Chapter 727: Crucified jesus

Ruchka trot to the edge of the deck, took a green round-bottomed flask from his arms, and threw it straight into the sea. The flask fell into the water with a muffled sound, and a green halo appeared on the dark sea, and then it spread out quickly.
Seeing all this, Luchka breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
A ghost horned angler caught the smell of the potion first. It swam to the flask and swallowed the flask. But then, the larger dragon's mane jellyfish cut the anglerfish into two with its tentacles. The flesh of the ghost anglerfish and the potion were mixed and poured into the crown of the jellyfish. In the distance, the Laleiya water tiger swarms. Yudu, coming toward this dragon's mane jellyfish aggressively...
The word in St. Watson’s mouth fell, Li Yan moved, and the world in his eyes suddenly became monotonous black and white, only the lines that constitute St. Watson were wrapped in strong brilliance...
The dragon's big spear smashed down, and Saint Watson's left hand swelled and twisted with naked eyes, transforming into a thick crab claw nearly one meter in length, facing the spear blade. The two stuck together, making a violent rubbing sound,
Longzi's spear was only a few inches from the front door of St. Watson to stop. Li Yan was expressionless, his arm twisted the gun body forcefully, Long Zi swallowed a sharp curve, and pierced the opponent's shoulder.
"Ahhhhh."
St. Watson yelled in pain, and he could see the small tongue in his throat. "Caesar" drove St. Watson back, followed by a large gun like a tarsal maggot. The hardened limbs and the big guns fought fiercely, the air was torn apart, and the iron-clad ship was subjected to huge aftermath pressure, splashing huge ripples on the sea.
...
Ruchka folded her hands to the two broken skeletons in sailor uniforms before her, and prayed in a low voice before crossing them into the bottom warehouse. They were followed by a giant forest anaconda more than ten meters long, a shiny macaw, and a giant tortoise with a large grinding plate. On the tortoise shell stood a blue-skinned monkey scratching his head.
The Zhenzhen in the mouth of St. Watson is a small, fully enclosed submarine, about eight meters long, with a yellow body, shaped like a peeled sea pineapple, with a faded Heron shipyard logo.
Ruchka climbed to the access door on the top of the submarine and opened the iron disc, revealing a digital dial similar to a hand-cranked phone inside. He turned it back and forth several times, and the door opened in response.
"Quick, quick."
Ruchka greeted animals of all sizes into the cabin. Then he got in too, and took the hatch with his hands.
The equipment inside the submarine is readily available. The most conspicuous one is a pink brain in glassware in the middle of the cabin.
Ruchka pulled out four magnetic poles from the console, blew a whistle, and the macaw flew to Ruchka.
"It's up to you, Zhenzhen."
Speaking, Luchka stuck the magnetic poles on the parrot's head and wings, and then pressed the most conspicuous red button on the console.
Gulugulu~
The glassware soaking the brain burst out of fine bubbles.
"Surprise, motherfucker!"
The macaw stretched out its wings and made a sharp human voice.
A crimson fire came out from the bottom of Zhenzhen, and she broke through the bottom of the iron-clad ship, swept into the sea, and drove away.
In the warm and humid enclosed space, Luchka was a little settled. He cast his gaze out of the round window, just in time to witness a dragon's mane jellyfish stretch its limbs in the water.
Ruchka couldn't help but walked to the window, with his hands on the glass, admiring the magnificent Shuijun species up close.
"Wow~"
Was this called by the pirate?
But immediately, Luchka realized something was wrong.
"Wait, Jane, we are getting further and further away from the "Glasgow"! Mr. St. Watson is still on board!"
Ruchka looked back and questioned the parrot.
"Relax, little guy."
The parrot on the left hugged its wings together like a capable sailor on his shoulder.
"Of course I know what I'm doing better than you. Little guy. Stay away from the "Glasgow", this is the father's order. What he told you to put in the sea water is not the rouch interfering hormone, but Jesus, a kind of endangered Fish fry have a deadly temptation to any marine life."
"What's the use?"
"Who knows?"
The parrot shrugged its wings very humanely.
Ruchka was surprised and suspicious. Saint Watson gave Jane an order to stay away from the "Glasgow". This gave Ruchka for a moment, the idea that St. Watson was prepared to sacrifice herself and the Far East pirates to die, but then refused. This was not the style of Mr. St. Watson.
...
The continuous air blast ended with a sore grating sound.
Saint Watson's right arm was cracked, and the rifle in his left hand was also smashed. The dragon's big gun penetrated through the ribs of the chest cavity, showing through the back of Saint Watson, and the position of the heart was almost the same.
Caesar was defeated.
Cough~
The remaining jaw of St. Watson opened his mouth and spit out a few large mouthfuls of blood, which was stained on Li Yan's shirt and neckline.
"Your can't save you this time."
Li Yan said coldly, he could feel the powerful rhythm of Saint Watson's chest through the big gun. He even suspected that even if Saint Watson was taken out of his stomach, the heart still jumped bravely and independently. .
In the black and white vision, the lines of St. Watson have become intermittent, and Li Yan can end St. Watson's life with a single stroke.
Yang Sanjing's Qilian swordsmanship is the top killing technique, the power of which even the old mediators of the five parties are moved. Since Li Yan enlightened Dao, Qilian swordsmanship has been unfavorable; and the curse of the ancient gods suffered by St. Watson is said to be immortal. Even if you are frustrated, you can maintain a sober consciousness. As for whether Qilian Swordsmanship can break the curse and kill Saint Watson in the true sense, you can only know if you have tried it.
"Untie Andre's stuff, I can't kill you."
Li Yan didn't make up his mind for a while. There is no doubt that Saint Watson is the talent he needs desperately.
"Well, I surrender." St. Watson tilted his head: "The XXVIII type will slowly dissolve when it is soaked in seawater. Otherwise, it has no weaknesses, even if it is thrown into a steelmaking furnace of thousands of degrees, it is very intact. No damage. It can perfectly cut off the breath of all living people."
Li Yanxin nailed St. Watson to the deck, pulled the cocoon that wrapped Andre on one side, and threw him into the sea. Sure enough, the pink mud "wasted" visible to the naked eye.
"Five~Four~"
Saint Watson muttered to himself weakly.
Li Yan turned his head, with a warning sign in his heart: "What are you reading?"
He didn't wait for St. Watson's answer, the abnormality of the genera and species came to his mind first.
The genera and species are fighting each other.
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