Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 624

“Don’t come across that kind of weird black flame, go kill him, cut out his eyes, and stay with the corpse for research!” Gadhi Sensen ordered.

Iji burst into red flames all over, and rushed to the Oshe Maru without saying a word. A group of butterfly-shaped wings grew behind Lei Jiu, which flew up in the air, shaking his hands and shooting venom in circles.

“Doing research, do you have this kind of interest? I am also a person who likes to collect valuable bodies for research, although I don’t need to change my body anymore!”

Da Shewan’s mouth opened in an exaggerated arc, and his scarlet tongue was licking his lips. He stared at the members of the Vincent Mok family as if a poisonous snake was staring at the prey, his eyes were indescribable and cold.

In the sky, countless rotating muscle tendons and white woven waves cross and collide, and the broken pieces of meat mixed with the white lines are constantly floating and falling down, which looks absolutely beautiful.

A background color full of bloody colors is always easy to indulge in.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

Countless white threads gushing from Doflamingo’s hands, as if in an instant, the entire sky was assimilated into a wild dead white. The white thread covering the sky and the sun is like an inverted spindle net. The shattered muscles bound Poseidon’s huge body.

Winding and tightening in circles, thousands of fine blood lines dripped into a spilt rain of blood splashed from the air to the ground, Poseidon struggled and swayed crazily, like a series of muffled thunder in the sky, rumbling to the ground. Shocked the entire sky.

The sturdy scale armor was torn off by thin threads, the sharp muscles shattered, the splattered pus and the creeping rust worms in the blood were reproducing and splitting crazily, and Poseidon’s entire body was swelling strangely and terribly. The weight is like a mountain falling down, smashing towards Doflamingo, who is manipulating the silk thread below.

“The same move is looking for death!”

Doflamingo grinned and showed a cruel smile. He raised his hand to the air and wiped it out. Countless white lines spread out into a dense grid-like fishing net. The terrifying fishing net continued to spread. The straight ones are like knives that are executed quickly.

“It’s fine if you kill Valbo. I didn’t feel it in this world at the time. Now, you want to kill my pet in front of me. Doflamingo, you don’t know how to die. Write it?”

An icy voice penetrated the air, a white afterglow pierced his afterglow, and then the darkness that soaked the entire sky, as if embarrassed that the sky splits a black abyss, and countless falling black lines “hissing” through the piercing entanglement. Live the white fishing net.

White is tightening tensely, black is winding and wriggling, and the whole world seems to be divided into two between black and white, but they are distinct but blended with each other.

“Yarlin, you really are not dead!” Doflamingo raised his head and looked at the figure rising from the sky. Numerous threads of silk came out of the opponent, and the black shadow squirmed and blurred, looking like a slave. The demon coming out of the black abyss.

“I heard that you are looking for me everywhere in the world. If I die, wouldn’t it disappoint you!” Yarlin’s mouth curled up in a playful arc, but his tone was not warm.

“Yes, I have to kill you myself, peel your skin off your bones, sew it with needles and thread and hang it on the wall of my bedroom to make sure you won’t climb out of the yellow spring again!” Doflaming The viciousness in Brother’s eyes was like a spike, piercing Yarlin’s eyes fiercely.

“Heh~ I feel the resentment in your heart!” Yarlin sneered: “You know, resentment is a manifestation of cowardice, and my arrangements for you are much more merciful!”

Huh, huh!

The spindle-shaped white thread broke every inch, and the black thread that came down like a curtain rushed violently, blocking the light and plunged the vision into endless darkness. A group of transpiring shadows emerged from Yallin’s arm, and the black snake curled up with the thread. , Stab towards Doflamingo.

“Kick the line!”

His ears trembled slightly, and Doflamingo kicked his feet upward, and the jigsaw-like silk thread pierced the darkness, cutting the biting black snake into two pieces.

In an instant!

Doflamingo’s figure swept back in an instant, pulling out white afterimages in the air, and then a series of puppets woven with silk thread stood in the air.

The rupture is purely composed of white lines, but it is vividly unable to distinguish the tip of the needle. There is a gloomy and vicious expression on the face. When the sky covered by the black line is torn apart, white holes are pierced and shot from all directions. Yarlin.

“Prison Net!”

Yarlin lowered his head and looked down, his entire body faintly blurred, spewing out countless black lines intertwined irregularly in the air, weaving into an airtight black net, quickly compressing towards the center.

It was like a piece of cloth tape that was drawn away from the air, constantly collapsing toward the center, one by one Doflamingo, struggling to be cut into shredded dross in the cloth bag.

The fine thread slag fell off, but it recondensed into a serrated knife. The blade was wrapped in silk thread and became thick, revealing a strange bloody smell, and then fiercely chopped into the gathered darkness.

The black net was cut, and the blasted lines converged towards a point, and Arlin’s figure reunited, and at the same time Doflamingo rushed over, and the armed fists smashed through Arlin’s chest, his five fingers clenched. The spine inside.

“Die to me!”

Doflamingo clenched his five fingers and slammed it outwards. The cold bones seemed to be torn apart and made a “cuckling” sound, and there was a cruel smile on his face.

The spine bone was pulled out, and the body hung limply on Doflamingo’s arm.

hiss!

A slight neighing sound came from behind Doflamingo. His heart beat suddenly. He was about to turn around, but a scarlet spider fell out strangely in front of him. There was a ghost face of death on the back of the spider, a vicious hollow. His eyes penetrated his chest and were falling on the female face tattoo on the half of his chest.

Inexplicably, a terrifying chill ran straight from the sole of the foot to the forehead, the entire spine seemed to be crawled by a slippery viper, and the half of the grimace on the chest seemed to come alive suddenly, biting flesh and blood from the body a little bit. And the skin, a bloody hole must be pulled out of the chest and drilled out.

Doflamingo did dream of wanting to wash off the ugly tattoos on his chest, but it was definitely not at this moment to solve this problem with this weird way of breaking his stomach.

His pupils were bulging, and a picture of horror and despair emerged in his mind. The towering cross was tied to the figure, the surrounding sea of ​​fire was burning, the scorching high temperature was burning his body, and the black smoke billowing engulfed his sight. …