Pirate’s Brood Order

Chapter 508

Bang!

The inverted sand tide climbed onto the frozen water mist, and it soon condensed into a strange layer of ice. The ice surface suddenly exploded, and countless frozen sand blocks splashed around.

The black mist covering the sky and the sun rushed towards his face with a gloomy chill, and a black cord on the ground quietly wrapped around Klockdal’s ankle. At the same time, Smogg’s figure suddenly solidified and covered behind him. The black arm-colored porcelain hands were as straight as a knife, and stab Krokdal’s spine.

“The surface is dry and cracked!”

Klockdal stomped the ground fiercely, and the grit screamed frantically, and the entire film instantly dried and cracked, and the sunken ground was like a horrible mouth, biting against the fog rope that was tugging against the ground.

Huh!

The thick mists of the children’s arms broke every inch, Krokdal broke the shackles that wrapped around his ankles, his body suddenly fell backwards, his whole body was almost on the ground, only his hands were gently supported on the ground, instantly He shot back.

Smogg’s palm was almost rubbed against Klockdal’s nose and chest. The gloomy chill made his whole body stand up, but he saw his hands facing up consistently, and one arm swelled strangely into the thickness of a bucket. The solid black meaning also climbed on his arms.

As a veteran king of Qiwuhai, although Krokdal does not pay attention to domineering training, it is incredible to say that he does not know how to use it at all.

Bang!

A series of sharp collisions, splashing black fog and sand and stone exploded in the air, like two pythons swimming against the sand, fierce fangs biting and tearing at each other frantically.

Huh!

Smogg’s body suddenly bloomed into billowing black smoke, and his face showed a cruel and terrifying grin. The black mist was like a balloon, expanding and contracting continuously, and the eerie and strange threads of puffing out with the wind penetrated into it. Krokdal’s cracked chest.

The bloody wound shuddered, the scarlet flesh flaps turned out, and the blood was reflected in a turbid color, as if some kind of cold scum melted into the blood with the mist.

The beating of the heart suddenly suffocated, Krokdal felt that his eyes suddenly turned black, and the heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible black hand. The cold chill enveloped the hot heart, and his breathing almost couldn’t come up.

Circles of black fog exploded and turned into strands of black snakes biting Krokdal. The pupils of the latter shrank suddenly, and the moment his hands were closed, stretches of sand surging out from the fingers, turning into a terrifying piece. The grimace opened his mouth, and the terrifying dust storm took shape in his breath, rushing forward violently.

The black snake was shattered, and the dust storm tore a hundreds-meter-long gully on the ground. The desert seemed to be penetrated into a bottomless gully, and a certain insidious atmosphere permeated from the gully.

“What it is?”

Krokdal was shocked to see a huge mouth torn at the bottom of the desert, and the rustling sand dripped down the crack. The black and deep gloom seemed to be connected to the abyss, and the silent terror was looking at him.

The shuddering “hissing” sound penetrated from the abyss, as if some terrifying monster was opening its eyes, countless dark tentacles pouring out from it, that was… countless black lines as thick as tree roots. , The hair like a female ghost gushes out from the bottom, forming an upwelling black tide.

“Did you see it?…”

Krokodall’s lips whispered, he dodges the chasing Smogg, and swept away at Yarlin at the other corner of the black abyss. The muscles of his face instantly stiffened, and his mouth opened in a “nest” shape. , The words to his lips turned into a horrified exhalation.

The extreme horror and shock made his mind fall into a downtime. This seems to be a scene far more heartbreaking than Smogg’s comeback. Even the function of language weaving was lost in an instant. He stared at Yar firmly. Lin, just saw… the crazy dark tide surging from the ground condensed into a silky black silk, just as Yarlin stepped on the soles of his feet incomparably well-behaved.

“Yes, I think I saw it too!” Yallin stepped on the extravagant “black cloth” and walked in the direction of Krokdal step by step, like a god of death walking out of the night, he gazed faintly. Looking at Krokdal, there was a ill-intentioned smile on his face.

Krokdal took a deep breath, shuddering beyond words, shuddering all over his body, the gloomy chill filled all directions.

Bang!

The jet black mist slammed into Krokdal’s body, and Krokdal, who was caught off guard, was knocked to the ground. Smogg lashed on Krokdal’s head with one leg like a whip, and the heavy and fierce power made the latter fall. The seven meat and eight elements.

He pressed his body to the front of Krokdal, strangling Krokdal’s neck with one hand, and the black mist sprayed from behind his feet propelled like an explosion. Krokdal’s whole body was stuck on the sand, and the cloak on his back was covered. Ripped off, the back was covered with blood and flesh, a piece of potholes scraped out by the sand.

The cold black mist is weird and sticky, pouring in along Krokdal’s chest, completely turning into a visible fog, like a cotton candy in the hands of a child, but it appears shockingly in Krokdal’s body. , It wraps around the latter’s heart so softly and fiercely.

thump……

thump……

Like a lover’s palm stroking the beating of the heart, but with only a slight effort, the entire heart can be torn off and pulled out of the body. Krocdal glared hard at his eyeballs, like two crocodiles. The eyeballs were about to burst and the eye sockets fell off, and the scars across the cheeks were also trembling and twitching with fearful breathing.

The spreading black “satin” was paved. At a height of about 10 meters above the ground, Yallin squatted down and looked down at Krokdal, who was strangled on the ground. The swordsman in the black and white mask was holding the sword upside down. The blade is like a sculpture standing behind him.

The black clouds above his head quietly dispersed, a deep lightning split the air, and the next moment, his body was solidly on the “black carpet”, and Ainilu, holding a dark scepter in his hand, stood side by side with the masked swordsman Koushiro. , Standing left and right behind Yarlin, expressionless.

“you……”

Krokdal was lifted by Smogg, his face was just right to meet Yallin’s gaze, he gritted his teeth, but didn’t know what to say, he had too many doubts in his heart, but he didn’t know where to ask. .

“What do you want to ask?” Yallin raised his eyes and glanced at the sky. The first ray of dawn at the edge of the sky shining into the night, and the icy sunlight set off the cracks in the desert even more dark and gloomy.

Klockdal raised his head and stared at Yallin without blinking. For a long while, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, his voice hoarse: “Kill me!”