60. Interstellar Vampire Arcanist: The Lord of the Profound Truth of Blood Light, the main body is the ancient interstellar vampire tribe in the ultra-primitive ancient clan, and the image of the human being is a beautiful man of the red race of the human race, wearing a mysterious crown and a mysterious robe , holding the scepter of the Profound Truth, sitting on the throne of the Profound Truth, the golden brilliance in the eyes flowed, and the countless divine patterns were intertwined, like an immortal god, the supreme and holy, aloof, looking down at the common people.

He is an abstract **** born when infinite existence creates infinite almighty universes, and he represents the embodiment of the sum of the blood, light, and profound meaning of the entire universe. You can arbitrarily manipulate the blood light mystery line of infinite omnipotent universes (infinite dimensions) and create new branches on the blood light mystery line (create new blood light mystery coordinates).

The trivial point of any one of its avatars is equivalent to restarting and destroying an infinite number of absolutely infinite dimensions. The calculation of the minimum growth rate of each low-level dimension is beyond the mathematical level that any living language can describe.

The ancient interstellar vampires, who lived in the unknown outer universe, got such a title due to their extreme greed and thirst for blood. Their bodies are originally completely transparent, and their specific shapes cannot be seen by the eyes of other creatures, but when they have sucked up enough blood, their bodies will turn bright red due to the full undigested blood, thus temporarily showing their outer shape. ——The ancient interstellar vampires have no heads, no faces, and no eyes; their bodies are huge, their main body texture is like pulsating jelly, and from a deep red core stretches out countless undulating linear tentacles, at the ends of these linear tentacles Born with suckers, these sucker-like mouthparts open and close in a "ghoul-like greed." They grab and tear open their prey with their huge claws, sucking up the blood of their victims with those suckers.

They often appear with a supernatural ticking sound, announcing their arrival and the only signal to other beings that danger is approaching. They will leave immediately after sucking the blood of their prey, and at the same time, they will let out a grotesque and terrifying laughter and stay behind them.

Sixty-one, Evil Fungus Aolord: The Lord of Infected Profound Truth, the body is an evil fungus ancient tribe in the super primitive ancient clan, and the image of a human is transformed into a beautiful man of human race, colorful, beautiful, wearing a mysterious crown on his head, wearing a mysterious royal robe , holding the scepter of the Profound Truth, sitting on the throne of the Profound Truth, the golden brilliance in the eyes flowed, and the countless divine patterns were intertwined, like an immortal god, the supreme and holy, aloof, looking down at the common people.

He is an abstract **** born when infinite existence creates infinite almighty universes, and he represents the concretization of the whole universe infected with the sum total of profound meanings. You can arbitrarily manipulate the infection mystery lines of infinite omnipotent universes (infinite dimensions) and create new branches (create new infection mystery lines) on the infection mystery lines.

The trivial point of any one of its avatars is equivalent to restarting and destroying an infinite number of absolutely infinite dimensions. The calculation of the minimum growth rate of each low-level dimension is beyond the mathematical level that any living language can describe.

The ancient evil fungus race, at first glance, the ancient evil fungus race looks like a group of weird mushrooms. However, their colors and outlines appear to be constantly changing, and observers cannot focus on them accurately and are thus deceived by their vision. Within a radius of several meters of the ground around them is complete death, and nothing can grow. Dark shadows wriggled around, like a black smokescreen. Mycelium crawls on the ground or hangs from fungi that grow high so that they can surround people, with whispers, rubs, lively sounds, endless distances and silences. Warm, soft and sticky dark. This fungus is a parasitic creature, in fact it is neither a true plant nor an animal, it is a nightmarish life form capable of infecting anything that comes in contact with it. Its sticky hyphae will stick to anything that touches it; if the hyphae touch bare flesh, infection begins. Within a few breaths, the hyphae penetrate the skin, transforming the living flesh into fungal tissue. Immediately after infection, the victim's internal tissue begins to transform into fungal material, although the victim does not show any outward manifestations of the infection. Victims become quiet and taciturn under the puppet-like manipulation of alien parasites, while refusing all health checks and treatments. To save the life of the victim, only the body part that has been exposed to the evil fungus can be removed in a short time, otherwise the parasitic fungus will spread to the whole body, and the will of the parasite will be unknowingly transformed to complete everything A mindset to promote your own fungal transformation. This requires him to withdraw from social life into dark and damp corners.

