The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 1000 Empty Island Cannibalism Incident
There is only one adjective for Pharaoh now: covering the sky and overwhelming the sun.

Thousands of wet corpses from Jinghai climbed up on the left. I can’t ignore them anyway. There are Mr. Cang and the dogs. On the right, there are hundreds of carrion spider crabs the size of a house. I don’t think I saw them, but the one photographed in front is
"Shake it!"

Lao Wang only had time to let out a hasty scream, and his whole body was slapped away by a silver-purple wave composed of small silver-white shuttle-shaped fish. There were fish all over the top, bottom, left, and right, and it felt like he was shaking hard. People are rolling in the slippery mudslides, with nowhere to exert their strength and nowhere to borrow their strength. The macho and fish can't stop at all.

Pharaoh Li Cang and Tai Xiaoyi Sky Island have a total surface area of ​​nearly 20 square kilometers. At this time, the vast and mighty area is full of fish, and the thickness can be at least a dozen or [-] meters on average. What kind of wet corpses in the quiet sea and spider crabs have no shadows at all? I can't find them all, only the sea water and fish pouring down like a waterfall on 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 "Tianwei".

"Pooh!"

Old Wang rolled his eyes and spit out a fish cub, he was already in a daze by the wave, and it took him a while to see Li Cang standing on Goudan's back, while Tai Xiaoyi and Li Leisi were standing on the back of the big dog. On Kun Kun, the three people looked at him with the same strange expression.

Tai Xiaoyi hesitated to speak: "Zhong, why didn't you jump up just now?"

because
Because I'm an idiot!
This time Master Wang didn't ask if Li Cang's conscience would hurt. Instead, he began to wonder why his first reaction was to fight the waves. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that it was all the fault of Li Cang's surname. Every day I let Lao Tzu rush forward to play the lullaby, the lullaby, this timi has formed a conditioned reflex, and finally, the old Wang is angry and fights Chunlei: "Won't your conscience hurt, Li??"

"My conscience is alive and well."

Familiar interrogative sentence, still the same answer, Pharaoh continued to be in a trance.

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 and control of this thing, and second, the rules for the sacrifice of living creatures are complicated.

but
At least Mr. Cang made the "Ω"-shaped saltwater lake that the dog legs dug out after many days of hard work was filled without any suspense.

"Boom~"

The corner of the empty island behind Li Cang collapsed suddenly, [this is an octopus] staring at three meters in diameter and several big black and white eyeballs appeared out of nowhere, the arms and legs flailed wildly, and the two main arms and legs collapsed towards the empty island The bad corners were shaking desperately, like a chrysalis soldier mating.

Old Wang was overjoyed when he saw it: "I'll come, I'll come, let me go—"

The tentacle of the tomb-suppressing beast smashed down like giant pillars, and the two eyeballs shot hundreds of meters away like cannonballs under the squeeze of internal organs and ink. incomplete.

Today will be the carnival and buffet day for Graveslayer.

Li Cang's empty island cracked gaps in the epicenter of the rumbling earthquake, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of tentacles rose from the ground, slapping the sea around the empty island frantically, the sound was like thunder and water like a curtain, and Li Cang's air With the island as the center, a huge ring with a width of at least a kilometer is formed, and the ring is densely packed with fish, walking corpses, shrimps and crabs that have been stunned and turned over.

The cracks on the empty island are like big greedy mouths connected to different dimensions, swallowing everything that was randomly swept by the tentacles without hiccupping a single one.

Old Wang: "I'll fuck you!"

Around the empty island: "I'll fuck you!"

People who have never seen such a scene doubt life instantly, wishing to yell at their empty island and their little coin bastard with the attitude of shoveling shit and treating cats before the disaster happened. Mom also wants to draw a gourd like that? A mature little coin boy should learn to write his own entries. A mature sky island should take the initiative to grow tentacles! !

As for what I have seen, the expressions and mentality are relatively consistent.

"Damn it! Teacher Cang! It's definitely Teacher Cang!"

"What? What did I see? What was that? What am I? What is Teacher Cang doing here?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"God help Albert, I'm going to fry the miscellaneous fish in Jinghai Kingdom!"

"Sure enough. Smell. Famous is not as good as meeting"

The huge orbital island of nearly [-] square kilometers has big tentacles that stir the wind and rain all over the world. Such an impactful picture is hard to be unobtrusive even in the endless ocean. The elders of the Albert Presbyterian Church They stared blankly at the real-time screen, with a row of plausible question marks lingering in their minds——

How much oil does this thing cost per [-] kilometers?
Grain-fed or grass-fed?

The cub or the egg?

of course
It was laid!

Although the process of absorbing and digesting is not a bit slower than that of the normal bloodline Second Son Destiny Servant, the Tomb-Suppressing Beast, which finished eating so-so, still became irritable.

This is an unprecedented gluttonous feast, finally, finally, I can make a meal in a hurry
It's hungry!
The digestive juice in the belly of the tomb-suppressing beast, which has never been ordered like this, flowed out from the tentacles together with the tears in its mouth. The mucus flooded the golden mountain, and the spores rained like hail. The "spores", which are as big as ping pong balls and tennis balls, drift with the wind like beautiful crystal soap bubbles.

In an instant, a prairie formed by ferocious big-mouthed flowers floated up on the sea surface, and the thing was so vicious that it even bit them!
Feeling the joy conveyed by the tomb-slayer beast, Li Cang's face was clear and watery.

It sounds very lively and spectacular, but the role played by the tomb-suppressing beast in the whole tide cannot be said to be infinitely close to zero, it is completely negative.

The essence of the spring tide is the "flowering" and "breeding period" of plankton. No matter the wet corpses in the tranquil sea or those fish and other marine animals, they are just a gift for those who are attracted by the spring tide to join in the grand event.

All kinds of sea creatures just want to eat a mouthful of fresh and warm plankton. Attacking the human sky island is just to beat the rabbits to ripen the tide, and use the momentum of the tide to increase the concentration of alienated blood in the body and even achieve class transition.
However, none of these can conceal the established fact that they are the food of Tranquility Boom!
The fallen fragments of the empty island, the dead alienated blood creatures, and all kinds of garbage produced by the war are all nourishing the tide itself. The ocean light becomes more and more prosperous, and the purple color becomes more and more bewitching. In just a few hours, the sea water even uses The naked eye can see that it has become dense and sticky, and large flakes of fragile fish and shrimp are beginning to die, digested by the tide itself.

Once the dominoes of death start running, they don't stop easily.

"The beginning is so exciting, after that"

Old Wang muttered.

The dead marine animals are just the tip of the iceberg. All kinds of strange things have not stopped attacking the base of the island soaked in the sea for a moment. Sacrificial tomb beasts and all kinds of corpses transported by Gouzizi, constantly praying for the manufacture and operation of detonating mines, and occasionally taking time to deal with the strange beasts that the Magic Mountain, Sangouzi and the servants of fate cannot serve. It's not an exaggeration to use your eyes to see six ways and ears to listen to all directions, and your single-threaded brain is going to be smoky.

(End of this chapter)