Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Follow the sound, and soon you will see something that makes the 'sound'. It is a big face embedded in the rock wall. This face may be more than ten meters wide. The eyes are closed, and the face is partially covered. Petrified, can't see the mouth, if there is no 'voice' coming from above, it is hard to see that it is a face.

"It's not a sound, it's the same information as a sapling, but because it's too strong, it feels like there is a sound." Negris said.

Hearing someone calling it, the little sapling popped out from Ange's shoulder, looked around, focused on that face, and immediately waved the real leaf excitedly: "strength-grow-strength-grow" ——

That face didn't sense anyone coming in, nor did it hear Negris speak, but it was extremely sensitive to the message from the sapling, and opened its eyes tremblingly.

It may be because the eyes have been closed for too long, some of them have been glued together, and when they are opened, the eyelids are torn down.

When its eyes fell on the young sapling, it immediately sent an excited message: "New God Tree!? New Myriad Realms God Tree? Has it finally grown? The Lord God..."

Then it saw the God of Life who was appearing vaguely from Ange's other shoulder, and the information was instantly confused: "Two? Two new god trees? Two masters... master... master..."

The God of Life looked at it in a daze for a while, and said, "It seems to be a tree shepherd, the tree shepherd of my father's plant?"

"A tree shepherd? Such a big tree shepherd? My God, it has such a big face, how big is it when it's complete?" Negris said in shock.

Because there is no gravity in the void, all objects have a tendency to become giant, not to mention giant beasts such as the snake of doom and the ancient dragon of origin, even the conch can grow to the size of the plane.

Therefore, whether it is the giant tree of war or the chimera of the void, they are much larger than their counterparts in the plane.

But this is also the main reason why they cannot leave the Chaos Surface. They are too big and eat too much. The barren void cannot support these giant beasts.

The tree shepherd looked at the God of Life, then at the young sapling, and said hesitantly, "I can feel the breath of the sacred tree from all of you. Are you a descendant of the sacred tree? What about it?"

"It is my descendant." The God of Life said dotingly.

The little sapling waved: use force—grow—force—grow—

The tree shepherd said suspiciously: "You haven't withered yet, yet you have offspring? This...uh, little tree god, please put away your praise of growth, I'm too hungry to grow, I'm so hungry— —”

The little sapling sent out a suspicious message, put away the true leaves, and tilted its head.

Anger explained to it: "Hungry, water and fertilize."

The little sapling sent out a sudden message, so it waved its real leaves towards Ange: water—water—fertilizer—fertilizer——

How could Ange refuse this? He hurriedly took out the guano, grass, gray worm and ash liquid and mixed them, then slapped them on the tree shepherd's face, shook a few lumps, and pulled out more than a dozen cubic meters of water from the dimensional space. , all poured on the face.

The tree shepherd's face is like a sponge, all the water poured on it is sucked up by it, and few drops can drip onto the ground.

Of course, the main reason is that there is no gravity here, and I don't know which side is the 'ground'.

After absorbing the water and fertilizer, the tree shepherd lifted his spirits, and said in surprise: "It's so smooth, there is almost no extra ingredients, and it can be absorbed completely. It's amazing."

Negris almost raised his tail, put his hips on his hips and said, "Hehe, of course, this is the fertilizer prepared by God of Plantation himself."

"The God of Planting?" Probably because he had absorbed the water and fertilizer, the tree shepherd seemed to be in better spirits, and his eyes circled around everyone again, and finally fell on Ange.

"Thanks to the God of Planting, I haven't absorbed such a nutritious fertilizer for hundreds of thousands of years, and it was almost petrified." The tree shepherd said.

Hundreds of thousands of years? Petrochemical? Everyone looked around the surrounding rock walls and guessed: Could this be formed by the petrification of the tree shepherd's body?

Only the God of Life noticed another key word: "Growth praise? In addition to life praise, is there also growth praise?"

The tree shepherd looked at the God of Life and said, "You seem to have lost a lot of inheritance. How old are you?"

"Ninety-one thousand years old." said the God of Life.

Negris couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and remembered the stalk of "dying, with only 9,000 years of life left" back then, Sangbada, some low-ranking dragons didn't even live to be 9,000 years old, and let go On the God of Life, he was about to die.

"It's so small, no wonder you lost some inheritance. It has been 500,000 years since the Sacred Tree of Myriad Worlds celebrated its death, and I'm almost petrified into silicon wood..." the tree shepherd said with a sigh.

Its words made Negris' feet slip. Forget it, next time, don't talk about life expectancy with these trees and bones.

"Praise of Death? What is this?" The God of Life became extremely depressed.

Ever since the little sapling sowed its clone in Iron Sand City, the God of Life vaguely remembered the praise of life, but now it heard the praise of growth and the praise of death, and it was confused.

When it was a child (before 10,000 years old), its memory was blank, and its inheritance was very vague. It could occasionally recall something, but more experience was accumulated during its long life.

