Almost in an instant, the sand that swept the entire underground space stopped.

To be precise, the wind stopped.

Without the wind as a help, the gravel that was swept up in heaven could not be like the rain, and the clamor fell down.

I have to say that those gravel cracked their faces and smashed them down, which is really painful, and some of the edges of the gravel are still sharp, and those faces let those things open three or four small mouths.

But none of this is important.

What I saw was not what I had imagined before.

Outside Erpe, the body of Erpe has been a layer of black, similar to a glue-like thing wrapped, from the beginning to the end did not reveal a half-shlit, those colorful colors, also blocked the light.

The old monk who turned into Gat is closest to Erbei, but it does not have any prestige at this moment, and it seems rather awkward.

It was held by one hand.

Yes, it is a hand, and the shape of that hand is very similar to that of a human hand, but the finger is slightly longer, and the tinger is too fine to meet the specifications, and there is an unspeakable sense of deformity.

The hand came out of the body of the other, at least it seemed so.

But when I looked closely for a while, I felt that the hand was out of that layer of glue.

Black and lacquered, the color and texture are similar to that layer of glue, looking at the deformed and strange.

The old monk was strangled by this hand, and three-quarters of his whole body fell into his hand, leaving only his head and a pair of calfs outside, and you can imagine how big the hand was.

Turn your face to see, the first few of the first to be shot flying evil, at this moment has disappeared, should be scattered the real body, disappeared from here.

And the state of Gatham is also a little strange, it seems to have regained the mind, and it can speak, and its voice is still the voice of the old monk, only a little hoarse.

How has your breath changed?!! cried Gatazi in a frantic, every word with the smell of fear: "You are not Erpian!"

Not by er-indibaries?

Hearing the words of Gat, I couldn't help but stifling for two seconds, isn't this monster just Elp?Who can it be?

The monster did not respond to the question of Gatmin, but slowly tightened his palms and straightened into the heck.

Listen to the sound of endless fractures of bones . . . . I find this situation a little out of place, and it is not the same as the previous Gatto pressing against Erpe!

At this time, the white grit that covered the underground space seemed to be soaked with some ink, and many black dots the size of the child's fist appeared.

Those black spots are gravel, just black.

The signs of turning from white to black did not stop, but intensified in silence, slowly spreading outward, and that change was visible to the naked eye.

But when it spread, I saw very clearly that there were a lot of white sands that jumped.

The moment this happened, the trend of turning from white to black stopped, and even began to reverse contraction, just dyed black grit, and gradually white.

It’s like a white versus black confrontation, it seems like it’s a confrontation between the black-robed king and the sand-body?

It was too late when I realized this.

The whole of underground space is shrouded in an indescribable sense of danger, which is not an abstract metaphor, but a reality.

That sense of danger seemed to be something that was real, like air, that could not be seen or touched, but was as heavy as death, and the head-covered face pressed down and held me breathless.

The evil son who held me in my arms, constantly roared, and his body gradually trembled, I don't know whether it was because of fear or pain, his eyes were cracked, similar to the blood thing, and he was running down the corner of his eyes, which was really scary.

Without waiting for it to make other actions, it was very sudden that the whole body sank about ten centimeters.

I thought that the evil son was ready to let me down, so I crouched down... But what I did not expect was that all this was not in its master, but the position of its two feet, just on the two black graves.

Just a little bit of black sand, but inexplicably became quicksand, straight to let the body of the evil son continue to sink.

I did not hesitate, gently patted the evil son's shoulder, and signaled to let it loose.

In the moment it loosened me, I had found a good position and landed on two pieces of white sand.

White sand should be the carrier of the power of the sand body, it is not offensive to me, stepping on it, just like stepping on ordinary yellow sand, there is no strange feeling.

But the situation of the evil son is a little difficult, I can see that it is in a crazy struggle, struggling to pull out of the two black quicksand.

But no matter how much force it makes, the legs are not moving, and even continue to sink.

“Can’t your legs move?”I asked in a hurry, although I want to save the evil son out, but really, I did not lose my mind, I know that this time the random action is fatal.

If you want to save the evil, you must go near there... The power of the evil son is obviously greater than mine, and even it cannot get out of that black quicksand, let alone me?

If I had even taken it myself, it would have been all over...

“I scattered the flesh...” I whispered, looking to the left and right, and the tone was still calm: “When you disperse the body, I will find a safe place to call you out.”

The evil son is not stupid, knowing that the current situation can not allow us to mess up, nodded, and then the body has signs of melting, like the cream basked by the sun...

The first to melt into the asphalt-like liquid is the facial facial facial facial facial, and then the limbs of the body.

Looking at the changes in the body of the fallen evil son, I still have some wonder, remember the previous few times the evil son scattered the body, as if this is not the case, how now become so disgusting...

Before I could see, I could only hear a rustling sound from me not far away.

I can't say for a moment what the sound is, but it feels like something is drilled under the gravel, or on the surface, and it makes that strange rustle.

I glanced at all around me with vigilance, paying attention to any bit of wind and grass, but what I never thought was that the change was always faster than my reaction.

In this sand, on which my feet tread, from the gap in the gravel, there appeared a lot of black mucus with crystals, and those glittering little crystals that seemed to be mixed were glass slag, looking at the strangeness that could not be said.

Strangely, seeing these things come out of the gravel, I was not afraid of two not hiding, but fell into a very inexplicable state, very calmly observe these things.

When I reacted, I was planning to pull my legs and run, first withdraw a distance and then think about it... and at that moment, I found that my body kept working, and I couldn't move at all!

Two things similar to the human arm, very suddenly poked out of the blackened gravel, one hand, tugged my calf tightly, and did not let me move at the root.

At the same time, the struggle between Gatchen and Erpian seems to have come to an end.

As the sound of bone fragmentation became more and more dense, the hissing of Gat is becoming more and more devious.

“Who are you, you’re not Elpone, it’s not you I’m dealing with?”

Gatham's voice was exactly like that of the old monk, and from what he said, the mind should have recovered some, but not all recovered.

It did not notice me at all, even if I shouted two old people with my voice, it also took me as an air.

I felt my body start to sink, and seriously, I panicked.

He died directly in the hands of Erpao, which is nothing, and he was prepared psychologically in advance.

But if I die in the hands of these inexplicable things... I don't obey!

I gritted my teeth and scolded, and when the dog jumped on the wall, I saw the two arms that were tugging at my calf, and I suddenly did not hit one.

Pulling the casket from the waist, I didn't think about it, and a nail was cut on it.

Just listen to a click of a crisp sound, the coffin nails are broken, but the arm is all right, pokes up a bit like a rubber-like thing, but also with a kind of rebound force...

I looked at the half-coffin nails in my hand, and the teeth were almost broken.

“You are fucking...”

“Little Shen!”