The pale blue blood that remained in the air was tumbling, boiling, and then emitting a noble golden shimmer.

The golden shimmer was so extraordinary, it actually exuded a faint coercion, filling the already calm cave with a sense of oppression.

The golden shimmer should really have an unusual origin.

The weird little monster looked at it carefully and carefully, not letting go of every feature of the golden shimmer.

Although the feeling of depression seemed to make it extremely uncomfortable, even the pink skin gradually turned white, and the huge compound eyes shrank sharply.

But at the moment when the golden glimmer was about to fade, he waved his wrists and feet violently again, and spurted out a mouthful of small silver blood.

The hideous head opened three eyes again, shining with silver-gray, pale yellow, and purple light, and then the three rays of light quickly leaned against the blood light, forming four corners side by side.

The four corners were all flashing in a flash of light, and a small eyeball of constantly changing colors took shape.

The eyeballs froze at the golden glimmer and weaved through the blood inside and out, trying to find out where it came from.

The moment the eyeball was formed, a large mouthful of silver blood gushed out from the small mouth of the weird little monster Cherry, splashing a few feet away.

The strange little monster whose face had turned extremely pale burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"Master is really in the middle of the time! At the critical moment when he broke the seal and needed a huge amount of replenishment of his life potential, he met the bloodline of the Lord of Food.

Although the bloodline is so thin that it is almost imperceptible, it is pure.

As a great existence in the past, although the Lord of Food has long since fallen, the nobility and extraordinaryness of his bloodline are extremely rare.

Lias here, with the highest respect for the bloodline of the great existence that remains in the world!

Master is really blessed by luck!

If you can capture this faint bloodline, it will be enough to have a higher potential and charge towards a higher level of strength!"

The weird little monster, the guy who called himself Lias, was talking to himself ecstatically.

Still in utter fear, Yevre was confused, unable to understand what the bloodline, the golden shimmer, and the Lord of Eaters were all about.

It's just that he is still immersed in the shadow of death, and he can't extricate himself.

Lias stared straight at Yevre's three-foot body, his cute compound eyes full of crazy greed.

The elastic little tongue kept licking the cherry mouth, and the two fangs actually gleamed with a trace of blood, as if they were going to devour every inch of Yevre's flesh and blood.

Of course, if you want to devour the bloodline of a thin descendant of a great existence that has fallen, it is not something that can be eaten simply.

If you swallow it at will, you will end up with only food scraps, which can only be used to nourish the earth.

Strange smoke-like ropes emerged from the void in large numbers with the strange sacrifices of Lias.

Several of them quickly floated to the frozen Evre, and tied the immobile Evre to reveal only his terrified little head.

The remaining large number of smoke-like ropes quickly drifted out of the cavern, scattered in all directions.

Soon after, strange sounds came from all around.

There was a hoarse hissing, a shrill roar, a hum of wings flapping violently, and a wail of pain.

Could it be that all kinds of insects near the cave have been attacked by smoke-like ropes?

Lias's casual and strange sacrifice actually has such a wide range of attack capabilities?

Fearing for his own life, Evre was equally shocked by the mass of ropes and deeply doubted what he had heard.

What is the origin of this monster the size of Lias's index finger, it has just broken out of the eggshell, it should be very weak!

How can it be so powerful?

Easily destroyed a colony of more than 10,000 mutant ants, devoured the powerful antbeast leader, and now it can easily attack everywhere.

Time flies, and Jevre is simply living like years, and every second of waiting is an ordeal.

Under the gaze of Lias's cute big compound eyes, waiting for the verdict of fate.

The smoke-like ropes that struck in all directions slowly returned, and the prey at the end of the rope was still struggling, and none of them died.

A centipede monster about ten feet long, a dark lizard struggling to its death, a giant snail as large as a cow, a colorful flea that looks about the size of a basin, and a large number of fisted aphids...

All kinds of insects and beasts are simply eye-opening.

At least that's what Jevre thinks in his heart, who has never seen it.

