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The octopus vines cover the sand dunes, and the branches that are tens of kilometers long are like huge pythons, coiling high and low, climbing in all directions, interweaving a forest of overlapping vines.

The rattan is crowded with green leaves, as large as a fan, and the thick and soft mesophyll is full of juice. Orange-yellow berries hang from the branches, dotted with stars, translucent in color, and exude bursts of sweet aroma.

Hundreds of creatures live here: many-clawed monkeys leap from vine to rattan, tiger wasps fly around berries, and arrow-striped frogs chirp on vine leaves. A slender branch slowly slid down, it was a blue-ringed snake, staring vertically at the totemic sand pillar covered in moss, and out of the hole in the sand pillar, a fat gerbil sprang out......

Suddenly, from the dense branches and leaves, a hand reached out like lightning, "clicked" to pinch off the seven inches of the snake, and hung the snake corpse on the rattan, and the hand retracted and disappeared.

The smell of blood trickled down from the snake's neck, and after half an hour, it finally attracted a behemoth.

It was a manticore, and its thick and soft pads landed lightly on the rattan, silently. It is a black lead-level fierce beast, located at the top of the food chain of this vine forest, with a black and bright coat, cold eyes, and a long knot-like tail with a sharp poisonous hook at the end, condensing a blue cold glow.

The meat of the brunait is tender and is the favorite food of the scorpion leopard. Approaching the snake corpse, the scorpion leopard probed around vigilantly before pounced. As soon as the flesh pad landed on the rattan, it was punctured, gurgling and oozing blood, and the pain made the scorpion leopard roar and jump up, and the scorpion tail swept wildly.

"Click, click", the scorpion tail is like a leather whip, whipping the rattans around it to shake and crack. With a "snap", the steel wire sleeve hidden on the rattan suddenly contracted, tightly strangling the scorpion tail. The scorpion leopard pounced reflexively, and dozens of points of cold light spurted out, shooting into the snow-white and soft abdomen, and blood splashed like rain.

The scorpion leopard howled violently, its body was unbalanced, and it rolled off the rattan, but the scorpion tail was tied again, and it suddenly became an upside down hanging. Before it could struggle, a sharp white light shot through its throat from far and near, bringing out a puddle of blood.

Until he was killed, the scorpion leopard did not see the person who shot it.

The sound of rustling sounded, and Gordon leaped lightly from the vine leaves.

He looked like a little savage, with vine leaves wrapped around his forehead, arms, and thighs as a disguise. The exposed skin is coated with brownish-green moss juice to mask the smell.

Gordon looked at the manticore, pulling out the small inverted blades from the rattan. These thin blades were also coated with moss, hiding the cold light and scratching the scorpioner's flesh pads. In order to deal with this scorpion leopard, Gordon observed it for more than half a month and knew its habits well, and finally achieved an assassination in one go.

Gordon placed the scorpion leopard across the thick rattan, untied the steel wire of the scorpion's tail, pulled out the crossbow arrow from the scorpion leopard's throat, removed the thistle from its abdomen, and then used the dagger to cut a long crack in the scorpion leopard's belly, and drilled into it.

He took off his clothes as quickly as possible, and the hot and bloody cavity wrapped his whole body, and a large amount of leopard blood penetrated his skin and was absorbed by the totem veins.

In order to keep the source power pure, Gordon no longer consumed the blood of the fierce beast, and even avoided the herbs that fueled the source power.

The totem blood vessels expand and contract, and the blood continues to widen the river channel like a stream of water, making the blood vessels smoother and more flexible. The blood vessels are also constantly purifying the leopard's blood, absorbing the essence, expelling the dross, and a trace of blood mist overflowing from Gordon's body surface.

This is the way that Gordon has explored for many days to improve the blood vessels of the totem. The effect is not bad, but unfortunately, that wisp of pure and primordial power has always been indifferent and seems to be dismissive.

He absorbed the leopard's blood as he clenched his dagger and listened to the movement around him. Usually this is the most dangerous time, but he has laid thirteen traps and twenty-six warnings nearby, and if the beast approaches, he will surely be aware of it.

After three hundred heartbeats, Gordon got dressed and jumped out of the leopard carcass. The time he gave himself was always three hundred heartbeats, and once it did, even if the blood of the beast was not sucked away, he would not hesitate to do so.

His father had warned him that many masters would eventually die from their own greed.

Gordon quickly removed the minions and tail of the scorpion leopard, buried them in the ground, and marked them so that they could be taken out on the return trip. Then, he took out the heart of the scorpion leopard and put it in his mouth to chew it raw, replenishing the body.

After packing up a qiē, Gordon walked straight through the vine forest and walked deeper into the denser vegetation. The octopus vine forest is adjacent to the altar and is the entrance to the totem jungle. The reason why he stayed for more than a month was just to familiarize himself with the environment, so as not to risk his life.

Along the way, he moved fast and slow, his toes falling on the thick moss and piled vine leaves, silently. But there are too many rattan branches around it, and it is inevitable to touch it, making a subtle light sound.

Gordon walked and rested, checking the beast's tracks and urine from time to time. As he was about to walk out of the octopus vine forest, he suddenly crouched down and stared at a few dry vine leaves that had been trampled on.

It was a human footprint, shallow and small. Gordon soon found scratches from the dagger on nearby rattans, as well as a few drops of blood splattered on the vine leaves. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, the smell of blood was bloody, apparently left by the beast. The bloodstained black clot indicates that the person killed the beast at least a week ago.

I don't know what number it is? A cold killing intent flashed in Gordon's eyes. Following the trail, he swept in the direction of the man's departure.

Beasts and Bloody Spots weren't his real targets. Those young assassins who fused with the beast totem and threatened the family in the future were the prey.

Along the way, Gordon6 continued to see peeled berry skins, broken vine leaves, the bones of ferocious beasts, and cane stems covered with hidden holes...... Once, he even saw the embers of the fire, which was clearly the traces left by the young man's can't stand the raw food and roasted the fire.

He gradually sketched the appearance of the other party in his mind: he is about one meter five tall, weighs about ninety pounds, and should be a man. The character is not tough enough.,I like to take chances.。 The weapons are mainly long daggers and hidden weapons, and there is a bare place on the remaining fur of the fierce beast, as if it has been corroded, and the source force characteristics of the opponent are likely to be "rotten".

"Number 29." Gordon muttered to himself, No. 29 weighed about eighty pounds. This means that the weight of the opponent's weapons and equipment is ten catties. It is likely that the 29th is wearing defensive inner armor, and when assassinating, the heart is no longer the vital point.

It didn't take long for Gordon to appear with a pile of human droppings. He reached out and touched it, the feces were warm and moist, and should have been left within an hour.

Gordon began to walk sideways, clinging to the thick vines, zigzag and swirling like a viper. Ahead is a rolling mushroom jungle: pagoda mushrooms are 100 meters high, poisonous umbrella mushrooms are as big as a square, pearl mushrooms are shining, and the magic face mushroom will shake the bright cap and spew out highly toxic spores when it is touched at the slightest touch.

He slowly snapent, his gaze scanning back and forth, and finally found No. 29 on a pagoda mushroom in the distance.

Not long after the pagoda mushroom grows, it is about ten meters tall and has a large cap. No. 29 sat on the cap, just enough to catch in the movements.

With the range of the crossbow arrows, Gordon had to move at least thirty meters forward, but that was already in the line of sight of the 29th. He patrolled the area, looking for cover where he could get closer.

Suddenly, Gordon's calf was slightly numb, and he glanced down at a dark red screaming leech on his leg.