Holding Ange's hand bones, the bald god's body kept sliding down, sliding, sliding, sliding, and fell to the ground.
But the body of God fell, but a little white ghost did not fall. It broke away from the body and hugged Ange's finger tightly.
Ange felt a little weird. Such a little thing could actually drive the body of a god?
But it had obviously reached its limit. When the finger holding Ange found that it was not glowing, he couldn't help but lift it up, stretched out his finger, and poked the finger he was holding.
Ange had no choice but to sacrifice the holy light and bathe it in it.
Ha~ The little ghost let out a sigh of satisfaction and hugged Ange's finger tightly.
Ange suddenly understood why it could drive the body of God. Emotions were the energy he had charged into it. Now it was obviously exhausted, so he couldn't move.
But it is already very powerful. You must know that the body of God is a powerful body that can fight hard with bones. It took so many punches with Ange to explode two arms.
Such a god's body can be driven by a little ghost? If I keep charging it, can it always drive the body of God to open up wasteland and cultivate land?
Trying it back, Ange made up his mind and cut off a small branch of the healing world and went out.
This is a diseased tree cut from the God of Life. It can be seen at a glance. The newly planted branches of the world are not of this age.
"You guys really cured my blight. How did you do it..." the God of Life said slowly.
Ange took out a bag of insect ash.
"Such a strong vitality, maybe you can give it a try and sell these things to me, okay..." Even at this time, the God of Life still had an unhurried tone.
Nigris said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, no problem. You inform the elves below to cancel the flight control, and we will fly directly to you."
"Flying is too slow, come here." The God of Life said, and as he spoke, the lush trees and flowers around him retreated to both sides, revealing a path.
This kind of shrinking frightened the young sapling. It thought the tree was withered, so it hurriedly waved its branches and leaves: hard-long-hard-long-but unfortunately, its power could not compete with the God of life, and the forest was still Separated.
Flying too slowly? Nigris and Anthony looked at each other. Is it possible that there is a teleportation array nearby?
Walking forward along the path in the forest, the trees become more and more lush as we go, covering the space above us. It feels like we are walking into a circular passage made of entangled branches and vines.
After walking, probably for three or four kilometers, the front suddenly became brighter and they came to a vast platform.
This platform is like the branches of a giant tree, surrounded by dense leaves. Sunlight shines through the leaves. The edge of the platform is covered with thick white mist. Looking down from the edge, it seems as if there is no bottom.
"Where is this? We seem to be on a tree, and the floor is made of fresh wood." The undead horse stamped the ground a few times with its hooves.
The voice of the God of Life sounded: "Don't step on me..."
"Uh, is this you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The undead horse apologized quickly and patted his footprints with his hooves.
"This is you? How did we come to you? What happened? We obviously just walked into the forest not long ago, and we are still thousands of kilometers away from you." Nigris was shocked, and Anthony looked back in shock. The passage behind you.
But there is no passage behind him. Inside is a huge tree hole, and you can see the bottom at a glance.
"I built a temporary space channel, come here." Just after saying that, an elf floated over, flew around Ange and others, and then flew in a certain direction.
Nigris and Anthony looked shocked. What shocked them was not that they could teleport thousands of kilometers. Even if the majestic God of Life instantly transferred them to an alien plane, it would not be a surprise.
What shocked them was that the whole process was silent. They didn't feel anything. They just completed a spatial movement, as if they had just walked a few kilometers. This was the most terrifying thing.
Even experts of their level cannot detect the transformation of space. Even if ordinary people walk through that passage, they will only think that they have walked a few kilometers, but they do not know that they are already thousands of miles away.
As I was walking along in shock, suddenly there was a branch hanging down in front of me, and there was a ripe and sweet fruit hanging on the branch.
Lightning subconsciously licked his lips. He had eaten this kind of fruit last time. Although he only ate the pulp and all the seeds were removed, he always remembered the sweetness in his heart.
In fact, when it was a child, it could eat this kind of fruit from time to time, but it didn't think it was anything at that time. Until it broke off its horn and ran away, wandering in the human world for several years. After experiencing all the hardships, it suddenly tasted this sweetness again. The memory of that time Extremely profound.
Want to eat.
As soon as the thought came to mind, a white figure swooped over, hugged the fruit, and pulled it down.
