Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Come, come, take them down and hide them, just leave Bujaka alone." Negris greeted excitedly.

Inexplicably, Li Dali and Hai Lan took those ancient gods down and hid them according to Negris' instructions, and then asked puzzledly, "What are you going to do?"

"Fishing." Negris said, with the Chaos Undead Legion leading the battle, Negris became more courageous. He used to fish passively, but now he took the initiative to fish.

A small shattered plane was packed full, with more than a dozen ancient gods pressed together, surrounded by shadows, it was extremely embarrassing.

Sure enough, when I saw Bujaka dragging the broken plane by himself, I thought he was dragging some treasure. Some people felt that they had the ability to suppress Bujaka, or relied on the large number of ancient gods, so they bumped into him, and then they were beaten by more than a dozen The ancient gods surrounded them.

This Bujaka even gained experience in fishing. Qiqing showed a tense and cowering expression on his face, and even panicked when he sensed movement.

The ancient god Nahui, who felt powerful, could not bear this temptation, rushed over impatiently, and then became a prisoner.

In this way, before returning to the Scarlet Abyss, they captured a total of twenty-five ancient gods, because there is no way to restrain them for the time being, they can only let some undead wandering souls live on them.

Even the little devil had to sigh: "I have never seen so many guys staying together, I really want to kill them all."

Immediately, all the ancient gods were terrified and trembled, especially when Ange and the others were still studying Leihou's headless corpse.

"It seems that it is the structure of the chest cavity that causes it to emit a roar that shatters everything. This is not the arcane art of sound, but the vibration of dark elements. A more detailed study requires Duroken to carry out, which is beyond my ability. It’s beyond the limit of ability.” Anthony raised his head with blood on his hands and said, then rubbed his hands, and a holy light spread from his hands, quickly purifying all the dirty things.

"Are you sure it's called Dark Element?" Negris asked.

Ever since Ange used the feathers of the Holy Spirit of Chaos to intercept an invisible element in the void, everyone has been full of controversy over this element. The controversy mainly focuses on whether it is called "dark element" or "dark element".

This controversy did not come to fruition until the light of creation surrendered, because what the light of creation created was 'darkness', which was not the same thing as the invisible energy in the void.

"Let's call it this way first, whoever wants to overthrow and let him write a thesis." Anthony said.

"Okay, that is to say, as long as you figure out the reason why its chest can make the dark elements oscillate, you can create various instruments for dark elements. It is true that Duroken can do it. He may not be able to do it himself. He has to let the stars The college and the Zhenyan Association will join in, and then send the corpse back." Negris said.

Ang put the body away.

Fishing all the way like this, the Broken Plane was dragged to the Bloody Abyss, and more than 20 ancient gods supported it and slowly fell onto the Bloody Abyss.

"Okay, the thing is dragged back, how do you want to revive it?" Negris asked impatiently.

Ange pointed to a location in the Bloody Abyss, and said, "Dig it open to reveal the roots, smash it open to reveal the core, and connect them together."

"You mean, dig out the roots and core of the sacred tree and let them be connected together? Then it can be revived?" Negris was surprised.

Ange shook his head, turned out the worm ash liquid with his left hand, and sacrificed the holy light of immortality with his right hand: "Return to life, activate."

"You still need to use the worm ash liquid to revive it, and then use the holy light of immortality to revive it? But you can't revive it, at most, you can get a living god tree, but you can't revive the god tree of the world." Negris said.

An Ge scratched his head, and said distressedly: "I see, let it grow back when it is alive."

"Hiss—" Negris and Anthony gasped at the same time.

Negris was surprised: "You mean, you have seen its complete body from the information it sent to you, and if it grows back to a complete body, it is equivalent to resurrection?"

"It's the same as my resurrection of Polke. I think Polke is like this, so he looks like this? My lord, you are not resurrecting, you are preparing to rebuild the sacred tree of the world." Anthony was stunned. .

Negris couldn't help getting excited: "Cabada, rebuilding the Divine Tree of Myriad Realms, you can figure it out, but it is very likely to succeed, as long as you resurrect it, let it grow by itself, as long as it grows back to its original shape, who will Dare to say that it is not the Divine Tree of Myriad Realms, we only want its body, but not its soul."

The pink skirt not far away couldn't help muttering: "I only want its people, but not its heart? This fat dragon is too heartless, don't bring bad people."

"That's right, as long as it grows back to its original size, we say it is the sacred tree of the myriad worlds. Who dares to say it is not? And it can grow by itself without us doing it. It is very feasible." Anthony couldn't help but feel a little bit Excited.

I don’t know the power of the God Tree of Myriad Worlds if I haven’t come to Chaos. This tree, which has been dead for 500,000 years, still protects the entire Chaos plane today. Most of the plane creatures rely on the remnants of the Tree of Myriad Worlds alive.

Seeing the two excited guys, Ange was a little puzzled. He just wanted to plant a tree. Why were he so excited?

