At the edge of the turtle's back, the forty-eight tentacles of the demon tentacles reformed into a 'green cat', stepping on the layers of blood-sucking grass corpses dragged by the young leaves and the shriveled old skin, and gracefully walked into the dense jungle of the oasis.

Under the scorching sun, the old abyssal turtle seemed to walk slowly and quickly, and the dense canopy of trees on its back overlapped. Not only does it cool down the oasis, but it also blocks out most of the sunlight, making it feel like you're walking into a dark forest, and you don't know what's lurking in the dark ahead.

In the forest, the air around them is no longer dry and damp, and under the wide branches and leaves of various strange shapes, the magic touch insect steps on the loose carpet of the larch and finds food-insects, and all kinds of insects on the ground are startled by its trampling. Most of these little ones like cockroaches, centipedes, and scorpions are small, the largest is the size of a fist, and they have dead leaves, rhizomes, their kind, and other demons in their recipes.

The magic tentacles, who didn't know that they were being used as food, were happy to see that they didn't run away, and their tentacles shot at them one after another, eating juice from the water. But soon it lost interest, and withdrew its tentacles in disgust. Because the energy of these insects that keep attacking and biting it is so small, that the results of sucking one are not as good as those consumed by the tentacles. It's not proportional at all, unless it has a gluttonous mouth similar to that of a vacuum cleaner, and it can snort and swallow nonsense.

And the tail glands of the insects around them are constantly releasing a corrosive and strong acid mist. The tender green skin of the magic tentacle, which was not afraid of insect bites, also showed signs of corrosion after the concentration of the fog became high, and the yellow hair was gradually torn apart by them.

Woohoo~!

The tentacles on their bodies danced back and forth like whips, and the insects that climbed up in three or two shook off the rest of their bodies together, becoming dry again, and before they could climb up, they turned into 'green cats' and burrowed deeper into the woods, which looked a little embarrassed and more like they were running away.

And the bugs that are piled up on the fallen leaves on the spot, before they can start killing each other, the first activity of 'teaming up to fight bosses' has attracted some demons who are really interested in them.

Rustle, rustle.

The forelimbs curled up and lay on the ground, and the short and powerful hind limbs pushed his body like a snake, and the ant demon who was lying on the ground came forward. At the very tip of their head is a large, slotted mouth with a slender hole. It's a lot like the nozzle of a vacuum cleaner, constantly sucking in bugs crawling on the ground nearby.

The insects were sucked helplessly into its mouth with trembling abdominal feet, and there was more than one such ant-demon.

In the darker environment of the deep jungle, the Devil Touch Worm has also encountered an opponent, and the two are facing off. No, it should be the enemy in the tree staring at it unilaterally, as if wondering where to put its mouth on. Our magic touch insects also sensed the green fluctuating food and climbed the tree to get closer.

It climbed up little by little with several tentacles wrapped around the trunk of the tree, and its clumsy appearance was not threatening at all. The serpent's head was holding its head high, and its foe waited impatiently, and its body twisted and opened its mouth to catapult at it.

This is a forest demon that looks like a snake but not a snake, their body is like a snake is a cylindrical strip full of scales, with a triangular head, a forked tongue, and deadly fangs, and they are also deadly natural hunters. But it has two small horns on its triangular head, and its eyes are striking blood-red, which is very different from that of snakes.

Therefore, the short distance of a few meters on the trunk of the tree can be described as an instant for the attacking forest demon. In the blink of an eye, he pounced on the slowly climbing magic tentacle, and the almost eighteen-open mouth and upper jaw accurately bit the purple pyramid core in the tentacle and hit it fatally!

Then the deadly venom began to pour from the tip of the fangs into the soft core of the Tentacle. During the rapid spread of the venom, the forty-eight tentacles that hung down weakly lost their effect, and the body was even tightened by the forest demon's circle, perhaps its demon life would end like this.

The breath of life of the prey bitten in the mouth quickly faded within the perception, and the forest demon, who thought that it had no ability to resist, began to squirm the muscles in the mouth from the middle core to swallow the demon tentacle whole. Everything looked like it was a foregone conclusion, and it was swallowed into the purple pyramid in the abdomen, and the dark purple venom dissolved the tissue structure all the way, and finally forced the little black ball into the dead corner and eroded up.

The ball soon stopped moving, but the effect of the poison on the inside of the ball was diametrically opposed to the silent surface.

Like a bolt of lightning splitting through the eternal night, the magic touch worm was in the brain domain of a baby of one or two years old, and the darkness was driven away by venom. This alien enemy of the same attribute inadvertently fits with the quaint hemisphere that has always emitted a trace of purple brilliance and overflowed with an unknown inheritance.

The original dripping unknown inheritance of the faucet was unscrewed by Venom and the sprinkler poured out. All kinds of mysterious and complex information mixed with the picture for a while in the brain domain of the demon touch worm, chased by a few wisps of clear reason, quickly absorbed. Let its wisdom grow at a high speed in absorption, and some pictures continue to play and flash:

"My descendants, we are the Apostle Diregi......" A long, narrow black creature on the high mountain leaned sideways, its limbs prostrate and lazily staring into the distance, "What flows in our blood is poison, it is poison, it is the source of all poisons, it is the original sin....." Its long crimson eyes slid its pupils, and in the distance, blackened corpses in bright armor burned in the fire.

"We are the apostles, the apostles representing the plague, the walking plagues, the spokesmen of sin. The image swayed, and the black hideous beast that exuded a negative aura such as ominous walked on a wasteland. Plants withered away with its arrival, life in the wasteland was completely extinct in agony, and the earth was blackened and withered as if poisoned.

"But that's not what I want, it's not what I want to do, it's all fate. Its head, which had been obscured by black flames and purple poisonous mist, was revealed in the wind, and its long slender face was as dark as a nightmare, and its evil pupils flashed with unquenchable wisdom: "Sooner or later, we remnants of the ancients will perish under the domination of the world, this ridiculous fate!"

The clouds filled the sky, and it stood at the pinnacle on the steep and steep cliff, and the claws that burned black flames lifted with a stroke, and the space was easily torn open to reveal a silver gap. Its contemplative voice came from the picture: "Space is not a problem, but the world is still that world, if we can tear open the cracks that connect us to the other side, maybe we can escape from our destined fate." ”

The magnetic vicissitudes of life are like the voice of a wise elder, and here they also disappear with the picture. The brain domain is no longer muddy, the magic touch insect that has never felt so sober, one thought after another is like a meteor shower in the brain domain, and those obscure terms such as 'fate' in the inheritance may not be understood, but this does not affect the emotion from the depths of the soul.

It is a kind of blood thicker than water, it is a kind of continuous cross-world fetters, it is not very understandable when it is just enlightened, but there is still a kind of glorious satisfaction in the heart, which can be experienced - "That's my father, it's super powerful......"