The little angel hugged the fruit and ran back to Ange, holding it up with his hands.
As soon as Ange took it, Lightning quickly came over and said, "Sir, you only want the seeds inside, and give me the rest?"
Ange shook his head: "We won't open it now." After saying that, he stuffed it into the Palace of Rest.
Soon, everyone walked down the spiral staircase formed by a giant branch, and entered a hollow tree hole, just like a hollow with a dead tree in the middle, but it was hundreds of times bigger. , like a huge pit.
We quickly reached the bottom. The texture of the ground told everyone that this was still the main trunk of the World Tree, surrounded by semi-independent hollows filled with all kinds of things.
The voice of the God of Life sounded: "I don't know how to sell your things. Here are the items that have been lost by others or donated by living beings over the past tens of thousands of years. I don't know which ones are valuable. You can choose whatever you want, or all of them. You can take it away, but I don’t know, are the things here enough to exchange for the powder to cure my blight?"
Nigris and Anthony were already dumbfounded, and responded tremblingly: "Enough...enough, what you have here..."
"Angel's Staff, Pope's Scepter, Holy Spirit Badge, Holy Knight Badge, Holy Code..."
"The Stone of the Flame Dragon, the Hammer of the God of War, the Heart of the Iron Demon God..."
"The Secret Codex of the Master of Mysteries, the Codex of the Master of Truth, and the Secret Manual of the Sword Master. If others judge the basics, you will be the judge of others..."
"The unbounded crystal, the core of the space magic weapon, there are five bags here, the astral gems, the positioning stones of the void, you have a bag..."
"Adamantine, mithril, magic copper, magic crystal, thunderwood, as long as I know the magic materials, you have them here..."
After taking inventory of the items around them, Nigris and Anthony were shocked and speechless. They were so irritated that they stepped back, took several deep breaths to calm down, and then said sadly: "They are all treasures, but why?" So much bad! So much bad!"
"Is it bad? Maybe it has been stored for too long. Some things have been stored for tens of thousands of years. If the materials are not good, they have all turned into powder." The God of Life responded slowly.
"Pfft, tens of thousands of years... you, can't you set up a permanent barrier or seal it?" Nigris was so heartbroken that he was speechless.
Whether it was the papal scepter or the Iron Demon's heart, they were all real. From the emblem on the papal scepter, Anthony even recognized that it was the one that had been used by the first pope to Pope V. It had been infiltrated by the holy power. The power is infinite.
But at this moment, it was like a piece of rotten wood, placed there casually, without any power being felt.
The same goes for the Iron Demon God's heart, which is stained with rust. The structural parts inside are all rusty and can't even rotate.
Extraordinary items like this would not be damaged quickly even if they were thrown into a mud puddle, and three to five hundred years would not be able to corrode them.
But the problem is that the papal scepter was lost four thousand years ago.
These have all been calculated. Some items made from biological tissues, such as pearl necklaces, dragon tooth bracelets, dragon scale armors, etc., have long been turned into powder under the erosion of time, and their original appearance can no longer be seen. Shape, like that lump of ash in the corner.
"Oh, those are ashes. I picked up an angel bone 70,000 years ago. I didn't expect it to have turned into ashes."
Seventy thousand years ago... It turns out that holy bones will also turn into ashes. As long as the time is long enough, the weapons made by gods cannot withstand entropy.
All the man-made objects were already broken out of shape, and the God of Life only responded lightly to Negris's heartbreaking question: "This is a part of nature. There is no need to interfere with it. It is of no use to me anyway."
"So, is there anything of value? Can it be exchanged for medicinal powder? If not, I will ask the elves to find what you need." The God of Life said slowly.
Negris glanced at Ange, who nodded and began to transfer the insect ash.
Nigris said quickly: "Whether it's valuable or not is another matter. You need to heal yourself first. Hurry up and don't take your time. If your consciousness dissipates mid-sentence, you'll be in trouble."
"All right……"
Ange transferred more than ten tons of insect ash. Nigris called out with some heartache: "Is this enough? These things are out of print. Use a little and a little less. It is enough to cure you. If you use too much, it will be wasted. ”
Ange moved his jaw and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the voice of the God of Life: "Any more, and these won't be able to spread around my feet.
