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"Far from enough!" Gordon touched the fangs' clear thoughts.

With a bang, the sky is spinning!

The fangs turned into a snow-jade light!

The cold light rushed out of his mind, wrapped in Gordon's bloody shadow, pierced into the flesh wall, and went deep into the depths!

Countless criss-crossed fleshy pipes burst into view, colorful, thick and sticky, hanging dense blood cocoons, and the shadows of beasts in various shapes swayed in the middle.

It's all beast totems! Gordon heard the beast shadow roaring, one after another.

"Poof!" The fangs leapt upward, piercing the blood cocoon and sucking up the beast's shadow. The totem is integrated into Gordon, and the bestiality is attributed to the fangs.

Gordon was dazzled for a while, and the beast's shadow disappeared frequently. The fangs shuttled through the labyrinthine flesh tubes, as fast as lightning, invincible, and all the blood cocoons were swept away wherever they passed.

I don't know how long it took, and Fang rushed out of the empty meat tube with Gordon.

Suddenly, the four walls became white, miserable, hard and rough texture, and bulging dense and indistinguishable bone lines.

This is in the pillar of the beast! Gordon had just come to his senses, and he was enveloped by a huge and incomparable aura. He looked up and saw nine huge ugly serpent heads looking down on him, swaying hideously, their dark scales shining with an evil light.

Hydra! This is a fierce beast that only exists in ancient legends, and Gordon has always thought it was just a myth. Unexpectedly, there was a totem of the hydra lurking in the beast pillar.

The fangs rushed up and stabbed straight without the slightest hesitation.

With a "poof", the fangs pierced the snake's belly, like the tip of a red-hot knife breaking through the butter, without hindrance. The hydra roared and pounced, writhed wildly, flapped and flailed, scraping flakes of snow-white debris from its fangs.

The tusked rabbit rose and fell, leaping up and down, stabbing through the belly of the hydra again and again, and spurting out a splash of essence. The Hydra's roar grew weaker, but Gordon began to feel palpitations. The fangs are powerful and shocking, why do they inhabit their minds? He devoured countless totems, and he was so chaotic that he didn't completely rebel against the pure path of the Skill School?

The white light flashed, the fangs penetrated the throat of the hydra, and the blue light of the eighteen vertical pupils was extinguished one after another, and the mountain-like body of the hydra fell heavily, and was instantly sucked dry by the fangs.

"Why is the ceremony so long?" The blood crow stared at the waves of light in full swing, and the blood curtain did not weaken, but became more intense, and the sand dunes near and far were dyed red.

"Good wine takes time to make." The silver fox walked over and replied, "This time, a large number of precious materials and a new alchemy equation have been added, specifically to dissolve the beast backlash. ”

The spider snorted, "Even if they don't go crazy, there will be other hidden dangers. ”

"There are no hidden dangers, how can you control them?" The silver fox smiled meaningfully, and secretly suspected in his heart, the ritual time was indeed a bit too long, could it be that No. 13 had not been supported by the fierce beast totem? It stands to reason that as soon as everyone's totems complete the fusion, the ritual should automatically stop.

"Not quite right! Look at the altar, I'm afraid something has happened! "The leopard suddenly changed color.

Everyone looked at it from afar, and the blood curtain was thinning, faintly revealing eight beast pillars. Seven of them were clumped with cracks, turning a lifeless dull gray, and the other was rapidly darkening. The nine-story altar wall was shriveled and withered, shaking violently, and the animal bones peeled off one by one, and before they could hit the ground, they were scattered into ashes in mid-air.

"The altar is falling?" The Blood Raven screamed in shock.

"How so?" The spider is in chaos. If the altar is destroyed, they will not be able to get out of it, and she may have to shrink into this ghost place for the rest of her life.

Could it be that blood-colored alchemy goblin? The silver fox looked gloomy, and the blood beads were made by him who quietly collected Gordon's head, and then asked the alchemists at the headquarters to refine them, which cost him nearly 10,000 blood points. Maybe the other party cut corners and made a mistake? Or maybe...... His gaze turned to the three leopards, were they secretly playing ghosts? Yes, it's them, and the responsibility must be borne by others!

"Bang!" The hundred-legged sword mantis inside the last beast pillar collapsed and fell apart, and the spirit like a torrent poured into Gordon's body. Still unsatisfied, the fangs wrapped around Gordon and rushed to the top of the altar!

It was the junction of the flesh ball and the animal bone, and it seemed to be nothing, empty. But as the fangs drove straight in, a qiē was fully revealed, as if there was an extra mystery out of thin air.

Hot juice poured in from all directions, enveloping Gordon, and countless sprouts of flesh were swallowing in front of him, as dense as a jungle. The fangs pierced through the dense granulations, piercing into the damp cavities and picking at the wriggling knots...... Eventually, push into a sparkling heart.

The heart is as big as a sand dune, bright as a jewel, and the brilliant light condenses on the surface, like an octagonal crystal clear. After a long time, my heart beats, sometimes like a breeze, as light as a mosquito and a fly, sometimes as loud as a thunderbolt, like a landslide.

Around the heart, through the chain phantom intertwined with thousands of characters, the heart is firmly bound. Gordon recognized two of the characters, the oldest script of the Sand Cave Clan, which meant - seal.

The fangs shot straight out and pierced into the heart.

Gordon roared, as if he had been poured with boiling iron, convulsed and spasmed in pain, and died and came back to life. Little by little, the heart shrunk and melted into Gordon's body. The fangs were also shrinking, cracking open gaps, as if they had consumed a lot of vitality.

"Boom!" The moment the heart completely dissolved, the blood-colored flame light spurted all over the body, changing and dancing, poking out thousands of huge claws, spiraling horns, coiled tentacles, and fluttering wings...... Gordon looked like a demon he had never seen before. Except for the face, which is very different from the physical body.

The fangs rolled up Gordon, all the way back to the meat ball, without pausing, and stabbed straight into the right chest of the flesh!

A bloody hole opened in his chest, and his fangs nailed the Blood Flame Totem to his body, bursting with a bright and cold light. Countless blood mist drifted away and overflowed out of the body.

Gordon only felt that the huge and chaotic totem was quickly purified, and a large amount of impurities were discharged endlessly.

The demonic form of the totem gradually disappeared, and the pure power centered on the right chest, extending to the surroundings, turning into intricate blood vessels, and the core part shrank smaller and smaller, condensed into a group, and even formed another heart!

The heart is as bright as a jewel, pounding, sometimes light as smoke, sometimes roaring like thunder.

The fangs flew out slowly, only the size of fingertips, dull in color and cracks, apparently draining all of their energy.

"You are the first to be wise...... Last...... Tinder, escape ...... Get out! Don't let ...... They...... Find you......" The fangs revealed a staccato thought, and exploded with a thud, and the spirit died, leaving only a faint shadow of teeth into Gordon's mind.

Gordon suddenly felt that the shadow of the tooth was able to control it freely, as if it had been handed over to him from the hands of the departed spirit.

Wisdom in the first vein? Gordon pondered, he had never heard of this race, and who were "they" referring to?

The wound on the right chest quietly healed, and all the totems turned into blood vessels and the heart. These blood vessels are tough and strong, intertwined into a net, full of primitive and wild atmosphere, and the original heart and blood vessels are clearly distinguished, and do not interfere with each other. Gordon suddenly felt that the fangs had gone to great lengths to devour the entire altar in order to create new hearts and blood vessels for him.

But in this way, the power of the totem is gone, and his ritual is not a failure? In case of a blood prison, it will dig into the inside story...... Thinking about this, Gordon suddenly felt bad.