There is only one adjective for Lao Wang now: overwhelming.
Thousands of Jinghai wet corpses climbed up on the left. Ignore the presence of Teacher Cang and Dog Legs anyway. Hundreds of scavenging spider crabs as big as a house walked on the right. They pretended not to see them, but the ones photographed in front were
"Hold the fuck!"
Lao Wang only had time to let out a hasty scream, and his whole body was severely beaten away by a silver-purple wave composed of a silver-white spindle-shaped fish. There were fish all up and down, left and right, and it felt like it was hard.
The man was tumbling in the slippery mudslide, with nowhere to apply force and no strength to draw on. The strong man and the fish couldn't stop at all.
Old King Li Cang and Tai Xiaoyi Kong Island have a total surface area of nearly a hundred square kilometers. At this time, they are full of fish. The thickness can be at least ten or twenty meters on average. There is no such thing as a Jinghai wet corpse or a spider crab.
There are no shadows to be found, only seawater and fish pouring down like a waterfall from the edge of the empty island.
This cannot even be described as an "attack" at all, and it is not an exaggeration to call it "God's power".
"Pooh!"
Lao Wang rolled his eyes and spat out a fish cub. He was already in a daze from being hit by the wave. It took him a while to see clearly that Li Cang was standing on Goudan's back, while Tai Xiaoyi and Li Laixi were standing on the big back.
On Kun Kun, the three people looked at him with the same strange expressions.
Tai Xiaoyi hesitated to speak: "Zhong, why didn't you jump up just now?"
because
Because I'm a fool!
This time, Master Wang did not ask Li Cang whether his conscience hurt. Instead, he began to wonder why his first reaction was to fight Lang Changfeng. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that it was all the fault of Li Cang.
Every day I was asked to rush forward and sing lullabies to the wild, and Timi had formed a conditioned reflex. Finally, Lao Wang was so angry that he started to talk to Chun Lei in his Dantian: "Li, doesn't your conscience hurt??"
"My conscience is alive and well."
The familiar question was still the same answer, and Lao Wang continued to be in a daze.
There are a lot of fish, but most of them can only be allowed to slip away. Things that are not on the empty island can be sacrificed. Firstly, there is no ownership control over this thing, and secondly, the rules for sacrificing living creatures are complicated.
but
At least the "Ω" shaped saltwater lake that Teacher Cang had the scoundrels dig out over many days was filled without any doubt.
"Boom~"
The corner of the empty island behind Li Cang suddenly collapsed. [This is an octopus] appeared out of the sky with big black and white eyes that were three meters in diameter. It flailed its arms and legs and beat them wildly. The two main arms collapsed towards the empty island.
The bad corner was shaking like a mating cricket pupa.
Lao Wang was delighted when he saw it: "I'll come, I'll come, let me go -"
The tomb beast's tentacles measured in kilometers smashed down like giant pillars, and its two eyes shot out hundreds of meters away like cannonballs due to the squeeze of its internal organs and ink. The big octopus disappeared in an instant, even a complete corpse was destroyed.
incomplete.
Today will be a carnival and buffet day for the Gravebreasts.
Li Cang's empty island cracked open in the rumbling earthquake. Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of tentacles rose up from the ground and slapped the sea around the empty island wildly. The sound was like thunder and the water was like a curtain. With Li Cang's sky
With the island as the center, a huge ring with a width of at least one thousand meters was formed. The ring was densely packed with fish, walking corpses, shrimps and crabs that were stunned and stunned to death.
The cracks on the empty island are like greedy mouths connected to different dimensions, swallowing everything that is swept over by the tentacles without even a single burp.
Lao Wang: “Fuck you!”
Surrounding Sky Island: "Fuck you!"
People who have never seen such a scene are instantly suspicious of life. They wish they could treat their own island like a cat before a disaster happens, and yell at their own little coin boy. You should change it for me.
Mom also wants to be like that, can’t she? A mature little coin boy should learn to write his own entries, and a mature Kongdao should take the initiative to grow tentacles!!
As for those I've seen before, their expressions and attitudes are relatively consistent.
"What? What did I see? What is that? Who am I? What is Teacher Cang doing here?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"God help Albert, I'll fry the trash fish in Jinghai Kingdom!"
"Sure enough, it's better to meet and hear than to be famous."
A giant orbital island of nearly 100 square kilometers, with big tentacles that stir up trouble all over the world. Such an impactful picture is difficult to avoid attracting attention even in the endless ocean, said the elder of the Albert Presbyterian Church.
They stared blankly at the real-time screen, with a row of specious question marks lingering in their minds——
How much oil does this thing cost per 100 kilometers?
Grain fed or grass fed?
The one that gives birth to babies or the one that lays eggs?
certainly
It's for laying eggs!
Although the process of absorption and digestion is much slower than that of a normal bloodline second son, the Servant of Destiny, the Tomb Suppressor Beast still became restless after finishing a meal so carelessly.
This is an unprecedented gluttonous feast. Finally, I can finally prepare a meal in a hurry.
It's hungry!
The digestive juices in the stomach of the tomb beast, which had never received such an order, and the tears in its mouth flowed out from its tentacles. The mucus water covered the golden mountain, and the spores rained like hail. Within a radius of tens or hundreds of kilometers, small...
The "spores" as big as a ping-pong ball and as big as a tennis ball are blown away by the wind like beautiful, crystal-clear soap bubbles.
In an instant, a grassland completely formed by ferocious flowers with big mouths appeared on the sea surface. The things were so cruel that they even bit them themselves!
Li Cang felt the joy conveyed by the tomb-suppressing beast, and his face was clear and watery.
It sounds lively and spectacular, but the role played by the tomb beasts in the entire tide cannot be said to be infinitely close to zero, it is completely negative.
The essence of the spring tide is the "flowering period" and "reproductive period" of plankton. Whether it is the wet corpses in the Jinghai Sea or those fish and other marine animals, they are just gifts that are attracted by the spring tide to participate in the grand event.
All kinds of marine animals just want to eat a bite of fresh and hot plankton. They attack human islands and just grab grass and hunt rabbits to ripen the tide. They use the tide to increase the concentration of alienated blood in the body and even achieve a class jump.
However, none of these can cover up the established fact that they themselves are the food of Jinghai Tide!
The fallen fragments of the empty island, the dead alienated blood creatures, and the various garbage produced by the war all nourished the tide itself. The light of the ocean became more prosperous, and the purple color became more and more strange. In just a few hours, the sea water was even used.
It can be seen with the naked eye that it has become dense and sticky, and large areas of fragile fish and shrimps have begun to die, being digested by the spring tide itself.
Once the dominoes of death start running, they don't stop easily.
"It was so exciting at the beginning, and then after that"
Lao Wang muttered.
The dead marine animals are just the tip of the iceberg. All kinds of strange things are attacking the island base soaked under the sea surface. The loss of the empty island is not even enough to make Lao Wang feel distressed. He is always busy offering sacrifices.
Sacrifice the various corpses transferred by the tomb beasts and doglegs, constantly pray for creation, operate and detonate mines, and occasionally have to take time to deal with the magic mountain and the strange beasts that the three dogs and the servants of fate cannot serve. It is said that it is a single-minded effort.
It’s no exaggeration to say that you can see in all directions with your eyes and listen in all directions with your ears, and your single-threaded mind is almost spinning.
