"Come on, come on, take them down and hide them, just leave Bugaka alone." Negris greeted excitedly.
Ridali and Hailan inexplicably took the ancient gods down and hid them according to Negris' instructions, and then asked in confusion: "What do you want to do, sir?"
"Fishing." Nigris said. With the Chaos Undead Army guarding the formation, Nigris became emboldened. He originally fished passively, but now he took the initiative to fish.
The small broken plane was crowded with more than a dozen ancient gods, surrounded by shadows, and it was extremely embarrassing.
Sure enough, when they saw Bugaka dragging the Broken Plane, they thought they were dragging some treasure. Some ancient gods who thought they had the ability to suppress Bugaka, or relied on the large number of ancient gods, bumped over to him, and were then beaten by more than a dozen The ancient gods gathered around.
This Bugaka fishing even had experience. Qi Qing had a nervous and cowering expression on his face. When he felt any movement, he even panicked.
The ancient god who felt that he was powerful would be able to withstand this temptation, rush over impatiently, and then become a prisoner.
In this way, before returning to the Bloody Abyss, they captured a total of twenty-five ancient gods. Because there was no way to restrain them for the time being, they could only let some undead wandering souls inhabit them.
Even the little devil had to sigh: "I have never seen so many guys staying together. I really want to kill them all."
Suddenly all the ancient gods were trembling with fear, especially Ange and the others who were still studying Leihou's headless corpse.
"It seems that it is this chest structure that causes it to emit a roar that shatters all objects. This is not the arcane sound, but the oscillation of dark elements. More detailed research requires Duroken, which is beyond my ability. It's within the scope of my abilities." Anthony raised his head and said with blood on his hands, then rubbed his hands, and a holy light spread from his hands, quickly purifying all the dirt.
"Are you sure it's called Dark Element?" Negris asked.
Ever since Ange used the feathers of the Chaos Holy Spirit to intercept an invisible element in the void, everyone has been full of controversy about this element. The controversy mainly focused on whether it should be called a 'dark element' or a 'dark element'.
It was not until the Light of Creation surrendered that this controversy came to an end, because what the Light of Creation created was 'darkness', which was not the same thing as the invisible energy in the void.
"Let's call it like this first. If anyone wants to overturn it, let him write a paper." Anthony said.
"Okay, that is to say, as long as we figure out the reason why its chest cavity can make the dark elements oscillate, we can create various instruments for the dark elements. It really needs Duroken to do it. He may not be able to do it himself. He has to let Qunxing The academy and Shinken will join in and send the body back then," Nigris said.
Ange put the body away.
Just like this, fishing all the way, the broken plane was dragged to the bloody abyss, and more than twenty ancient gods held it and slowly fell to the bloody abyss.
"Okay, the thing has been dragged back. How do you want to revive it?" Nigris asked impatiently.
Ange pointed to a location in the bloody abyss and said: "Dig it up to reveal the roots, smash it open to reveal the core, and connect them together."
"You mean, dig out the roots and core of the sacred tree and connect them together? That way you can be resurrected?" Nigris was surprised.
Ange shook his head, pulled out the insect ash liquid with his left hand, and used the immortal holy light with his right hand: "Return to life, activate."
"You still need to use insect ash liquid to resurrect it, and then use the immortal holy light to activate it? But you can't resurrect it. The most you can get is a living sacred tree, but you can't resurrect the sacred tree of all worlds." Negris said.
Ange scratched his head and said distressedly: "I saw that when it is alive, let it grow back."
"Hiss—" Nigris and Anthony gasped in unison.
Nigris was shocked: "You mean, you have seen its complete body from the information it sent to you, and letting it grow back to its complete body is equivalent to being resurrected?"
"Just like I resurrected Polk, I think Polk is like this, so he looks like this? Sir, you are not resurrecting, you are preparing to recreate the sacred tree of all worlds." Anthony was stunned. .
Nigris couldn't help but get excited: "Zobada, you can't imagine how to recreate the sacred tree of all worlds, but it is very likely to succeed. Just resurrect it and let it grow on its own. As long as it grows back to its original appearance, who can Dare to say that it is not the Divine Tree of All Realms, we only want its body but not its soul."
The pink skirt not far away couldn't help but mutter: "As long as it's its people, not its heart? This fat dragon is too heartless, don't lead bad people."
"That's true. As long as it grows back to its original size, we say it is the Divine Tree of All Realms. Who dares to say that it is not? And we don't need to do it. It can grow by itself and is very feasible." Anthony couldn't help but feel a little bit. Excited.
Those who have never been to the Chaos Plane do not know how powerful the Divine Tree of All Realms is. This tree that has been dead for half a million years still protects the entire Chaos Plane to this day. Most of the plane creatures rely on the remaining branches of the Divine Tree of All Realms. Survive.
Looking at the two excited guys, Ange was a little confused. He just wanted to plant trees. Why were he so excited?
