Chapter 618 Who Is Thulus? I Am Not

Everyone could hear DeRosa taking a deep breath. Duroken and the others looked at each other and whispered, "It's a creature with the instinct to breathe."

Breathing is a very instinctive action. Anthony is an undead reincarnated by a human being. Later, he was reincarnated as an undead creature, and then reincarnated as a human being. He has been reincarnated dozens of times, and has always maintained this instinct. Usually, he does not do it deliberately, but his emotions are out of control. Sometimes I can't help but do it.

The same goes for Negris, and most of the undead creatures reincarnated by humans are no exception.

But Ange can't. He is a native undead creature, and he doesn't have the instinct to breathe. No matter how shocked he is, he just tilts his head at most, and the little zombie is the same.

But the little angel is different. Although she doesn't need to breathe, she will inhale when she is angry, and she will puff herself up. She is very cute, and others can tell that she is angry.

DeRosa was inhaling involuntarily, which meant that this instinct existed in his most primitive memory. In this way, he could be removed from the original undead creatures, void creatures, and creatures without lungs.

DeRosa was indeed gasping, because he was so tempted. If Ange took out anything else, DeRosa would not be so excited. Even if the energy lost just now doubled, he would not be excited. Because he can save energy.

But what is the purpose of accumulating so much energy and sending it in a very consuming way like leap of faith?

A fulcrum, a fulcrum that can be anchored in this world, and Godhead is a fulcrum.

Why does he have this thing? How did he know I wanted this thing?

Everyone could see DeRosa's struggle, but before he could do anything, the energy cluster suddenly collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

"Huh? Run away? What's the situation?" Everyone was stunned.

The moment Ange took out his godhead, he clearly felt that DeRosa's mood fluctuated violently, as if he wanted it very much, and then ran away... ran away? This change is really inexplicable.

While everyone was looking at each other, An Ge vaguely heard a voice: "Do you long for power? Do you long for wealth? What do you desire most? Come to me, and I can satisfy all your desires. "

This voice is actually full of temptation and has a demagogic power, but it doesn't work for An Ge, so it sounds like a sleazy actor reciting his lines, without any demagogic power.

Ange curiously stretched his thoughts over, and the voice immediately encouraged: "Yes, yes, that's it, come on, come to me, show your desires, here, all your desires can be satisfied— -Huh!?"

At the end of the voice, he was suddenly taken aback, as if he had seen an incredible scene.

A scene unfolded slowly in front of Ange. A rushing river was rolling down into the distance. The land was a descending terrain, the highest being a mountain range, and it was full of trees. The big river originates from the World Tree and flows down.

The world tree is surrounded by god trees, and the god tree is entwined with elf bean vines, and some silkworm babies are chrysalis on the world tree, the god tree, and elf bean vines.

Further down are jujube trees, breadfruit trees and other woody plants that Ange has seen, as well as herbaceous plants such as bamboo, and there are also low-temperature plants such as divine flowers and ice grass on the mountains.

There are soul moss, holy mushrooms, grave grass on the rocks, and one or two kinds of crops are neatly planted in the lower terrace area, including tall tree rice, low swamp rice, salty water magic rice, and enhanced magic rice. rice.

Different levels have different temperatures, and the crops that are most suitable for this temperature are planted.

The big river rushes to the middle and flows into a large lake. On the surface of the lake are a large number of planting slabs, covered with soilless rice.

Clumps of seaweed flowers are blooming on the surface of the lake, and the snow is white, just like the earth after heavy snow.

De Rosa was completely confused by all this, what happened? I was obviously bewitching people, pulling the other party's consciousness into his consciousness space, manifesting the desire deep in the other party's soul, and thus tempting the other party to betray, why did I come to the field in a blink of an eye?

So neat, so layered, so professional...

"I... this... this..." DeRosa felt incoherent for the first time. In the past, he manifested other people's desires, all of which were luxurious palaces, treasure houses full of treasures, and beds full of naked bodies. How is it possible to present a farmland with a variety of food and other scenes? Does anyone still have a desire to farm?

His eyes fell on Ange, but he found that Ange was holding a scythe, staring at him angrily: "Tulus! Burn my field!" Then he rushed over.

"What? Burn your fields? What Tulusi, who is Tulusi? I am not Tulusi." De Rosa, who had turned into a demon, was confused and quickly waved his hands to deny it.

However, he didn't care much about the scythe coming at him, and he didn't even plan to hide, because this is the space of consciousness, and the attack would not cause harm. He just cared about how he turned into Tulusi for no reason. Who was Tulusi?

However, when the tip of the sickle was about to touch him, a strong sense of danger surged in De Rosa's heart, which made his eyes widen and he fell back like an electric shock.

The reaction speed is undoubtedly very fast, but the sickle that was supposed to pass through the tip of his nose stretched out inexplicably and hooked on his body accurately.

De Rosa's eyes flickered, a huge force hooked him to a certain depth, and a strong sense of crisis told him: break free, break free, or you will die!

DeRosa fought hard, and felt a tearing pain in his mind, but the strong sense of crisis still made him endure the pain and struggle hard.

With a flash in front of his eyes, the scene quickly moved forward, De Rosa's thoughts quickly shrank to the main body, and only a sickle and a pair of angry eyes remained in focus.

In an unknown world, DeRosa, who was sitting on a chair, suddenly leaned back, turned over from the back of the chair, and fell to the ground with a slap.

After being dizzy for a while, De Rosa got up from the ground, covered his left face, grinning his teeth as if his big teeth were hurting.

Although there was no injury on his face, his consciousness was there. Anger's scythe hit his mind, and the death sickle actually hurt his mind, making his whole face hurt.

"Hiss—what the hell attack can actually hurt the mind? This is the first time someone has been hurt in the consciousness space. What kind of attack is this?" Suddenly thinking of something, DeRosa gasped again. : "Hiss—scythe? Undead Lord?"

Quietly left the hiding place, sneaked to the edge, quietly looked out, in the distant mist, a huge black shadow walked slowly, watering from time to time, weeding from time to time, sowing seeds from time to time, the shadow in the hand Also carries a huge scythe.

As if sensing something, the black shadow turned his head to look, and there seemed to be two green lights flickering at the position of the eyes.

DeRosa's soul was about to freeze, he slowly closed his eyes, slowly retracted his head, and slowly crawled away.

"Chambada, that guy shouldn't be the subordinate of the undead master? Isn't the guardian of the boundary the old bone of death? Who is he?"