Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 267

As soon as the layers of black nets lifted up from the ground appeared, they compressed the space of Horqton’s activities, and the dense and shocking number of black lines filled his sight.

This is much more ferocious than Hochedon’s kicking a sarcophagus just now. He immediately changed his color and rubbed his feet on the ground fiercely, but saw that the rocks on the ground were strangely deformed and stood up like pieces of hard. Tombstones stand around him.

“Stone Lian!”

A red light surged in Horqidon’s hand, and the tombstones shattered and condensed into countless thorns and stone spears that shone coldly and shot towards the surroundings.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden breaking sound. The stone spear sharp enough to pierce the steel did not cause any damage to the black net. Shooting in it was like a weird slippery being removed from the impact, along the gathered net. The edge rotates and then falls weakly on the ground.

“These lines are weird!”

Horchton’s heart shrank, and the bad wind hit his ears. He subconsciously rolled his head, with a grinning smile on the corners of his mouth. Five fingers spread out and grabbed Yarlin’s fist, “Bone Refining!”

Silent collision, the air seemed to oscillate with a layer of ripples, even the sound was annihilated strangely, Yarlin felt that the hand bone periosteum seemed to tremble, the very slight kind, you can’t feel it if you don’t notice it carefully, and then there is a click. There was a crisp sound, and Hocheton’s claws seemed to be crushed by a bulldozer. All five fingers were cracked and broken, and Bai Sensen’s thick bones were pierced through the flesh and blood in terror.

Yallin’s eyes flashed violently, his forelegs bowed forward, his fists opened, and the tiger’s mouth stretched out towards Horchidon’s neck, and his two fingers licked the color of the yin marks.

His scalp was suddenly numb, cold sweat dripped off his forehead, and he kicked off the ground. However, behind him was also a rapidly contracting black net, like a locked cage, forcing him to have nowhere to hide, so he could only continue to gritted his teeth and talked to Yarlin. Close combat.

Bang bang bang…

In the sound of fists and feet, the red light of the bone chain seemed to be broken into fragments. Horqidon had no choice but to slip his feet and fell to the ground. While rolling to avoid Arlin’s attack, he lowered his head and held his neck with his teeth. The broken cross hung with a perforated iron chain, “Lian•Repentance!”

A carved corpse was tied to the cross, and red light emerged. The corpse seemed to be alive. The wrinkled and dry body was red, like burning flames, and the corpse’s face wriggled strangely into the face of Horchidon. And his own face turned into a scorched and wrinkled face weirdly.

Around the entire stone hall, the ground, walls, and the top of the hall are inserted with scarlet crosses. Each cross is wrapped with a struggling corpse, all of them raised their heads in unison, revealing Horqidon’s face as if singing. With some kind of redemptive gospel.

“Weird ability, interesting!” Yallin licked his lips at the corner of his mouth, and at a point under his feet, a stone screamed sharply, and bullets hit the mummy who held the cross as if his identity had been reversed.

Like a bullet shot into the roots of an old tree, a hole in the chest was torn, and viscous corpse fluid flowed out, the corpse was tightly held on the cross, and the other hand was pressed on the ground and screamed at Yarlin. Said: “Repent, sinner!”

Yallin hid under his feet, a scarlet cross was pierced on the ground, and the ghost with Horchidon’s face wrapped around it grabbed his ankle. The black net spreading on the ground seemed to have no effect on it, Yallin’s pupils Shrink slightly, the shadow on the edge of the palm becomes more and more condensed

“Scar Blade!”

The yin mark attached to the palm seems to be solid like a round of blades, splitting the ghost in two from the middle, and the faint black air falls on the cross like a bone gangrene, and it quickly melts into a pool of rotten black. water.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

The ghosts that pierced the black net and rushed from all directions were crushed into pieces by the scar blades that Yallin swung into a round screen. The rancid black water spread under his feet and stained his shoes. He held it towards the center. The deity of the cross walked over.

The body fluid was gurgling out of the body, and the two scorched eyeballs stared at Arlin, seemingly unable to believe that the resentful souls tied to the cross were melted into black water.

The next moment.

The scar blade fell down, the sprayed body fluid exploded, and all the Horchidons in the scarlet crosses screamed harshly. One of the crosses suddenly shattered in pieces, and the phantom entangled on it instantly solidified. Horqidon walked out, sweating, holding the cross in his hands.

He looked at a thin slit in the middle of the cross, and a musty smell drilled through the black and faint slits. Horchidon showed a very heartbroken expression. He looked at Yarlin with extreme fear, and the other side was showing a thick face. He stared at him with interest, as if black light emerged from the eyes of his double pupil. That kind of gaze didn’t seem to be looking at the same kind, but was observing a collection, full of greed and coveting, which made people shudder.

“Give me that cross!” Yallin rolled his neck and spread his left hand flat.

A layer of cold sweat surged on Horchton’s back, he stared at Yarlin with fear, and then gritted his teeth severely: “I will give you this cross, and you will let me go.”

Yallin called for him, and Horchiton threw the cross over without tears, and at the same time he twisted and ran toward the entrance of the cave.

Arlin grasped the cross, rubbing his fingers on it, his eyes half-squinted at the back of Hocheton’s escape, and a sharp curve was drawn at the corner of his mouth and said: “Ear spider, stop him.”

“The guy behind you didn’t catch up!” Horqidon breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was shocked to find that his body became heavy and stiff. Every step forward, he felt as if there were fetters locked in his flesh and blood. , Grasping his leaning forward step, he realized that it was not good, and then lowered his head to look at the position of his ankle, and saw with horror the red spider silk wrapped around his ankle, still densely crowded towards the trouser leg. Extending above the knees, a spider with a crying face pattern on its back sat on the back of his instep, looking at himself with a grin.

“When is this?” Horqidon was stunned, his red eyes shrank and trembled. He found something wrong with this crimson spider, giving him a strange and familiar feeling, and couldn’t believe it: “This seems to be a soul. The condensed entity formed after being refined, but…”

His feet were suddenly rooted in place, and he looked behind him in horror.

“Draw!”

Following the palm of Yallin, countless black lines poured into the cross like a tumbling black mist, and inches of black stripes emerged on the surface of the cross, and the faces of the weird sculptures wrapped around the cross looked strange as if they were peeling. The squirming movement turned into Yallin’s face, and then it turned into a cloud of black air and was sucked into the body by the pores of Yallin’s body, and a “cross” tattoo on the forehead and eyebrows quietly emerged…