After Kemeng fell asleep, with the powerful power of the evil god, he facilitated the whereabouts of the patriarch of the synaesthesia blue star.

The patriarch jumped into the void, and when Kemon realized it, he jumped beyond the blue star.

Without the protection of the Blue Star large filter membrane, Kemon's synaesthesia will also be less obstructed and become easier.

It didn't take long for Kemon to feel it.

Pure black entered Kemon's vision, but the blood-red blood patriarch came into Kemon's vision.

Anyway, the Blood Clan Patriarch is not quite the same as what Kemon saw before.

Its body had no lower body, only half of it, lying unconsciously in the silent void.

A strange creature had taken root in the biceps brachii on half of his arm, causing purple veins to faintly glow in the muscles.

The blood-red veins were no longer red, but purple blood flowed.

The patriarch's head was also very abnormal, with his mouth wide open, and his eyes were black and hollow, but they were glowing with purple light.

Is the Blood Patriarch still alive, Kemon made a judgment in his heart, it is already dead.

It's a dead body, dead no more.

The creature rooted in the biceps of the brachii looks like a strange purple grass, but an eye grows from the top of the grass.

Comfrey was originally in a state of closed eyes, feeling something, and suddenly opened her eyes and stared into the void, just in the direction of Kemeng's synaesthesia, as if the two sides had completed eye contact.

However, the other party did not see Kemon itself, and only felt that there was something strange in the void secretly peeping.

"Who?" The strange comfrey made a sound full of questioning emotions.

It was also this voice that sounded, and Kemeng completely confirmed that this comfrey was not the Blood Clan Patriarch himself, but something unfamiliar.

Kemeng responded in his heart, but he didn't know if the other party could hear it, probably not because the other party was not a believer, and the place was far away, so it was too difficult.

After Comfrey knew that something noticed its existence, she increased her strength, and the body of the Blood Clan Patriarch shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin dried, the blood flowed backwards, and in just half an hour, the skin of the blood clan patriarch was gone, the flesh was also sucked dry, and even the bones melted into liquid, and they were devoured by a comfrey plant.

After devouring it, a misty gray mist came out of nowhere and enveloped the body.

The roots of the comfrey swam in the void, swimming towards the unknown distance, and the speed was extremely fast, as if it was equipped with a rocket engine, and it moved at a rapid speed.

The tail of the comfrey does not have a spray similar to that of a burning rocket, and uses some kind of invisible force, which produces some kind of ripples that smooth the space, making the space behind him flatter, and the body is naturally pulled forward by the space.

Ke Meng was very surprised in his heart, this magical way of flying contained a very complex amount of knowledge, which showed that the strength of this comfrey was many times larger than that of the Blood Clan.

Is there a hundredfold, a thousandfold, a thousandfold?

Kemon didn't know, and it was difficult to evaluate.

Because he was very interested, he didn't lose the other party, and kept a firm eye on where the other party was running along the way.

Comfrey was also a little confused, it was paraded in the void for a certain distance, and it was easy to get out of the other party's gaze, after all, the void was too big, and every distance in the void represented the infinite distance of the real world.

It is very difficult for the other party to locate its existence in the void, unless the opponent's strength is far above it and has mastered some kind of superb positioning and tracking ability.

Kemon stared at it, not even interested in looking at the game world and the dream world, and only thought about where this guy would run.

At the same time, because he was staring too much, Kemeng roughly deduced that the blood clan patriarch himself was really dead.

The killer was this traveler from the Void

The Blood Clan Patriarch must have some kind of mysterious item on his body that guarantees that it will be able to cross the Void and withstand the turbulence of the Void.

But the big-faced cat has instilled some knowledge about the void, and there are some unknown beings of unknown race and unknown strength in the void, they travel in the void, their abilities are strange, and they may be controlled or tempted if they are a little unbearable.

The Blood Patriarch narrowly escaped Kemon's pursuit, but it was unlucky enough to encounter an unknown creature in the void, and then the Patriarch died, becoming a kind of life nourishment for the unknown creature.

As he stared at him for a long time, the sound of sacrifices from the believers gradually sounded in Kemon's ears, wanting to sacrifice certain items to Kemon.

Kemeng thought for a moment, rejected the believer's sacrifice, and continued to stare at the comfrey in front of him.

Usually if you want to find the existence in the void, it is very difficult, not easy at all, they are not the beginning and the end of the dragon, if they are not involved, it is difficult to synesthesia.

After staring for several hours, but not seeing the other party stop, the hundredth time the sound of the believer's sacrifice sounded in Kemon's ears.

There are many sacrifices every day, and the premise of accepting the sacrifices is to look at the mood.

At present, Kemon could not find pleasure in this comfrey, so he accepted the sacrifices of the believers to see what strange things they had brought with them.

Soon, Kemon's consciousness transcends the boundaries of space and time, and great consciousness descends on the game world.

A group of black-robed worshippers wearing masks swirled around a cloud of water, chanting the name of the god of Cthulhu.

"O great Cthulhu, the sleeping god of Lallaier, the ruler of the old days......"

Kemon heard their voices and remained silent, trying to minimize the occurrence of accidents.

Believers are not as powerful as Kemon, and if they are injected with the voice of the evil god, it will be very troublesome to fall into madness.

The believers knelt down one after another, already trembling and trembling as they felt the arrival of a terrifying presence.

Then one of the presiding officers whispered:

"Great Cthulhu, we are adventurers, today we have obtained two legendary treasures from the werewolf tribe, specially dedicated to you, I hope you can attach us great strength, we need stronger strength to break into the high-level territory......"

First of all, the purpose of the current sacrifice of players is different, some are purely sacrificed in the direction of unlocking the seal, and some players are sacrificed purely to become stronger, so the sacrifice may not be helpful to unseal.

For example, this time, the things sacrificed by the believers were not conducive to unsealing backwards, but the legendary treasures that were brushed out after a few days of wolf bosses.

Of course, adventurers don't emphasize what monsters they have spawned, this information is slowly read by Kemon from the player's emotions.

Poof.

The core of the ritual held a beating purple heart and put it in the puddle.

Then another person wrapped a piece of cloth around a dagger that emitted purple gas.

The poison gas is very ferocious, and although he doesn't know what kind of corrosive power it will have in the real world, Kemon has to think about the problem of pollution and whether he can resist it.

However, the cloth wrapped in the dagger seems to have the function of a seal, and the poisonous gas is sealed in the cloth, so there is no danger for the time being.

Kemon thought about it and simply accepted it.