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Before Gordon could come up with a countermeasure, there was a sudden shock all around, and the whole person slid to the other end of the meat ball, tilted more than halfway, the short knife in his hand slipped off, and the suction cups fell off his body one after another, breaking all over the ground, shriveled and withered.

Gordon immediately reached out and held the flesh wall. "Click!" As soon as the palm of the hand was empty, the flesh wall turned into layers of thin and brittle paper, tearing in response. He didn't borrow the strength, and he almost fell, and the breath microtechnique was undulating, trying to stabilize his body.

The totem heart and blood vessels vibrated suddenly, following the rhythm of the microsurgery. Oxygen is inhaled from the wind holes, most of which flows to the chest and lungs, and a small part flows into the totemic blood vessels, like a stream of water filling the dense river, dividing and merging, and finally flowing into the heart of the jewel, circulating endlessly.

"Pound-pound-" Gordon clearly felt that the totemic blood vessels were rushing freely, the jewel heart was beating in the atrium, and it was intimate with him, and there was no longer a diaphragm of foreign things. A wisp of pure primordial energy fills the totem painstaking effort, which can be used at any time and hidden at any time.

Gordon didn't know how to cultivate this wisp of primordial energy, which was completely different from the source power. It is like the source of all totems, giving birth to the oldest wisdom, and now it has become a newborn baby, waiting to be fed. Microsurgery can blend with it, but it can't make the baby grow.

"Rumble!" The meat ball shook violently again, and then shook violently, and the four walls arched and bent, high and low, twisting out wounds one after another. Gordon swayed from side to side, frequently hitting the walls of flesh, splashing up a flurry of dust and debris.

The altar is over! Gordon reacted, and the fangs completely destroyed the altar. "Boom!" A powerful force rushed from under his feet, throwing him upward, and the top of his head hit the wall of flesh. With a "Peng" sound, the debris splashed, and a large hole cracked above, and shining light entered through the hole.

Gordon staggered, his back slammed back into the flesh wall, and it collapsed. The crack quickly climbed around, half of the meat ball exploded, and the hot wind poured into Gordon, blowing him staggering.

The scorching waves of air slashed his head and covered his face, swept in, and as far as Gordon could see, every qiē was shaking. The surrounding meat balls continued to crumble, and Atai, Saffron, Tricy and others fell out one after another, and everyone's cries came and went.

Gordon saw that most of the people's pupils flickered with a fierce light, bursting with a beastly aura. Fortunately, this aura is rapidly converging, and it will not be too prominent.

"What's going on?" Atai looked around blankly, "I don't seem to have fused yet." ”

"The altar is falling!" Tricy fell to the ground and exclaimed.

"Going to fall?" Saffron got up, fell down again, and screamed, "Bloody Hell Society's shoddy product, no wonder I fused a damn female mermaid!" Oh, and they're touching my breasts! ”

"The altar is over!" The blood raven tilted its head, and the words were drowned out by a rumbling roar.

The curtain of blood dissipated, and the giant-like altar crumbled in the flames of light. Large pieces of animal bones fell from a high place like a storm. The walls of the altar were cracked everywhere, debris was splashing in all directions, and smoke and dust rushed up in the surging waves of light.

"How so?" The leopard muttered to herself. He had hoped that the ritual would succeed and improve the troubles, and that he would be able to devour the beast totem in the future. Now it is a soup, and the worst thing is that the Lord is bound to win the totem altar.

"Prepare to save people!" The spider's face changed several times, and he turned his head and shouted to everyone, "Quick! Prepare rope nets, soft cushions, and don't let them fall to their deaths! ”

The blood crow let out an "um", but his footsteps did not move. It is best for that group of little piglets to fall to death, and the greater the loss, the heavier the punishment for the silver fox.

