Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The soul of the undead creature is the most important, so no matter how strengthened the body is, the soul of mourning cannot become the soul of black crystal.

"Soul strength is the most important thing, but in this broken place, there is too little death aura." The king said distressedly.

It is indeed too little. It is incomparable to the death line in the starburst plane, and it is incomparable to the Abyss of Rest. The aura of death here in the mass graves is quite strong, but the king almost wiped out the free aura of death on the first day. Cleared.

If it were a world like the Starburst Plane, the king would have already gathered all the deceased and found a place with poor air flow and thin and dry water vapor to lay down their corpses. If a large number of corpses were gathered, the death energy would be generated faster. .

But the creatures in this world are too ferocious. The territory that the king established when he first came was actually pushed over by a group of mercenaries. It was so embarrassing.

"Hahaha, you were pushed by a mercenary? Hahahaha, you were pushed by a mercenary, hahaha, blah blah blah..." Nigris finally caught the opportunity, showing his emptiness Shadow was rolling around on the floor, laughing.

At this time, it felt deeply regretful. Why wasn't Lightning his believer? If he had Lightning's poisonous mouth, he would definitely make the old immortal spit out his bones.

The king picked up the yellow mud book and walked out.

Negriston felt bad and asked in a panic: "What are you going to do? Where are you going? You old man, put me down quickly."

“I’m going to find a pit where farmers’ manure is soaked and add some knowledge to them.”

"No, farmyard fertilizer does not require knowledge!!"

With Negris around, Ange was much quieter. Needless to say, he could explain many things to him, and even the king could coax him to sleep, so no one would disturb Ange's farming.

After selective breeding and topping, Ange selected a very short dead man's fruit tree. It almost grew on the moss. Without looking carefully, it was difficult to distinguish it from the moss.

"What is he doing? This dead man's fruit tree is so short and the fruits are so small. Will it be delicious? Why not choose the ones with the biggest fruits?" the king asked in confusion.

Negris responded 'obediently': "Short crops consume less nutrients and have stronger survivability. You see in those deserts, tall crops cannot grow, only short grass plants can grow. As for The fruit is small and this fruit may not be meant for eating.”

"It's not for eating? Then it's for collecting the breath of death? Is that okay?" The king's soul was shaken.

He is worried that there is too little soul energy here and it is not easy to collect. If he changes his mind, if soul energy can be grown, wouldn't his trouble be solved immediately?

"How do I know? Ange is a professional at planting things. You have to ask him whether he can grow them. But he hasn't started planting them yet. No one knows what kind of results he can grow." Negris said.

As Ange worked hard, dwarfed dead man fruit trees gradually filled the entire valley.

Lais simply used moss as the base material, and then poured some overnight cemetery water, causing the dead man's fruit tree to become malnourished.

After Ange's controlled experiments, it was found that bone meal mixed with hair has the best effect.

As for mass graves, there isn't much of anything except bones and hair.

In the dead of night, the king kicked the corpse a few times, and the corpse crawled out of the pit.

Pull out your own hair, lift rocks and smash your legs, legs and feet into powder, mix them with the hair, soil and moss, cover them with fallen leaves, and then pile them with soil to let them rot.

After all this was done, only half of the body was left and the corpse crawled back into the pit with its hands, stretched out its hands to pull the surrounding soil, buried itself, and then retracted its hand bones, as if it had never crawled out.

The only imperfection was that the hole where the hand bones were retracted was exposed, and the king needed to step on it to seal the hole.

"Why do you have to step on it yourself? You won't call a good one to step on it and block the holes. You can just bury the good one." Nigris said.

"Hey, that makes sense. You've become smarter, Nag." The king said in surprise.

Knead the decomposed substrate fertilizer into a ball, stuff it with some tree roots, rocks, dead wood, etc., poke a small hole, and insert the sapling.

After a month of Ange's hard work, the entire corner where the mass graves are located is covered with these dwarf fruit trees. They are like tenacious saplings, stretching out from any gaps where they can grow.

The first batch to be cut had even produced fruits the size of a finger. The king came closer and took a breath, and the pure breath of death was immediately swept away.

The king compared it: "There is not much difference in the amount of death aura with the large fruits in the tomb, but these grow much faster and bear fruit in a month."

"And if you don't pick it and leave the fruit on it, it will continue to condense the aura of death. It's so convenient. If the entire cemetery is covered with such fruit trees, you will no longer have to worry about losing soul energy." Negris was shocked. Speaking of.

"Yes, I'll come back tomorrow to suck it," the king said.

In the early morning of the next day, the king came to the original fruit trees and sucked hard.

After careful comparison, the king said: "It's almost half as good as the first time, and it's very pure and doesn't need to be digested."

As he spoke, the king took off the leather armor on his arm, revealing a pitch-black hand bone. On the arm bone, which was coated with a layer of black crystal, some specks were brewing.

"Hey, has it turned into chaos? Isn't it plated with black crystal? Can it also turn into chaos?" Negris asked in surprise.

The king nodded: "Yes, as long as the chaos is transformed, the black crystal fragments will merge into one and become a whole piece. The strength will not be weaker than before. Unfortunately, there are not enough black crystals, otherwise the whole body will be plated. My strength The recovery will be much faster.”

"Yeah, by the way, where did you get these black crystals? Ange has one on his chest." Negris asked.

"They were dug from structures like Ange's. They are the planting structures of the Shenguang Chamber of Commerce. The Shenguang Chamber of Commerce should have a lot of these black crystals, otherwise they wouldn't even use the planting structures." The King He muttered.

At this moment, Ange, who was thinning the branches of the dead man's fruit tree, suddenly raised his head and looked sharply at a certain corner.

A 'big rabbit' popped out of that corner and jumped far away quickly.

"There is a strong conscious reaction, it is not a rabbit." The king said in a deep voice, kicked the ground fiercely, and rushed in the direction of the rabbit.

When the king is not moving, he is like an old farmer, squatting next to him and watching Ange farming every day. But when he moves, he is like a giant cannon. The rabbits have jumped out dozens of meters. When the king pounces, he is like a cannonball. Hit the rabbit's position.

With a thud on the ground, the king plowed a ditch on the ground and shoveled away several graves. But before that, the rabbit's figure suddenly jumped up and disappeared like a flash of light.

Ange thrust out his right hand and grabbed it forward. At the same time, the scales on his arm surged and turned into a golden dragon claw. It pierced into the air, grabbed something and pulled it out.

The dragon claw he took out already had a big, fluffy rabbit on it.

"Wow, Dragon God Transformation? Can you transform into Dragon God?" Nigris said in surprise.

God, this is great news. Being able to transform into a dragon god means that Ange has the ability to protect himself.

Ange shook his head: "Hand."

"Is it because of the crystal plating? It seems that the black crystal problem needs to be dealt with urgently." The king ran back: "What's going on with this fat rabbit? I didn't even see it clearly when it was running around just now."

Ange said: "Fragments of the godhead."

"It is indeed a fragment of the godhead, and it has a consciousness attached to it. Judging from the look in its eyes, it must be intelligent. It seems that it heard all our words. What should we do? Kill it?" the king asked.

Ange nodded.

The rabbit's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted in horror: "Don't kill me, I know where the darkness is..."

The next words couldn't be shouted out, because the king's hand had tightened, almost strangling its neck.

Fortunately, it yelled quickly, and the king stopped his strength in time and loosened its neck a little: "What's black? Black crystal? Do you know where there is black crystal?"

"Yes, yes, I know where the black crystal is." He said and smiled bitterly: "Why are you so cruel? Aren't you curious about who I am?"