It has passed on these experiences to the young sapling, so it occasionally wonders, when it was young, did its parent plant also pass on the experience to it like itself?

However, the time is not right. From the Shenmu Continent, we can know that the Divine Tree of Myriad Realms probably withered hundreds of thousands of years ago. Now this guess has been confirmed from the mouth of the tree shepherd. One hundred thousand years ago.

"The Praise of Death is the mystery of the Divine Tree of Myriad Worlds. I don't know what it is. You need to explore it yourself. You are the new Divine Tree." The tree shepherd said slowly.

The conversation between the two trees was so uncomfortable. Anthony couldn't bear it any longer. He interrupted and asked, "Uh, may I ask if the Myriad Worlds Sacred Tree withered after death praise?"

The tree shepherd said: "Yes, after the death praise, the sacred tree will wither."

Anthony muttered back, "I see, you let the god of life die."

The brain circuits of these plants are really speechless, they will die after the death praise, and let the god of life explore, isn't that just letting them die?

"Death's tribute, it's not death, it's...forget it, I don't understand, thank you for the fertilizer, planting god, I feel better, I'm dying..."

"Pfft..." Negris laughed subconsciously, why are these guys all the same? It's 'dying soon' at every turn, and it's illogical. The last sentence is 'feeling better', and the next sentence is going to die. How can it 'feel better' if you're about to die?

However, following the words of the tree shepherd, it slowly closed its eyes, and the breath of life quickly disappeared from it.

"Ah? Are you really dead? Hey, hey, is there any mistake? Don't die, what can I do to save you?" Negris panicked.

I have never seen such a resolute treant. It thought it was like the god of life. It would take at least a few thousand years to die, so why did it die right after it finished speaking?

"This..." Negris' words couldn't bring back the tree shepherd's life, and his breath still completely disappeared. He was at a loss when he suddenly felt someone pulling him from behind.

Looking back, I saw that Anthony was winking at it. Negris looked over and saw that Ange had no expression, and the God of Life was also in a daze, not paying much attention.

The God of Life accepted the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Worlds Sacred Tree before, so he hadn't digested many things, and he was always groggy.

Only the young sapling waved its real leaves enthusiastically: "Grow hard"

This doesn't look like he's going to die. If he looks like this at a funeral, his family members will beat him up.

At this moment, Negris felt something, and turned his head again, only to see a green bud suddenly grow on the face of the tree shepherd, and then grow rapidly, and soon formed a bud.

The buds withered after only a little exposure, and they didn't even bother to bloom. After all, the buds bloom for pollination, and the fruit is not in the flower, but on the stem.

After the flower bud withers and falls, the flower stem expands rapidly, and soon expands into a large fruit with a diameter of five or six meters, and then falls.

The fruit cracked, and a tree shepherd who was ten meters high climbed up. The whole process took less than three minutes.

"This... so you died in this way?" Negris didn't know what to say.

The tree shepherd said slowly: "Decadent trees will breed beautiful fungi. Death is the continuation of new life. I am reborn. Thank you, God of Planting. Your water and fertilizer have allowed me to accumulate energy for rebirth, little one." The growth praise of the tree god, let me regain my life."

Negris was powerless to complain, it was completely different from these plants' understanding of life and death, so it was impossible to talk about this topic.

The tree shepherd walked over slowly, bent slightly, stretched out his arm, and stretched out his fingers in front of the young sapling like seedlings, and a green leaf grew out: "Lord God, the tree shepherd spirit Trinuit wishes you Consecrate its plant heart."

The little sapling looked at An Ge blankly.

The God of Life on the other side said: "Take it, it is offering everything to you and seeking your protection. It is the praise of Miaomiao's growth that makes it reborn."

Ange took the green leaves, checked them, and found nothing wrong, so he inserted them into the branches of the young saplings.

Ah—————The little sapling was a little unaccustomed to it, and kept turning its head to look at the green leaf.

Seeing that the young sapling had accepted its green leaves, Trinute returned to the original place, dug up the rocks on the ground, stabbed its hands into the rocks, and immediately branched out countless roots and stuck them into the rocks. Twisted, the rock immediately shattered, almost better than the Hammer of the Earth.

Negris looked horrified, "Cabada, is this still a 'shepherd' tree man?" The reborn Trinuit was only ten meters tall, not as big as its withered face. If it was the original tree shepherd, wouldn't it be possible to dismantle the plane with bare hands? Is this still a shepherd?

At this moment, a voice came from afar outside the tunnel: "There is a tremor, the invaders are destroying the Holy Land, what should Her Majesty do? Shall we go in?"

A majestic female voice responded: "Go in, be careful of that rotten and howling tree monster."

Rotting and howling tree monsters? Hearing this title, everyone looked at Trinute in unison.

Trinute exuded an angry breath all over his body: "Tree God, please allow me to hang these stupid elves, I said I was hungry, they thought I was wailing, I was petrified, they thought I was rotting, damn fool ..."

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