Fool, no wonder you can't fight the old fox! The black spider glared at the blood crow, leaned over and whispered, "They are alive to help us carry the black cauldron." ”

The blood crow woke up like a dream, and the silver fox was covered by the chief deacon of Kajue, but what about himself? It's tight above, and I'm not sure I'll think I'm an outcast. "Quick, save people! The boy is the hope of the future of the Blood Prison Society, the strong boy will be the blood prison will be strong, and the progress of the boy will be the blood prison will progress! The blood crow ran and cried out in pain, fisting with a bare heart.

"Click, click!" The ninth floor of the altar wall continued to crumble, and everyone fell in confusion and fell to the eighth floor. The violent force of the impact pierced through the layer, and they fell down again, jolting and shaking all the way, unable to stabilize their shape.

"Hey, where's the little finch?" Saffron finally grabbed a section of the altar wall and looked around and shouted.

A cracked ball of flesh rolled down from above and smashed at his feet with a "bang", burrowing out the freckled head: "Shit! Shit! You're all shit, all damn it! "The freckles are crimson, the cheeks are like fire, and the forehead is bruised, as if it is about to splash sparks.

Saffron stared at him in surprise: "Little finch, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Me!" A hint of confusion flashed in Freckles' eyes, and his complexion quickly soothed.

There was a thud, and the freckles fell, followed by saffron. The altar wall fell in large swades, and everyone fell down, through the sixth floor, and then fell several floors in succession, and fell to the bottom of the altar.

This layer is also full of holes and shaky. Further down, there is a vast void, the flames are undulating, and the silver foxes below are as small as ants.

If you go on like this, you will definitely die! Gordon pulled out the steel wire around his waist and threw it out with a "swish", and the wire wrapped around a beast pillar in the distance. Only by climbing down the beast pillar can you live!

With a pull, he leaped to his feet and pounced on the pillar.

A blood shadow rushed out diagonally, stopping Gordon!

"Bang Bang!" Gordon grabbed the tightrope with his left hand and met it with his right arm, quickly blocking and intercepting the opponent's frantic attack.

"Die, whoa! Die, huh! Bloodshadow let out a muffled howl, fangs flipped out of the corners of its mouth, and its skin was covered in animal hair. Only from the outline of the head can you tell that it is the onion head that has been beaten by Gordon.

With one turn and one turn, Gordon's right palm was like a snake letter, skillfully passing through the claws of the onion head, all of which thrust into the throat. "Poof!" Gordon defeated Ge, his fingertips were numb, and the source power of the black lead level was unable to kill or injure the other party! In an instant, the onion head swooped up, his eyes shot blood, and the cold light of his claws flickered! It is clear that it has been devoured by the beast nature and turned into a fierce beast with infinite power.

At this moment, the beast bones under Gordon's feet collapsed, his body was crooked, and one foot was hanging in the air!

Suddenly, a figure pounced from behind Gordon, hugged the onion, and hissed, "Hurry up!" ”

It was the swarthy little face of a barbarian boy, reflecting a dazzling flame, resolute and resolute, stoic as iron.

The tightrope stretched up and swung towards the pillar, and Gordon heard the thud of claws slamming against Atay behind him. The young man was bleeding from his mouth and nose, gritted his teeth and tightened the other party, not saying a word, and not letting go.

Grabbing the bulging joints of the beast pillar, Gordon slid down quickly.

This is the end of cannon fodder. Sooner or later, he thought to himself, it would be.

Atai's figure grew farther and farther away, and Gordon continued to slide, shards falling like rain all around. I don't need anyone to save me, I still have hole cards, and I still have totem efforts that haven't been used. He thought again, the barbarian is a fool, and a fool will not live long.

The world is dark and cold.

Gordon lowered his head and stopped thinking. The wind whistled in his ears, and his palms were cut through the high friction with the beast's bones, gushing out red blood.

"Brother's blood."

He didn't want to remember, but he still remembered: in the vast Gobi twilight, the barbarian boy cut through his palm and stretched out his hand.

He tried to dodge, but the hand was still reaching, stubbornly reaching out. No matter how dark and cold the world is.

The palms are against each other, and the warmth lasts forever. From then on, blood blended, and there was no distinction between them.

He looked up suddenly.