Before Gordon could come up with a countermeasure, there was a sudden shock all around. He slid to the other end of the meat ball, tilted halfway, and the short knife in his hand slipped. The suction cups fell off his body one after another, breaking all over the place, shriveled and withered.
Gordon immediately stretched out his hand to support the flesh wall. "Crack!" As soon as his palm was empty, the flesh wall turned into layers of brittle paper and tore apart with a sound. He failed to use the strength and almost fell down. His breath skills surged and surged, and he tried his best
Keep your posture steady.
The heart and blood vessels of the totem tremble suddenly, rising and falling with the rhythm of the breath technique, and they are integrated. Oxygen is sucked in from the wind holes, most of it rushes to the chest and lungs, and a small part flows into the blood vessels of the totem, like water filling a dense river, dividing and joining.
, and finally merge into the heart of the gem, and the cycle continues endlessly.
"Thump-thump--" Gordon clearly felt the totem's blood vessels rushing freely, the gem heart beating the atrium, and he was so intimate with himself that there was no longer any barrier between foreign things. A ray of pure original energy filled the totem's blood, and he could be ready at any time
Use it and hide it at any time.
Gordon doesn't know how to cultivate this primitive energy that is completely different from the source force. It is like the source of all totems, giving birth to the oldest wisdom. Now it has become a newborn baby, waiting for feeding. Xiwei Shu can blend with it, but cannot
Let the baby grow.
"Rumble!" The meat ball suddenly vibrated again, and then shook violently. The four walls arched and curved, rising and falling, twisting out wounds. Gordon swayed left and right, hitting the flesh wall frequently, splashing and flying.
of ash debris.
The altar is about to end! Gordon reacted, and his fangs completely destroyed the altar. "Boom!" A strong shock rushed from his feet, throwing him up, and his head hit the flesh wall. There was a "Peng" sound, and the debris was broken.
There was a splash, a big hole opened above, and shining light came in from the hole.
Gordon staggered, and his back hit the flesh wall again, shattering into pieces. The cracks quickly climbed around, half of the flesh ball exploded, and the hot wind blew towards Gordon, causing him to stagger around.
The scorching hot air waves swept over his head and face, and everything in Gordon's sight was shaking. The surrounding meat balls continued to shatter, and Artest, Saffron, Tracy and others fell out one after another, and everyone screamed one after another.
Gordon saw that most people's pupils were flashing fiercely, and they were emitting wild beast-like violent auras. Fortunately, this aura was quickly fading away, and he would not stand out too much.
"What's going on?" Artest looked around blankly, "It seems that I haven't integrated well yet."
"The altar is going to fall down!" Tracey lay on the ground and exclaimed.
"Are you going to fall?" Saffron stood up, fell down again, and screamed, "This is a shoddy product of the Blood Hell Society. No wonder I fused with a damn female mermaid! Oh, they even touched my breasts!"
"The altar is finished!" Blood Crow raised his head and his words were drowned by the rumbling roar.
The blood curtain quickly dissipated, and the giant-like altar was crumbling in the flames. Large pieces of animal bones fell from a high place like a sudden storm. The walls of the altar were cracked and wrinkled everywhere, and the fragments were splashing everywhere, and the raging waves of light rushed up.
A trail of smoke and dust.
"How could this happen?" Hua Leopard said to himself in a daze. He had hoped that the ceremony would be a success, the troubles would be improved, and he would be able to devour the ferocious beast totem in the future. But now everything has come to nothing, and the terrible thing is that the Lord is bound to win the totem altar.
"Get ready to save people!" Wu Zhu's expression changed several times, he turned around and shouted to everyone, "Quick! Prepare rope nets and soft cushions, don't let them fall to death!"
Blood Crow said "Hmm" but did not move his steps. It would be best if those piglets fell to death. The greater the loss, the heavier the punishment Silver Fox would receive.
Idiot, no wonder you can't beat the old fox! Wu Spider glared at Blood Crow, leaned over and whispered: "Only when they are alive can they help us take the blame."
