Chapter 1000: Sky Island Cannibalism Incident
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 silver-white spindle-shaped fish. There were fish all over the top, bottom, 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 macho 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 100 square kilometers. At this time, the vast area is full of fish, and the thickness can be at least ten or twenty meters on average. There is no connection between the Jinghai wet corpse and the 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: "Don't your conscience hurt, surnamed Li?"
"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. First, 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 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 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 were smashed down like Optimus pillars, and its two eyeballs were 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, and even a complete corpse was shattered. Not complete.
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, slapping the sea around the empty island frantically. 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 a thousand meters was formed. The ring was densely packed with fish, walking corpses, shrimps and crabs that were stunned and turned to death.
The cracks on the empty island were like greedy mouths connected to different dimensions, swallowing everything that was 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, wishing they could treat their own island like a cat before a disaster happens, yelling at their own little coin boy, "Hey, please 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 empty island should take the initiative to grow tentacles! !
As for those who have seen each other, their expressions and attitudes are relatively consistent.
"Holy crap! Teacher Cang! It's definitely Teacher Cang!"
"What? What did I see? What is that? Who am I? What is Teacher Cang doing here?"
"Wow, wow, I never thought that I, Zhao Sansi, would be able to see a living teacher Cang and a living tomb beast one day, and the legend of Orbital Line would be by my side!"
"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 fuel does your 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 not a bit slower than that of the normal second son of the bloodline, the Destiny Servant, the Tomb Suppressor Beast still became restless after finishing the meal so carelessly.
This is an unprecedented gluttonous feast. Finally, I can finally make 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 the tentacles. The mucus 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 bubbles.
A grassland formed entirely of ferocious big-mouthed flowers suddenly appeared on the sea surface. When they got ruthless, they would bite themselves!
Li Cang felt the joy conveyed by the tomb-guarding beast, and his face was dull.
It sounds lively and spectacular, but the role played by the tomb-guarding beast in the entire tide cannot be said to be infinitely close to zero, it is completely negative.
The essence of the tide is the "flowering period" and "breeding period" of plankton. Whether it is the wet corpse of Jinghai or those fish and those marine beasts, they are just gifts and extras attracted by the tide.
Various marine beasts only want to eat a bite of fresh and hot plankton. Attacking the human sky island is just to catch rabbits and ripen the tide, and take advantage of the tide to increase the concentration of alienated blood in the body and even achieve class transition.
However, these cannot cover up the established fact that they are the food of the Jinghai tide!
The fallen fragments of the sky island, the dead alienated blood creatures, and all kinds of garbage produced by the war all nourished the tide itself. The ocean light became more prosperous, and the purple became more weird. In just a few hours, the sea water became thick and sticky, and large tracts of fragile small fish and shrimps began to die and were digested by the tide itself.
Once the dominoes of death started running, they would not stop easily.
"The opening was so exciting, and then"
Old Wang muttered.
The dead marine beasts were just the tip of the iceberg. All kinds of strange creatures never stopped attacking the island base submerged under the sea. The loss of the sky island was too much for Lao Wang to even feel distressed. He was always busy sacrificing the tomb-guarding beasts and the various corpses transported by his lackeys, praying constantly to manufacture and operate the detonating mines, and occasionally he had to find time to deal with the strange beasts that the Mountain, the Three Dogs and the servants of Fate could not serve. It was no exaggeration to say that he was trying to do two things at the same time, keeping his eyes and ears open, and his single-threaded brain was spinning so fast that it was smoking.
