally calm swamp suddenly began to boil.

A roar came from under the swamp, as if the earth had let out a fart.

Fujio had just broken free, and he instantly shouted that it was not good, but he didn't have time to dodge, and he was covered with a feces-like thing by the bubbles of the swamp silt explosion.

The boiling swamp startled Fujio, who swung two vines forward in an attempt to grab something.

But the two vines stretched only ten meters at most, and after reaching into the darkness, they couldn't find anything to grasp.

Before he could react to the current situation, the cold ice on his feet began to melt.

His body had no point of focus, and he quickly slid into the depths of the swamp.

The vine man gritted his teeth, eager to scold, threw out the vine behind his back, and pulled himself up more than ten centimeters by inertia.

He tried to use the slender vines to cooperate with his body, creating buoyancy like a drowning man lying on the surface of the water, and breaking free from the swamp.

After his body slowly broke free and lay flat on the swamp, Zhao Ting changed his tricks again.

With a wave of his hand, a piece of condensed ice floe slowly swam to the side of the vine.

Fuji Nan was overjoyed for a moment, and manipulated the rattan to wrap around the ice floe, pierce into the ice cube, and exert force backwards.

A few minutes later, the vine man who had survived the catastrophe stepped on the wide ambush with both feet, and smiled: "Made! Fortunately, Lao Tzu has a big life!"

Zhao Ting secretly sneered: "Fate?

Only his legs were clamped, the vines were flying, and his body was tense like a spring stretched to the limit.

A face was full of pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.

On the life-saving ice floe that his feet stepped on, a huge ice shoot with a thick and strange shape rose from the ground, penetrated his trousers, and hit the bull's-eye.

Fortunately!!

Zhao Ting did not kill with one blow, and after screaming, Fuji Nan jumped several meters and escaped the puncture.

Although the cecum is covered, the large intestine is not damaged.

It's just that the bursting cecum can't stop the flight of the jet.

The vine man, who was already covered in swamp silt, turned into a splatoon warrior at this moment.

Blood mixed with the unspeakable, red and yellow, like a brilliant sunflower blooming towards the sun.

Flutter~!Fuji

Man jumped in the air, and then fell to the ground hard, covering his hips, gritting his teeth and screaming in pain, and the green tendons on his neck burst out.

But he didn't have time to soothe the wound, and the two vines instantly slapped the ground and forcibly supported his body.

In the next second, sharp icicles rose from the ground and plunged straight into his chest.

Narrowly dodging the sneak attack, Fujio didn't dare to relax his vigilance again, blocking his chest with his right hand, covering his hips with his left hand, and being on guard.

Next, he dodged two more ice picks.

Zhao Ting recorded his movements, speed, attack power, and defense capabilities one by one.

There was a sigh in his eyes: "Sure enough, at this stage, the ice blade weapon condensed by the Frost Fruit is still insufficient in condensation speed when dealing with superpowers.

Unless, the other party is as defenseless as a tattooed gangster who was killed by himself. "