The blood crow woke up from a dream. The silver fox was protected by the deacon Kajue, but what about him? The boss was in a tight situation, and he might be regarded as an abandoned son. "Hurry, save people! The young man is the future of the Blood Prison Society.
I hope that if the young man is strong, the Blood Prison will become stronger, and if the young man makes progress, the Blood Prison will improve!" Blood Crow ran and screamed in pain, fisting with his bare heart.
"Crack, click, click!" The walls of the ninth floor of the altar continued to collapse, and everyone fell to the eighth floor. The violent impact penetrated this floor again, and they fell down again, bumping and shaking all the way, making it difficult to stabilize their bodies.
"Hey, where's the little sparrow?" Saffron finally grabbed a section of the altar wall and shouted looking around.
A cracked flesh ball rolled down from above, hit his feet with a bang, and popped out of Freckles' head: "Shit! Shit! You are all shit, you all deserve to die!" Freckles's eyes were crimson, and his cheeks were red.
Like fire, the veins on his forehead burst out, as if sparks were about to fly out.
Saffron stared at him in surprise: "Little Queque, what's wrong with you?"
"Me!" A trace of confusion flashed in Freckles' eyes, and his expression immediately relaxed.
There was a loud vibration, and Freckles fell down, followed by Crocus. A large area of the altar wall collapsed, and everyone fell down, passing through the sixth floor, and then fell through several floors, falling to the bottom of the altar.
This layer is also riddled with holes and swaying. Further down, there is a vast void with undulating flames. The Silver Fox people below are as small as ants.
If you continue like this, you will definitely die! Gordon pulled out the steel wire from his waist and threw it out with a "swish". The steel wire entangled an animal pillar in the distance. The only way to survive was to climb down the animal pillar!
He pulled hard, jumped up, and rushed towards the beast pillar.
A blood shadow rushed out diagonally inward, stopping Gordon!
"Papa papa!" Gordon grasped the wire with his left hand and raised his right arm to block it quickly, intercepting the opponent's crazy attack.
"Die, ow! Die, ow!" The blood shadow let out an indistinct howl, its fangs protruded from the corners of its mouth, and its skin was covered with animal hair. Only from the outline of its head could one tell that it had been beaten by Gordon.
of onions.
Turning around and around, Gordon's right palm was like a snake letter, cleverly passing through the onion's claws, thrusting at full speed, and inserting it into the throat. "Pfft!" Gordon was defeated, his fingertips were numb, and the black lead-level source of power was actually
Unable to kill the opponent! In an instant, Onion Tou swooped up, his eyes blazing with blood, his claws flashing with cold light! It was clear that his animal nature had backfired and he turned into a ferocious beast with infinite strength.
At exactly this moment, the animal bones under Gordon's feet collapsed, his body tilted, and one foot was hanging in the air!
Suddenly, a figure rushed up from behind Gordon, hugged Oniontou, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Hurry up!"
It was the dark little face of the barbarian boy, reflecting the dazzling flames, resolute and determined, as stoic as iron.
The steel wire was stretched and swung towards the beast pillar. Gordon heard the thud of sharp claws slapping Artest behind him. The boy's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the opponent, saying nothing and refusing to let go.
Grasping the raised joints of the beast pillar, Gordon quickly slid down.
This is the fate of cannon fodder. He thought to himself, it will happen sooner or later.
Artest's figure got farther and farther away, and Gordon continued to slide, and debris fell like rain all around. I don't need anyone to save me, I still have my trump card, and my totem that has not been used. He thought again, the barbarian is a fool, and fools can't survive.
long.
The world is inherently dark and cold.
Gordon lowered his head and stopped thinking. The wind roared in his ears, and his palm was scratched by the high-speed friction with the animal bone, and bright red blood gushed out.
"Brother's blood."
He didn't want to remember, but he still remembered: In the vast Gobi dusk, the barbarian boy cut his palm and stretched out his hand.
He tried his best to avoid it, but that hand still reached out, stubbornly. No matter how dark and cruel the world was.
The two palms touch each other, and the warmth lasts forever. From then on, the blood blends together, regardless of each other.