The plot was wrong. The little lemures who stood up quickly put away their fireballs and fingers, knelt down again, and then quietly moved into the pile of companions who had been kneeling well.
Those companions didn't dare to let them in, they kicked them out with all their might. That scary 'little girl' kept staring at them. If they got mixed up in a bunch, the little girl wouldn't be able to tell who is who.
What if we beat them together?
So the little lemures quickly divided into two groups, one group was trembling and the other group was arrogant.
The little angel rushed forward excitedly, punching one eye socket after another.
The hearts of the void elves also go up and down like a roller coaster. In this place, the ancient gods are the supreme existence, and all living creatures are struggling to survive in the shadow of the ancient gods.
It's good to have the protection of the ancient god. If not, the situation is no different from that of a mouse in the gutter. The birds and beasts will scatter as soon as the ancient god comes. Only when the ancient god leaves does he dare to show up.
Or, like these little lemures, relying on some blood connections, they can follow the Purgatory Demon King, pick up the scraps, and live a prosperous life.
Among the rankings of many ancient gods, the level of the ancient god hunter Purgatory Twins is undoubtedly higher. No other ancient god dares to harass his territory.
If those low-level ancient gods, such as those from the Wandering God Alliance, are the targets of other ancient gods' hunting, how can they have the ability to protect other creatures?
Even if they are not hunted, these void elves can still be harmed by two ancient gods competing for territory.
On the contrary, it is the territory of the Purgatory Twins. Although it will be harassed by the little evil demons, the difficulty of survival is the lowest.
However, now, this purgatory demon king, who was several levels higher than the ancient gods in the eyes of the void elves, knelt obediently in front of Ange, covered in blood mist and looking fierce and incomparable.
This kind of gap between fierce and obedient makes many people uncomfortable.
Ange didn't think anything, nodded and let him get up, and then went to play with the tender numbness again.
Tender hemp that can grow in the low oxygen and lightless environment of the void is a very rare crop and its value is immeasurable.
Whether it is cultivating new crops based on tender flax or hybridizing crops with tender flax characteristics, as long as the characteristics of growing in a low-temperature and hypoxic environment in the void can be retained, a new lineage can be formed.
Just like Magic Rice No. 3 and Banana, all Magic Rice No. 3 growing on the main plane have the same ancestor. The more extreme Banana is its clone all over the world.
Faced with such a valuable crop, Ange had no time to think about anything else. Someone would entertain him anyway.
Anthony smiled and showed his soul possession, and then walked forward.
This is the first time that Anthony has faced a real ancient god. He was not the one to face the previous Dark Wings and Star Fire Goddess, so the experience was not very deep. Moreover, neither the Dark Wings nor the Star Fire Goddess were far inferior to the Demon King of Purgatory.
of power.
When the Spark Goddess is not gathering sparks, she is like a harmless cat slave. The Wings of Darkness is the clone of the Mouth of the Abyss, and its power depends on how much power the Mouth of the Abyss projects.
Only the Purgatory Twins are ancient gods born for fighting. They are ferocious in appearance and violent in strength. His diffuse blood mist is highly polluting. If the dead wood on the ground is contaminated, it will slowly corrode. You must know that this is half a million years old.
The remains of the immortal sacred tree.
If there are creatures that survive the pollution and erosion of the blood mist, they may evolve into demons. This is the origin of the demon clan.
Of course, the blood mist is not released casually. This kind of blood mist will only be produced when the Purgatory Twins are in combat and their power overflows.
When the little devil approached just now, he was in a fighting state, so there was blood mist all the way. Now that he has put away the fighting state, the blood mist is still filled. The main reason is--he did it on purpose.
Anthony can guess the general psychology with his toes: You can't even block my breath, why should you be equal to me?
This is to give everyone a show of strength.
However, the little devil does have this qualification. The pressure it brings to Anthony is real. Without sacrificing his soul, Anthony cannot resist the pollution of this blood mist. This is the first time he has truly felt the ancient god.
of power.
But the next moment, Anthony almost didn't laugh out loud. He saw that the big cat had landed on the ground at some point. When the little devil was not paying attention, he reached out and took it out, and a large piece of blood mist disappeared in a swish.
Now all the power was gone. Anthony suppressed a smile and said: "Hello, Demon King of Purgatory, I am Anthony, the king's disciple. This is the king's mouthpiece, Nigris, the God of Knowledge. The king is studying the secrets of the Divine Tree of All Worlds.
Remains, I will explain to you the specifics."
After a pause, Anthony said again: "I have to advise you one thing. It's best to collect your blood mist. If it comes into contact with the king's crops, you will be in great trouble."
After a pause, Anthony added: "If you don't accept it, it will be gone."
The little devil was a little confused. He looked at the blood mist that was about to spread in front of Ange, then looked at Anthony, and frowned: This human doesn't seem to have lied to me. Will it be very troublesome? What kind of trouble will it be? If you don't accept it, it will be gone.
Already?
He wanted to try, but when he thought of Ange's weird methods, he hesitated and decided to listen to others' advice and put it away.
Stretching out his palm, he tightened his palm upwards, and the surrounding blood mist quickly hit his palm, condensing into a blood-red bead.
However, the little devil immediately discovered something strange. The amount of blood mist was too small. He probably knew how much blood mist he would emit, but why was it less than half now?
Turning around and looking behind me, I saw everything behind me was clean. Where was the blood mist?
Where is my Purgatory Mist? He turned his head with a puzzled look on his face, and then he was shocked. His palms were clean and smooth, and there were no traces of blood-colored beads anywhere.
Who is it? Who is it? Who can touch the thing in his palm without knowing it? If you can touch the blood beads quietly, you can cut his hand quietly. If you don't know who it is, the little devil will not dare to relax while squatting in the pit.
.
Is it him? His eyes fell on Anthony, who had an inscrutable smile on his face, and then to Negris, who also had an inscrutable smile on his face, or was it it?
Then it turned to Lightning and the big cat with its paws in its arms. Could it be them? Hey, why does this cat look a bit like the one that Starfire raised?
It then crossed over the bodies of the little angel, zombie, Escoris and others, and finally returned to Anthony, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
Although he didn't know who it was, there was no doubt that there was someone here who could steal something from his palm silently.
Originally, he wanted to show his strength. These people recognized the gap and showed respect to him in the future. Unexpectedly, the opponent gave him a blow with a backhand. Who is it?
Anthony and Negris had enigmatic smiles on their faces, but they communicated with their souls behind their backs: After the big cat absorbed the hole of the cave worm, it touched things faster. This little devil seemed to be frightened. Look at what I do.
Bluff him.
PS: Are you going to work tomorrow? Congratulations