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Chapter 1250: Will the old star also get sleepy?

Chapter 1243: Do even old gods get sleepy?

The movement of Nagustai was surprisingly small, and all I could see was a thin root sprouting out of thin air, and then growing silently, quickly growing into an ordinary tree shepherd with only an average chest height.

If the king's thoughts hadn't enveloped the area, and the surrounding area was completely empty, it would have been easy to ignore any obstacles.

Who would notice trees growing behind a wall?

"I knew it." The king murmured in a low voice. With this ability, Nagusta could easily enter and exit any place. With such an existence, how could a mere mental lock be able to trap it?

After Mrs. Nagus grew into a tree shepherd, she walked over twisting and turning. Her posture was exactly the same as that of the tree shepherd, but her speed was beyond imagination. She twisted her waist and swished, as if she was being dragged by something.

After covering a distance of several kilometers, I arrived in front of the king after twisting two or three times.

The king's thoughts swept over it, and after looking at it for a long time, he suddenly said: "You are not a little tree."

The king's tone was very firm, as if he had seen something, but in fact he felt a little uneasy because he couldn't understand why Anthony asked him to say this.

Nagusta was stunned there, and after a long while he said: "Essentially, I am Nagusta. I used some special methods to bypass your spiritual lock contract, but the contract with you,

I have always obeyed and never set foot on your territory."

"Hmph!" The king snorted in a tone he had known for a long time, but he was praising in his heart: This death stick has deceived him again. How did he know that this was not Mrs. Nagus? No, it was not Xiaoshu.

', that is to say, it is not a small tree, but it can be a Nagosta.

The king felt that his soul was about to explode, and he wanted to pick up the sickle and chop him off, but it was easier to chop people.

But after thinking about it, I might not be able to cut the Cangzhi Shenxing, so forget it and let’s perform as planned.

Then the king's tone darkened: "You have violated it now."

Nagus Tai said slowly: "This is not your territory."

The king was at a loss for words, and finally said after a while: "Then what are you doing here?"

"You kill the Cang God Star, and I will help." Nagusta said.

"Did you do something to my child? Eavesdropped on my words?" the king asked sternly.

Mrs. Nagus said slowly: "I will help you to protect the Fei Lie family. You have to watch."

"Oh? It seems that I still want to thank you." The king teased.

Mrs. Nagust didn't know whether she didn't understand or pretended not to understand. She said lightly: "You're welcome."

"Forget it, you are here to help, what can you do?" the king asked.

Nagusta said: "You have experience, what do you need me to do?"

"Can you collect some Chaos Mist for me?" the king said casually.

The shepherd waved his hands in a driving gesture. As it danced, some plant carpets stretched forward, and soon a road made of plants was paved.

The tree shepherd continued to wave, and the plant carpet stretched out to both sides, and soon expanded into a huge plane. These plants were like balls of silk threads, intertwined in disorder, loosely intertwined with each other, like the threads on the stone.

Moss-like.

After completing all this, the tree shepherd looked at the king and stretched out his hand to signal.

The king knelt down inexplicably and looked at the plant carpet carefully. He looked at it for a long time and found nothing special.

The tree shepherd stretched out his hand again to signal.

The king had no choice but to continue watching patiently. He squatted a little impatiently, and then suddenly found a trace of chaotic mist wrapped around the plant carpet.

"Huh? This plant can absorb the fog of chaos?" the king said in surprise.

The tree herdsman nodded: "It is placed here, with an endless supply and mist."

"Interesting." The king said with great interest, stretched out his hand to wave, and immediately jumped out a mourning bone dragon from the distant void, grabbed the plant blanket and flew away.

The bone dragon circled in a wide range in the void, trying to make the plant carpet sweep across the void in a wider range. When it circled back, the plant carpet was already entangled with a high abundance of chaotic mist.

The king collected all the chaotic mist on the plant carpet into his hand. It was about the size of a fist. Although it was not a lot, the total amount of fist-sized mist was very small, but it was very efficient.

The bone dragon dragged the plant blanket around in the void several times, which was much more efficient than scraping it everywhere.

"Yes, it's very practical. I'll take it." As the king said, he grabbed a small ball and pinched it in his hand. After condensing it hard, a ball of black crystal actually wrapped the small ball of plant blanket inside.

Reaching out and pressing, the arm penetrated the space and was sent to Locke. Locke then handed it over to the undead creature who had a soul connection with Ange. When the other party took it in his hand, a root would come over and sweep the thing away.

Although the process is a bit cumbersome, the king and Ange have no soul connection, so they can only transfer in this way.

The tree shepherd looked at the king's actions curiously, but did not stop him. After it was done, he asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Get some samples and study them." The king said truthfully.

Although the tree shepherd did not laugh out loud, his tone was much lighter: "I, the Tree of All Realms, cultivate species that only another Tree of All Realms can understand. Do you have it?"

The king murmured in his heart: We really have...

It's a pity that the tree shepherd couldn't hear what the king was saying. It only heard the king say: "Since you want to help, you are responsible for trapping it when the time comes."

The tree shepherd said slowly: "I will help you and I won't die."

The king spread his hands: "Then what can you do?"

"I can make it manifest itself." After the tree shepherd said this, the whole body began to grow crazily.

With the Divine Tree of All Realms continuously delivering power behind him, the Tree Shepherd soon grew into a towering giant tree with an 'explosion head' on top.

Dozens of thick vines topped the head, swinging disorderly like octopus claws, and there was a strong tree tumor at the top of each vine.

Except for these tree tumors, a row of tree holes were exposed on the trunk of the giant tree. Originally there was nothing inside, but as time passed, some dark elements condensed in the tree holes, and more and more dark elements gathered.

The tree hole was slowly filled.

These are the tree holes of a towering giant tree. Each hole is several meters in diameter. Now it is filled with dark elements?

The king couldn't help but feel sour. Now he finally understood why Anthony had tried so hard to make Ranagos end up so badly. With the size of the Divine Tree of All Worlds, he could create a big scene casually.

Now, unlike on the Chaos Side, the king cannot use the huge Chaos Mist, which is simply not comparable in size to the Divine Tree and Divine Star of the Ten Thousand Realms.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the Blue God Star to come over.

After more than ten days, the Cang God Star slowly flew over, but it seemed that it couldn't see the giant trees, and floated past without warning, confusing the Nagustai and the king who were waiting for them:

"Isn't it asleep? Do old stars also get sleepy?"


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