Digging up the earth was originally a very difficult task, but there were more than twenty ancient gods, plus billions of undead creatures, billions of chaotic undead creatures, hundreds of thousands of demons, and millions of humans. With the elf, things became very easy, and there was no need for Ange to use it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he went to pull up the remaining corpses in the corpse river. The lower the corpse, the higher the grade of the corpses. The number of golden skeletons increased, but the more broken their bodies were.

In the blood sacrifice of more than 100,000 years, the total number of corpses in the corpse river may be as high as tens of billions, but the bottom ones are all crushed into pieces, even if it is metalized, it is meaningless. About 100 million, but most of them are corpses.

The recovery of the undead has continued, and a positive cycle has been formed. The breath of death deposited in the river of corpses is continuously transformed into the fire of the soul, turning each corpse into an undead creature.

Every time a batch is spawned, Anger transfers the 'thread' to those soulless corpses, pulls them up, and enters the process of reviving the undead. A new soul fire is born in their bodies, and the breath of death in the river of corpses is consumed Until it does, the resurrection of the undead will not stop.

An Ge didn't come back until the ground was dug open and the roots were exposed.

He picked up a strand of root hair, scraped off the rotten section, and used the holy light of immortality to purify the mold and dirt on it, and then smeared a little insect ash liquid on the section to make the long-deactivated root hair Cross-section regeneration.

Then the same was planed, and the broken plane that exposed the tree core was put into the big pit. Angra pulled the regenerated roots, trying to connect it to the tree core, but after a few twitches, the roots were firm Firmly rooted in the earth, it is still solid even after half a million years.

Ange tilted his head, is he going to smash the plane?

The young sapling also tilted its head, and suddenly stretched out a branch, first wrapped around the roots, and then branched out, extending towards the core of the tree.

At the place where the branches were about to touch, Ange put a little worm ash liquid on it, and after the worm ash liquid seeped in, the spot showed a little green.

In this way, the branches of the young sapling become the extension of the roots and the core, linking them together.

Ange quickly took out various fertilizers, dripped them on the root hair one by one, checked the nutrients it needed repeatedly, and then came to a conclusion that it could absorb any fertilizer.

With the absorption of nutrients, the whole root tendril gradually 'lives', starting from the contact point of the section, and slowly extending to the end.

The same is true for the core of the tree. At the point where the roots are connected, the greenery is slowly spreading around.

"Successful? It's really good, continue to connect and connect all the roots." Negris said excitedly.

What followed was a long, repetitive and boring process. When more than fifty roots were received, the young sapling shook all the leaves on its body.

Ange hurriedly let it rest, and turned to the God of Life for help.

The God of Life said slowly: "Let Miao Miao come. Its branches are grafted on the roots and core of the father plant, and what it carries is the power of the father plant."

Carrying the power of the parent plant? There is such a good thing? Ange immediately decided to let the little sapling rest well before continuing.

Taking advantage of this spare time, Dimali finally had a chance to come over to speak, and he simply knelt down and bowed down: "I salute the Lord God, thank you for saving my life and the elves' lives, they asked me to dedicate everything to you."

After speaking, he held up a leaf to An Ge with both hands.

"Huh, the heart of an elf? There really is such a thing?" Negris said in surprise.

Everyone looked at it, and Negris had no choice but to explain: "This is something that only exists in theory, because the old tree has always been the god of the elves, so its heart of life is the heart of the elves, but in theory , as long as the elves lose the object of their belief, their faith may be pinned on an object, which can be a leaf or a stone, and the totem that gathers the belief of the elves is the heart of the elves."

Anthony asked in confusion: "But why don't Ann Ruth and the others have it?"

"Yes, Escris is, a stronger god than a totem." Negris said.

Ange understood, picked up the leaves and handed them to the young sapling. The young sapling swayed the leaves and refused: ah——————

He handed it to the God of Life, but the God of Life also refused, and finally the elf's heart fell into the hands of the tree shepherd Trinuit.

Negris couldn't help pulling Anthony aside and asked, "I don't even want the heart of an elf? Why?"

Anthony guessed: "The young sapling may not know how to use the power inside. It is the power of faith. The old tree may not want to take responsibility. These are the spirits left by its father, not its own. Please trouble, it’s not good to have too messy belief in Yuanli.”

"Uh, no one wants Faith Yuanli these days?" Negris envied.

"Hehe, isn't this normal? To a true god, the dedication of a mortal is not only a kind of income, but also a responsibility. Not everyone can bathe in the glory of an adult." Anthony laughed.

"Ah bah, your tone is really like those magic sticks selling indulgences." Negris snorted.

Anthony rubbed his nose: "The indulgences were also sold."

Originally thought that offering the heart of the elf would make the main god look at it highly, but who knew that Ange didn't want it at all. Dimali suddenly dared not mention the unreasonable request entrusted by the elf queen, and instead said: "My lord, the ancients of the Wandering God Alliance Gods, I hope to have your protection."