Lias looked at the prey that was gradually piling up, but he pursed his cherry mouth in disgust, dissatisfied with the number of low-grade prey that amounted to thousands.

Although there are many of them, the strongest ones are no more than the lower mortal realm.

And there are no rare bloodlines, they are all ordinary common goods.

Sure enough, the thin bloodline of the little cowardly demon is extremely rare.

How much luck did I have to meet the demons in the trillions of dollars, it was like a line of fate!

Such a rare opportunity, if you don't grasp it firmly, it will really thunder and thunder, and the sky will be angry and resentful.

Lias, who was very excited, danced his wrists and feet regularly, and continued to chant strange sacrifices.

I saw that the smoke-like ropes that had all returned, dragging the firmly bound prey, and then surrounding Lias, slowly arranging into a six-pointed star.

The six-pointed star array gradually took shape, and the pink wrist and foot of Lias in the center pointed at Yevre, and Yevre's small body floated in front of Lias.

It's like the size gap between the Dark Titan and the Coward, but it doesn't give Jevre the slightest sense of security.

Lias's pink skin, with a complicated and strange sacrifice, suddenly began to turn silver, until his whole body glowed with a faint bright silver light.

An extremely tiny drop of silver blood emerged from Lias's forehead and slowly floated towards Jevre's head, who was still unable to move.

Silver blood lingered between Yevre's brows. Then it eeriely vaporized, pierced straight into Yevre's brain, and disappeared in the white ravines.

Yevre was struck by a series of sharp headaches, as if he had been pierced by thousands of sharp needles, and the pain was almost like losing his mind.

Yevre tried to knock himself unconscious in pain, trying to struggle, but still couldn't move half a minute.

The strength of the mortal level of the first realm is really too weak, where can he protect himself in front of the monster that broke the seal.

Lias doesn't seem to be strong, and he is only about the upper realm, but all kinds of strange methods he has are unheard of by Yevre.

At least the strange rituals, the regular brachiopod patterns and smoky ropes, and the glittering six-pointed star array, each of which opened the eyes of the lonely Yevre.

The six-pointed star array is really shining with colorful light. The prey of different shapes gradually deflated in the struggle, and even all kinds of wails disappeared completely.

The life essence of the prey turned into thin lines and converged towards Lias in the center of the six-pointed star array.

Lias accepted the trickle lightly, as if he had taken a perfect tonic pill, and instantly became energetic and energetic.

A more complex ritual was sung, and a thin, formless, insubstantial thread began to connect the brains of Lias and Jevre.

A faint vague figure appeared in Lias's body, but it was the embodied soul of Lias.

The soul body gradually broke away from Lias's body, and then turned into a streamer of light, piercing into the deep bloodline world of Jevre.

It's a spooky world full of all kinds of cuisines.

Big trees covered with barbecue meat, rivers flowing with honey.

The stones on the ground are hanging oven roast duck, the weeds are vegetable salad, and the soil is pistachio powder.

The sand is sugar, the waves are jelly, and the white clouds in the sky are marshmallows.

The tumbling barbecued pork is chasing a flock of roasted whole sheep, and the bouncing cold rabbit is teasing the spicy chicken.

The prestigious roast chicken was in a tug-of-war with four buns, and the one who was pulled was pulled into a strip, and it was almost broken into a fish.

The neat Wenchang roast duck, Zhou black duck, Leshan crispy duck and lemon duck are lined up.

The docile trouser belt noodles were fighting with the board noodles, and the onlookers were excited to refuel the donkey meat and boiled fish, but they were unexpectedly knocked out by the huge Alaskan king crab with green onions, dripping with oil and water all over the ground.

Standing more than 10 feet tall, Yevre has an ecological yak jerky from the western Sichuan Plateau in his left hand and a German signature roast pig's trotter more than three feet long in his right hand.

The mouth was still chewing on the peeing cow balls, and a mouthful of juice splashed out, and the low-flying citronella pigeon was panicked.

On the shoulder, there is also a puff made of fireside beef, which is filled with salt-and-pepper shrimp and spicy crayfish, which exudes an enticing aroma.