When I hear this, I think of the huge size of the Tree of Life. The diameter of the trunk alone is measured in kilometers. It would be enough to fill its feet and empty Ange's family fortune.
"Then just sprinkle half of it." Nigris said heartbrokenly.
Ange didn't stop and continued to move out until all the insect ash was removed from his hands. As a result, he only had some quenched insect ash liquid and essence insect ash liquid left on his hand.
But he didn't feel bad. He had already mastered the method of cultivating insects. There were also insect seeds left in the pit of the Palace of Rest. As long as there was a suitable place, the insects could be cultivated and continued to burn ashes.
The insect ash seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand. The bag containing them cracked, and the insect ash inside gathered together and floated away.
The goods were delivered, and Nigris received the reward with peace of mind. However, he felt that the total value of the things here was not as valuable as those of Chonghui, because in his mind, Chonghui was out of print.
Hemeltus was dead, and there was no longer any insect god or exterminator to kill for them. Who would have thought that Ange had already left a seed?
Man-made objects are easily damaged, but those naturally formed objects, such as adamantine, mithril astral gems and the like, are still well preserved. After all, from the day they were formed, they have existed for almost as long as the entire plane.
"I took all the five baskets of boundless crystals, but they won't be used anyway. I took them all, the astral gems, but they couldn't use them anyway. I took them all, the fine gold and mithril, but they won't be used anyway." Nai. Gris was muttering, but Little Claw wasted no time throwing things to Ange.
"Do you want these weapons and equipment? They are all in such bad condition that they have no power at all." Nigris said.
"I want it." Anthony said anxiously: "I know some cultural relic restoration experts. I can take it back and restore it to them, and then sell it as an antique for auction, or invite it back to the church to gain reputation. As a god who recovers the lost sacred objects of the church, Beloved, it makes sense for me to be the pope of the Holy Church.”
"It's reasonable and reasonable." Nigris said with disgust, pretending to throw those holy objects over, which scared Anthony and shoveled them over: "Don't bother the God of Knowledge, I will take care of it myself."
He carefully packed the holy items and stuffed them into his cloak.
After a lot of work, everyone packed away all the valuable things in the Tree of Life. This calmed Nigris' heart a little. If he didn't loot everything, he would feel a loss, mainly because many of the items were broken and useful. The only ones are raw materials.
At this moment, the voice of the Tree of Life slowly sounded, with a hint of exhaustion in the voice:
"I have sprinkled the medicinal powder on the roots, and I immediately feel an endless stream of vitality. It is radiating vitality in my body and curing the blight on the branches. This makes me feel tired. I may need to sleep for a while to digest it. This vitality is gone, I can’t send you away.”
"Okay, okay, you can go to sleep, we will go on our own, and by the way, let's pick a few more fruits of life." Nigris said, it seems that the God of Life will not be finished until it is completely plundered.
But the God of Life has not responded, and I don’t know if he fell asleep. He fell asleep just after saying this. The quality of his sleep is too good, right?
Everyone began to spread out to pick the Fruit of Life. This was a good thing. Not only did it contain the seeds of the World Tree, the fruit itself was also rich in nutrients. Long-term consumption could prolong life. In the human world, no one knows how much it could be sold for.
Picking and picking, suddenly, a leaf fell down.
The leaves have fallen, rustling, a lot of leaves have fallen. Does the so-called deep sleep of the tree of life cause leaves to fall?
Leaves fell all over the sky, and soon the crown of the tree became bare, leaving only the branches, and the vision suddenly became brighter.
Negris said regretfully: "If you lose your leaves, you will lose your leaves, and you will also lose your fruits. You don't have to pick them now, Ange..."
Negris called Ange, but found that Ange turned his head to look outside the canopy. It followed Ange's gaze and saw only the furious Elf Queen Gaillard.
In addition, there are also the high priest Galadel who transformed into a giant eagle, countless two-headed chimera knights, a dozen elven arcana mages, a truth mage, and three elven archers who walk in the air... …
Almost all the powerful elves appeared. They surrounded the tree crown and stared at Ange and others angrily.
Gaillard's eyes were on fire, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "What have you done to the God of Life?"
Such a huge lineup made Nigris' scalp numb, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Didn't... the God of Life tell you what was going to happen?"
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