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"Damn it!" The spider ripped off the bracelet in anger, and the opal was scattered all over the ground, bouncing and rolling towards the pillar. Suddenly, the gushing colored light lit up with flickering alchemy patterns, giving birth to an invisible repulsion, shaking the opal far away.

The alchemy light map was constantly changing, overlapping and overlapping, setting off monstrous waves, pushing Silver Fox and the others to retreat one after another.

One by one, alchemy goblins burst out of the light waves, colorful and colorful. They have needle mouths and flame hands, and although they are light, they have a dull face, and they are not really goblin races, but just the embodiment of the alchemy equation.

Around the eight beast pillars, the alchemy elves jumped for joy, opening their mouths to spew out streams of sulfur, mercury, oil smoke and all kinds of medicinal powders. Eight scarlet bloody tongues slowly poked out from the base, licking the beast's bones, and quickly extending upward.

"Bang-thump!" The ground trembled, and the beast pillars roared in the boiling blood flames, like ancient beasts resurrected from a sea of blood. The entire altar was drenched in blood, viscous plasma wriggling and bubbling, and strange sounds were heard: the howl of a ferocious beast, the flapping wings of a bird, the sound of a fish spitting bubbles, the grinding of an insect as it writhed its slippery soft body......

There was a loud bang, and a blinding beam of blood rose from the top of the altar. The ball of flesh swelled suddenly, cracking open its jaw, swallowing the teenagers.

"The beast totem is beginning to merge with them." The leopard watched in distraction as the curtain of blood spreads, enveloping the altar like huge wings, and can no longer see what is going on.

"Bang Bang!" Gordon's eyes darkened, and he sank into the tightly wrapped flesh wall. His limbs tightened suddenly, and flexible suction cups came out of the flesh walls, sticking to his whole body, holding him firmly and unable to move.

No matter how subtle the Tibetan Abyss Style is, he can't use it.

Without panic, Gordon's mind suddenly entered the artistic conception of fire in the stone, and the distracting thoughts were annihilated before they were born.

There was silence all around, and then, "thump-thump-thump" He heard the ball of flesh beating like a heart, expanding and contracting, and continuing to be powerful. One by one, the suction cups trembled endlessly, squeezing out a thick liquid, penetrating through the fabric that seemed to have no zài at all, and quickly penetrating into Gordon's flesh.

The liquid was warm and gentle, washing the body and mind, and Gordon seemed to become a baby, soaked in the warm amniotic fluid, just wanting to fall asleep. Strangely, his cloak, trousers, boots, and weaponry were still dry.

It didn't take long for the amniotic fluid to become thicker and thicker, seeping in endlessly, gradually thickening as mud. Then, the mud was thick and clumpy, like hard stones stuffed into the body. Gordon felt like he was about to crack, his bones shivered, and his flesh swelled like an inflated ball.

Brightly colored sarcomas bulged out of his body and retracted, one after another, exuding a violent and chaotic aura. Gordon convulsed violently, cold sweat rained down, and the suppressed pain turned into a howl.

He's going to explode!

"Bang! Impulsive! Impulsive! "The beating sound is getting faster and louder, and it is like thunder, and it is deafening. It was no longer clear whether it was from the ball of flesh or if Gordon's heart was beating wildly.

There was a loud bang, and the flesh wall splattered with a large amount of blood juice, pouring it all over Gao Deng's head and face. At the same time, the body swelled to the limit, and the bulging sarcoma exploded violently, and the blood mist surged, condensing into a phantom as red as blood.

The blood shadow slowly opened his eyes, and his face was no different from Gordon's. The only difference is that Gordon of the Blood Shadow is stronger and more ferocious, shimmering with a demonic light like scales.

I'm Gordon! The Blood Shadow instinctively realized that he had been transformed into a humanoid totem by the altar of the Sand Cave Clan!

He looked down, and his body slept quietly like a baby, with no wounds, no howls of pain, as if he had never been born.

The walls of flesh trembled suddenly, and thick blue-black tendons drilled out one after another, like bloodthirsty snakes, all of them pounced on the blood shadow Gordon. One of the tendons was the fastest, and it was the first to wrap around Gordon, and the rest of the tendons invariably retreated and re-shrank into the flesh wall.

"Boom!" The moment the tendons touched Gordon, they steamed like mist, turning into a huge and hideous beast phantom.

It was an ancient beast as black as night, with fur and horns, wings flapping under its ribs, and blue eyes flashing with a cold and cold light.

Swallow it! Staring at the phantom of the beast, Gordon felt a hungry sense of emptiness.

Both lunged at the same time, and just as they were about to collide, Gordon suddenly bent his knees, fell to his knees, and fell back on his knees, and the beast swept past him. Gordon rolled over and reached out his arm, grabbed the beast's long tail, and jumped on the beast's back with a leap.

The beast roared, turning its head and biting Gordon. But Gordon was quicker, leaned over, opened his mouth, and bit down on the other's bulging broad back. The back of the beast cracked, and a ferocious and primitive essence poured into Gordon's throat, spreading the internal organs, boiling like a blazing heat, the energy of the whole body was permeated, and the blood was agitated.

The beast roared, its wings rolled upside down, and slapped it fiercely at Gordon. "Smack!" The giant wing slammed into Gordon, and he shook violently, his right shoulder collapsing, and a wisp of blood mist wafted out.

But he didn't pause, and continued to bite the beast's back fiercely, inhaling the essence in a big gulp. This ancient beast is also a totem, but it has a huge and ferocious momentum, and its strength, degree, and intelligence have been weakened to the extreme by the altar, leaving only the most instinctive reaction.

"Silver Fox Boss, the Sand Cave Clan uses the altar to refine the beast totem and support the warriors, aren't they worried that the warriors will be eaten by the beast nature and become crazy?" The leopard looked at the altar from afar, and the surging colored light reflected the light and darkness on his face, and his expression was unpredictable.

The silver fox sighed lightly: "They must have a secret method of inheritance, which can destroy the beast nature." It's a pity that the high-level didn't find those secret methods in the classics left by the Sand Cave Clan, and they could only use alchemy to suppress the beast nature in the totem. ”

The leopard's eyes flickered: "Maybe it's still hidden in this ruin, that's the core inheritance of the Sand Cave Clan." What we found was nothing more than second- or third-rate stuff. ”

"Don't dream of treasure hunting, I think you look like a living treasure." The black spider sneered, "The top has already turned this place upside down, and thousands of temples have been divided and studied piece by piece, and I haven't found any strange treasure secret books." "She's in a bad mood, and if the 13th is eaten by the beast, her hopes of being transferred out of the base will probably be dashed again.

The silver fox looked at the silent blood crow, paced slowly, and approached the altar, the churning waves of light obscuring his figure. A blood-colored bead engraved with alchemy runes slipped out of the sleeve tube and rolled into the palm, the silver fox flicked its fingers, and the blood beads shot straight into the beast pillar, submerged into the alchemy light map, and immediately jumped out of a blood-colored alchemy goblin with a strange expression.

It sniffed, sniffed, jumped onto the pillar, and sped towards the large ball of flesh high above the altar.

13th, enjoy this totem feast, who told you to take refuge in the blood crow's waste? The silver fox touched his spotless silver-white beard and sneered secretly.