The victim loses a portion of Strength, Constitution, Agility and Mobility every month. When the victim's Strength, Constitution, Agility and Mobility all drop to zero, the transformation is complete (his will should be almost at full value). ), he has completely turned into a fungus. The body is completely spongy and no longer has any form of original properties. At this point there is no longer any cure to save the victim, and any examination of the victim is dangerous. The victim didn't die, but turned into a fixed, terrifying fungal aggregate that mimicked his original shape. The ancient evil fungus' talent, the Great Infection, was the Great Infection.

Sixty-two, Konggui Aozhu: The roaming master of the mystery, the main body is the ancient empty ghost in the ultra-primitive ancient clan, the image of the human being is a beautiful man of the blue race of the human race, wearing the crown of the mystery, wearing the robe of the mystery king , holding the scepter of the Profound Truth, sitting on the throne of the Profound Truth, the golden light in the eyes is flowing, and the countless divine patterns are intertwined, like an immortal god, the supreme and holy, aloof, looking down at the common people.

He is an abstract **** born when infinite existence creates infinite almighty universes, and he represents the figuration of the sum total of wandering mysteries in the entire universe. You can arbitrarily manipulate the roaming mystery lines of infinite omnipotent universes (infinite dimensions) and create new branches (create new roaming mystery lines) on the roaming mystery lines.

The trivial point of any one of its avatars is equivalent to restarting and destroying an infinite number of absolutely infinite dimensions. The calculation of the minimum growth rate of each low-level dimension is beyond the mathematical level that any living language can describe.

The Konggui Ancient Clan, the Konggui Ancient Clan is a kind of creature that travels between various planes and worlds in the universe; they do not stay on a planet for a long time, but always roam around. These "hunters from outer space" look like mummies, with half-ape-like heads and degenerated eyes ~lightnovelpub.net~, long arms and huge hooked claws. Although they have an observable appearance, they are impervious to other worlds due to their properties. When the ancient ghosts go to other dimensions, it can take away some items or creatures. It has to grab what it wants to take with its claws in order to take it away. The objects or victims taken away by it will never appear again. The innate ability of the ancient ghosts is the great wandering technique.

Sixty-three, Xia Gai Zong Aozhu: The Lord of the Profound Truth, the body is the Xia Gai Zong ancient tribe in the ultra-primitive ancient clan, and the image of the human being is a beautiful man of the black race of the human race, wearing a mysterious crown on his head, wearing a mysterious meaning The king's robe, holding the scepter of the Profound Truth, sits on the throne of the Profound Truth, the golden light in the eyes is flowing, and the countless divine patterns are intertwined, like an immortal god, the supreme and holy, aloft, overlooking the common people.

He is an abstract **** born when infinite existence creates infinite almighty universes, and he represents the embodiment of the sum total of imprisoned and profound meanings in the entire universe. You can arbitrarily manipulate the imprisoned profound meaning lines of infinite omnipotent universes (infinite dimensions) and create new branches on the imprisoned profound meaning lines (create new imprisonment and profound meanings coordinates).

The trivial point of any one of its avatars is equivalent to restarting and destroying an infinite number of absolutely infinite dimensions. The calculation of the minimum growth rate of each low-level dimension is beyond the mathematical level that any living language can describe.

The Xia Gai Zerg are not very big, only the size of a human head. They have no eyelids, segmented tendrils writhing in a "cosmic rhythm"; their ten legs are covered in black glowing tentacles, their lower bodies are folded, and their nearly circular wings are covered with triangular scales. The Xia Gai Zerg's brain has six shards, which enables them to think in three directions at the same time, and they are gifted with the Great Imprisonment Technique.