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Chapter 735 I am the one who was planted...

 Everyone followed Ange in confusion, leaving only the God of Life looking left and right. Its roots were extending into the ground, and it would be wasted if they were pulled out.

Forget it, the God of Life tied it up, closed his eyes and grew into a real tree.

The human female slave also looked left and right, not knowing where to go, so she had to find a sunken place under the tree to nest herself in.

The ups and downs of life are so exciting. This human slave girl has never encountered such an exciting thing since she was born.

Her master was just a low-level demon, not even ranked among the demons. However, the Evil Lord of the Earth, who had a reputation throughout the Demonic Abyss, was actually killed by a little girl. The little girl looked older than her.

He's still young, so awesome.

Who are these big shots? Where do they come from? Are they called the Immortal Holy Light?

Thinking of this, the little slave girl couldn't sit still anymore, and spontaneously got up and knelt down, praying seriously: "Master Immortal Holy Light, thank you for saving me, I wish you a long life and good health..."

The little slave girl has never believed in God, so everything is a sincere wish from the heart.

The God of Life, who was already preparing to sleep, couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard this. Is this a curse? A hundred years old is not a long life...

Two mid-level demons hurriedly ran past not far away. When they saw the kneeling little slave girl, their eyes suddenly lit up and they shouted excitedly: "There is a human here, there is a little human here."

"Catch, catch her, she's hungry."

The two mid-level demons immediately turned a corner and rumbled towards the tree.

This disaster scared everyone. All the demon soldiers were wiped out, the evil lord of the earth was smashed into pieces, and most of the city block was razed to the ground (by little zombies). I heard that even the Blood Pond Demonic Palace was besieged.

These middle- and low-level demons suddenly became headless flies, at a loss as to what to do and why there was a tree growing unexpectedly here.

Just when the little slave girl thought she was about to be eaten, two vines came out of the ground and wrapped around the two demons, dragging them into the ground. However, before they could be dragged into the ground, they were killed by a tree.

The vines stirred out juice and turned into meat sauce, which was perfect for fertilizing the fields.

Ah? Fertile fields, no, this is a devil, it will pollute the land.

The tree vine quickly stretched out, threw them aside in disgust, and then killed itself.

The broken tree vines covered the demon's corpse, and quickly grew hair and hyphae, becoming one with the corpse.

The little slave girl stared dumbfoundedly at the tree vines and the corpse's small earthen bag. The mycelium on it grew into a mushroom. The mushroom released spores, and then mushrooms grew, liquefied, and continued to iterate. It grew ten times in just a few dozen seconds.

After several generations of mushrooms, the pile of corpses turned into a black dirt bag.

Finally, a large mushroom with a height of three to four meters, a bright color and a charming aroma emerged from the earth bag.

Despite the bright color and fragrance, the little slave girl subconsciously shrank back as she watched this thing grow out of the demon's corpse.

Maybe it was because the aroma was so tempting, the little slave girl's stomach couldn't help but growl.

A branch hung down in front of her, and a bud sprouted from it, quickly bearing a fruit of life.

"For me?" The little slave girl looked up and quickly placed it at the bottom of the Fruit of Life.

The fruit broke off and fell heavily into her hand, causing her to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"It's so heavy, thank you to the big tree." The little slave girl said gratefully. She was afraid of the bright mushroom, but not the God of Life, because she knew very well that it was the big tree that killed the devil and saved her.

The God of Life said slowly: "Change your blessing. Don't wish him a long life. He is much older than a hundred years."

The little slave girl blinked her eyes, and it took her a while to understand what the God of Life meant: "Oh, then what blessing is good?"

"Just wish him a good harvest and everything he plants will grow." The God of Life said slowly.

"Okay, thank you, Big Tree, and I also wish you a good harvest and everything you plant will grow." After the little slave girl finished speaking, she bit into the fruit of life, and her eyes widened in an instant.

The God of Life hesitated for a while and said slowly: "This is not good... I am the one who was planted..."



Ange, who came near the Blood Pond Demon Palace, raised his hand in doubt and held out a ball of black light.

Nigris caught up with him panting, shouting: "Why are you running away so well? What elf beans? What is this? Isn't it a soul flame?"

Anthony summoned a black horse and rushed over. He glanced at the black light and was suddenly shocked: "What is this? I feel that there is God's will on it. Is this holy light?"

Ange nodded: "Immortal Holy Light."

"Pfft -" Nigris spurted out a mouthful of old blood, the Holy Light of Immortality? Why does this sound as contradictory as an ugly beauty, a thin strong man, and sweet shit? Can immortality and Holy Light be mixed together?

Anthony quickly asked: "Who defined it?"

"That human being." Ange pointed in the direction he was coming from.

"That human slave girl? She defined a magical technique? The Immortal Holy Light?" Negris asked in shock.

Ange nodded.

"Zobata, you have such bad luck." Nigris muttered jealously.

Any human being saved on the road can be defined as a divine magic, and Ange did not save it himself, but just saved it when the little zombie was crushing people.

"Then what is the function of this immortal holy light? What is its will?" Negris asked.

Since it is a divine spell, it must contain the will of God. But the problem is that Ange's divine spells, such as facial cleansing, freckle removal, rebirth, etc., are all for beauty. Isn't this also a beauty?

Magic.

Ange said happily: "There will be a good harvest and everything you plant will grow."

Nigris almost fell into the ground: "Whatever you plant will grow with the Holy Light of Immortality? Are you sure that everything you plant grows? Doesn't it mean that everything you plant dies?"

Anthony also said dumbfounded: "If everything dies, it can't be called the 'immortal' holy light. It has to be called the 'dying upon exposure to light' holy light."

No matter what it is called, the immortal holy light that can make the food harvest abundant is too ridiculous. We can only study it later. Anthony changed the subject and asked: "Sir, where are the elf beans?"

Ange pointed at the Blood Pond Demon Palace on the other side of the Corpse River.

The Blood Pond Demonic Palace is slowly operating, one component after another is being excited, each circuit is being connected, and a powerful energy reaction is accumulating.

Nigris frowned and observed for a long time, then hesitantly said: "This...could this be the Star Explosion Array? Do you think it is the Star Explosion Array and want to steal its energy to transform the fairy beans?"

, that’s why you call it Elf Bean, right?”

"Why activate this? Could it be that you want to blast away the undead natural disaster? Is that pointed tower the muzzle of the magic circle? If it is the muzzle of the muzzle, how can it turn the muzzle to face the ground?" Naige

Reese said with a puzzled look.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall main tower of the Demon Palace spit out a small ball of light.


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