Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Can Immortal Godhead be cultivated? Then you have to ask the immortal gods to find out, but there are only two immortal gods in the world, and the king is gone. Now look at Ange, he said yes, he did.

The little angel stuck out her little tongue: Slightly slightly~ The mist of death breath was introduced into her body by her, and then she coughed.

It seemed that she was not suitable for this kind of exercise, but soon she thought of another way, directly vomited out her soul, breathing the breath of death around her.

Compared with her, the little zombie's movement is much more, his whole body is like an air bag, when he inhales, the death breath around him is emptied, and when he exhales, a small whirlwind blows around him.

Fei Ti is even more perverted, he can only suck, but not spit out.

Anthony patted his chest, and a black horse sprang out. It was about to scold someone, but found that the situation was wrong. It was stunned for a while, and after figuring out the situation, it murmured softly: "The soul roars, you have a conscience."

After muttering, the dark horse couldn't wait to join the feast of death.

The breath of death diffused from An Ge's body, thus forming a cycle among everyone's souls.

While "breathing", Negris said puzzledly: "Is this how the immortality is cultivated? But I have seen it before when the death breath was more violent. Why doesn't this dead skeleton practice?"

Not to mention the resting wind that can blow angels into skeletons in the abyss, the concentration of the liquid of death's breath alone is far higher than this kind of soul whistling. Why didn't Ange create such a cycle before?

Anthony is now mainly haunted by the identity of the Pope of Light, so he did not join the cycle, but sacrificed the soul armor to prevent it from being contaminated by the breath of death. I only heard him say:

"What adults need is not death breath, but the soul belief in death breath. These death breaths are only by-products, but they have also been tempered by adults, so they are more friendly to us and absorb them more efficiently."

Negris suddenly realized: "Isn't this the same as the frenzy of belief triggered by the horrible sacrifice in the City of Light?"

Anthony nodded: "The same nature, the power of faith in the roar of the soul is what the immortal god needs."

Negris opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say. In fact, he hadn't seen the two major events of horrific sacrifice and frenzy of faith. He only knew that Ange had defeated the God of Arbitration in the consciousness space of the Lord of Light.

This was supposed to be a battle of gods with heavy casualties, but because it took place in the consciousness space, everyone didn't really feel it. They just felt a hint of danger from Anger's simple description.

Now that this howling of souls can be compared with the frenzy of belief, it is not just some undead creatures shouting there.

...

There was a hearse floating in the air behind the dead line, and Alan Blu stood a little excitedly on the frame, watching the flood of undead surging below him like a tide, feeling their whistling special power.

Alan Blu knew what it was, because he also had a large number of people with soul connections, such as those black cavalry, but compared with the ones in front of him, it was more than ten orders of magnitude worse.

Only the immortal king can mobilize souls of this magnitude. Before the king set off, he handed over the scepter of immortality to Gust, so now only Gust can mobilize the undead flood of this scale.

Anyway, His Majesty is not here, it doesn't matter if you search for these soul beliefs yourself, otherwise it will be wasted, hehe.

Alanbru, who was a little excited, exuded a breath of death from his body, and after it spread, he inhaled suddenly.

He doesn't have Ang's ability, which can trigger the resonance of the soul roar, so he can only use his own soul energy as an introduction to guide the breath of death.

With each breath, multiple breaths of death were guided into his soul.

After a while, Alan Blu opened his eyes suspiciously: "What about the soul belief? How could there be no?"

The unbelievable Alan Blue tried repeatedly and kept 'breathing', but he absorbed a lot of soul energy, but there was no trace of soul belief in it, it was as clean as if it had been filtered by someone.

Puzzled, he tried repeatedly all night, and successfully increased his soul strength by 0.2%, but he didn't capture a single bit of soul belief.

...

In this way, this "yelling" lasted all night, and the sky was bright, and everyone was finally able to see clearly the situation in the direction of the dead line.

I saw a dark place in the distance, skeletons and zombies sweating one after another like dancing gongs and drums. The sky is airtight, like a festival, extending to the end of the horizon. The earth is like a carpet paved by undead creatures.

Although everyone has already noticed from the number of soul fires that the number of undead creatures will not be small, it is only by observing with the naked eye that the scene is shocking. A flood of undead on this scale can drown everything.

Negris asked tremblingly: "Old tree, can you withstand a flood of this scale?"

The God of Life said slowly: "I can carry it... for a while, you guys run for your lives."

Negris almost fell to the ground: "Can you stop panting when you speak!"

However, the flood of undead did not come over. At dawn, the dense undead creatures dispersed and dug a hole in the ground to bury themselves.

The black knight's raid last night failed to catch anyone, and the flood of undead couldn't catch anyone. No one would do such a thankless thing.

After the undead creatures got into the ground, all the rest were high-level undead creatures. Gust turned into a cloud of black mist and floated up from behind, followed by six clouds of smoke one size smaller.

Arriving at Alan Blu's hearse, Gust condensed his body and looked at Alan Blu suspiciously: "What's wrong with you? Are you in such a bad mood? Did you go to dig a grave?"

"Dig your head. I haven't dug a grave for hundreds of years. Don't slander me with things that happened hundreds of years ago." Alan Buru said angrily.

"Then why are you in such a bad mood?" Gust asked strangely.

Alan Bulu opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment before he said, "Okay, I'm going to dig the grave."

You can't say that you covet the power of faith in Soul Howl, and you want to grab it quietly, but you don't get anything, so you are so angry that you lose your mind?

"Well, I knew it, and said I slandered you." Gust laughed: "What's the situation now?"

"Run away, ran into the forest on the mountain, but couldn't find anyone, that forest is weird." Alan Bru said.

Gust hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let me tell you something quietly. The Church of Light in the God Realm and the God of Life may have formed an alliance. The strangeness of the forest is probably due to the God of Life."

If Anthony heard what Gust said, he would definitely jump up and curse again. The only one who knew that he was connected with the God of Life was the Warlock Alliance. Needless to say, it must have been the Warlock Alliance who betrayed the news to Gust.

Alan Bulu blinked his eyes, not knowing how to react. A lot of news about the God Realm comes from a book called "Heroes of the God Realm". Who knows if the above things are true?

Even if it is true, the above description of the God of Life is not very detailed, how can you be sure that the weirdness of the forest is caused by the God of Life?

"Then what do we do now?" Alan Blu asked.

"What else, let's surround it first, are the flat land in front of it reclaimed farmland? Let's go and have a look." Gust said.

Alan Blu didn't take it seriously: "What's so good about it? It's uncomfortable to look at the things made by these bright lackeys. Just destroy them."

"Destroy your head, don't even think about it. Later, His Majesty knows that you have such thoughts, and he will definitely punish you to pick up dung. Do you want to take your black cavalry every day to collect dung in human cities?" Gust scolded arrive.

Alan Blu shuddered cleverly, and quickly shook his head desperately. He knew that His Majesty would definitely be able to do such a thing.

He is obviously an undead king, but he is very keen on farming. In the past, Gust and other old immortals often did such things as picking dung. Later, when there were more people, it was not the turn of young people like Alan Blu.

"Then hurry up and take a look. If something has been planted in the field, you are responsible for watering it, so as not to die of drought."

Thank you Huo, Thorn, Pamsylemon, for your reward.