It was originally a very difficult thing to dig open the earth, but there were more than twenty ancient gods, plus billions of undead creatures, billions of chaotic undead creatures, hundreds of thousands of demons, and millions of humans. Elf, things become very easy, Ange doesn't need to use it at all.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he went to pull up the remaining corpses in the corpse river. The further to the bottom, the higher the level of the corpses. There were more and more golden skeletons, but the more broken the bodies were.
After hundreds of thousands of years of blood sacrifice, the total number of corpses in the corpse river may be as high as tens of billions, but the ones at the bottom are all crushed into pieces. Even if they are metalized, there is no point. The remaining ones can be picked and picked, and there are probably twenty About 100 million, but most of them are corpses.
The resurgence of the undead has continued, and a positive cycle has been formed. The breath of death deposited in the corpse river is continuously converted into soul fire, turning each corpse into an undead creature.
Every time a batch is born, Ange transfers the "thread" to the soulless corpses, pulls them up, and enters the process of resurrecting the undead. New soul fire is born in their bodies, and the death breath in the corpse river is consumed. Until this happens, the resurrection of the undead will not stop.
He kept playing with it until the ground was dug up and the roots were exposed, then Ange came back.
He picked up a strand of roots, scraped off the rotten section, and used the Immortal Holy Light to purify the mold and dirt on it. Then he smeared a little insect ash liquid on the section to let the already inactivated roots Cross section regeneration.
Then the broken plane that was also dug up to expose the core of the tree was put into the big pit. Angela pulled the regenerated roots and tried to connect them to the core of the tree, but she couldn't twitch after a few times, and the roots were tight. Firmly rooted in the earth, it remains solid and strong even though half a million years have passed.
Ange tilted his head, did he want to smash the plane?
The sapling also tilted its head, suddenly stretched out a branch, first wrapped around the roots, and then branched out, extending towards the core of the tree.
Ange dabbed a little bit of insect ash liquid on the place where the branches were about to touch. After the insect ash liquid penetrated, the spot would show a little green.
In this way, the branches of the sapling become an extension of the roots and core of the tree, connecting them together.
Ange quickly took out various fertilizers and dropped them on the root one by one. He repeatedly compared the nutrients it needed, and then came to the conclusion that it could absorb any fertilizer.
With the absorption of nutrients, the entire root gradually came to life, starting from the cross-section contact point and slowly extending to the end.
The same goes for the core of the tree. At the point where the roots are connected, the greenery is slowly spreading around.
"Successful? It's really good. Keep picking up and connect all the roots." Nigris said excitedly.
What follows is a long, repetitive and boring process. When more than fifty saplings are received, the sapling shakes all the leaves on its body.
Ange quickly let it rest and turned to the God of Life for help.
The God of Life said slowly: "Let the seedlings come. Its branches are grafted on the roots and core of the parent plant, and they carry the power of the parent plant."
Carrying the power of the parent plant? Is there such a good thing? Ange immediately decided to let the sapling rest before continuing.
Taking advantage of this leisure, Dimali finally had the opportunity to come over and talk. He knelt down and knelt down simply: "Greetings to the Lord God. Thank you for saving my life and that of the elves. They asked me to dedicate everything to you."
After speaking, he held up a leaf to Ange with both hands.
"Hey, the heart of an elf? Is there really such a thing?" Nigris said in surprise.
Everyone looked at it, and Negris had to explain: "This is something that only exists in theory, because the old tree has always been the god of the elves, so its heart of life is the heart of the elves, but theoretically , as long as the elves lose the object of their faith, their faith may be placed on an object, which can be a leaf or a stone. The totem that brings together the elves’ beliefs is the heart of the elves.”
Anthony asked in confusion: "But why aren't An Lusi and the others there?"
"Yes, Escris is, a stronger god rather than a totem." Nigris said.
Ange understood, picked up the leaves and handed them to the sapling. The sapling swung towards the leaves and refused: Yeah--Yeah---
Then it was handed to the God of Life, but the God of Life also refused. Finally, the Elf Heart fell into the hands of the tree shepherd Trinute.
Nigris couldn't help but pull Anthony aside and asked: "You don't even want the heart of the elf? Why?"
Anthony guessed: "The young sapling may not know how to use the power inside, which is the power of faith. The old tree may not want to take responsibility. These are the elves left by its parent plant, not its. As for the adults, they may be dissatisfied." Please trouble me, belief in Yuan Power is too complicated and not good."
"Well, no one wants to believe in Yuanli these days?" Nigris was envious.
"Haha, isn't this normal? For the real gods, the dedication of mortals is not only a kind of benefit, but also a responsibility. Not everyone can bathe in the glory of an adult." Anthony laughed.
"Ah, your tone really sounds like those who sell indulgences." Nigris sneered.
Anthony rubbed his nose: "The indulgences were also sold."
I originally thought that offering the heart of the elf would make the main god look high on me, but who knew that Ange didn’t want it at all. Dimali suddenly didn’t dare to mention the extravagant request entrusted by the Elf Queen, and instead said: “Sir, the ancient member of the Wandering God Alliance. Gods, I hope to find your protection.”
