Chapter 735 I Am the One Who Was Planted

Chapter 735 I am the one being planted...

Everyone followed Ange in a daze, leaving only the God of Life looking left and right. Its roots were extending underground, and it would be a waste if it was pulled out.

Forget it, the God of Life will be planted, close its eyes and grow into a real tree.

The human slave girl also looked left and right, not knowing where to go, so she had to find a concave 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 is just a low-level demon, not even a rank among demons, but the Earth Evil Lord who is famous in the entire Demon Abyss was actually killed by a little girl. The little girl looks younger than her. It's amazing.

Who are these big shots? Where did they come from? Is it called the Undead Holy Light?

Thinking of this, the little slave girl could no longer sit still. She got up and knelt down spontaneously, praying earnestly: "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. Everything is a sincere wish from the heart.

The God of Life, who was about to go to sleep, couldn't help but open his eyes when he heard this. This is a curse. What kind of long life is a hundred years...

Two mid-level demons ran past in a hurry. When they saw the kneeling little slave girl, their eyes lit up and they shouted excitedly: "There is a human here, there is a little human here."

"Catch her, catch her, I'm hungry."

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

This disaster scared everyone. The demon soldiers were annihilated, the evil lord of the earth was smashed into pieces, and most of the block was razed to the ground (demolished by the little zombies). It is said that even the Blood Pond Demon Palace was surrounded.

These low-level demons suddenly became headless flies, at a loss, and didn't know what to do. They didn't even think about why there was a tree growing here.

Just when the little slave girl thought she was about to be eaten, two vines came out of the ground, wrapped around the two demons, and dragged them into the ground. However, before they were dragged into the ground, they were stirred out of juice by the vines and turned into meat paste, just right for fertilizing the fields.

Ah? Fertilizing the fields, no, these are demons, they will pollute the land.

The vines quickly stretched out, threw them aside in disgust, and then killed themselves.

The broken vines covered the corpse of the demon, quickly grew hair, grew hyphae, and grew into one with the corpse.

The little slave girl stared at the vines and the small mound of earth on the corpse in amazement. The hyphae on it grew into mushrooms, and the mushrooms spread spores, and then grew mushrooms, liquefied, and iterated continuously. In just a few dozen seconds, more than a dozen generations of mushrooms grew, and the pile of corpses turned into a black mound of earth.

Finally, on this mound of earth, a large mushroom with a height of three or four meters, bright colors, and a charming aroma emerged.

Despite the bright colors and aroma, the little slave girl subconsciously retreated back. She was watching this thing grow from the pile of demon corpses.

Maybe the aroma was too tempting, and the little slave girl's stomach couldn't help but gurgle.

A branch hung in front of her, and a bud grew on it, and quickly produced a fruit of life.

"For me?" The little slave girl looked up and quickly held it at the bottom of the fruit of life.

The fruit's citrus fruit broke off and fell heavily into her hand, causing her to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

"It's so heavy, thank you 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 this big tree that killed the demon and saved her.

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

The little slave girl blinked her eyes and understood what the God of Life meant after a while: "Oh, what should I wish?"

"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 he plants will grow." After the little slave girl finished speaking, she bit the fruit of life and her eyes widened instantly.

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

...

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

Nagris caught up with him panting, shouting: "Why are you running? What spirit 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 shocked: "What is this? I feel that there is God's will on it. Is this holy light?"

Anger nodded: "Undead Holy Light."

"Puff——" Nagris spit out a mouthful of old blood. Undead Holy Light? How does this sound like an ugly beauty, a thin and strong man, and sweet dog shit? Can immortality and holy light be mixed together?

Anthony hurriedly asked: "Who defined it?"

"That human." Anger pointed in the direction behind him.

"That human slave girl? She defined a divine spell? Undead Holy Light?" Nagris asked in shock.

Anger nodded.

"Kabada, what kind of shit luck do you have." Nagris muttered jealously.

Any random human being rescued on the road can be defined as a divine spell, and it was not Ang who rescued the person personally, but was just rescued by the little zombie when he ran over the person.

"What is the function of this immortal holy light? What is its will?" asked Nagris.

Since it is a divine art, it must contain the will of God, but the problem is that Ang's divine arts, such as the face cleansing art, the freckle removal art, the rebirth art, etc., are all for beauty and beauty. This can't be a beauty divine art.

Ang said happily: "A good harvest of grain, everything you plant will grow."

Nagris almost fell into the ground: "Immortal holy light that grows everything you plant? Are you sure it grows everything you plant? Not everything you plant will die?"

Anthony also said with a smile: "If everything you plant dies, it can't be called 'immortal' holy light, it should be called 'death by light' holy light."

No matter what it is called, the immortal holy light that can make the grain harvest good is too ridiculous, and it can only be studied later. Anthony changed the subject and asked: "My lord, where are the elf beans?"

Ang pointed to the blood pool magic palace opposite the corpse river.

The Blood Pond Demon Palace was slowly operating, one component after another was excited, one circuit after another was connected, and a powerful energy reaction was accumulating.

Nagris frowned and observed for a while, then said hesitantly: "This... this can't be a starburst array? You don't think it's a starburst array, and you want to steal its energy to convert spirit beans, so you call for spirit beans?"

"Why start this? Don't you want to blow up the undead scourge? Is that pointed tower the muzzle of the array? If it is a muzzle, how can it turn the muzzle towards the ground?" Nagris said with a puzzled look.

As soon as the voice fell, the tall main tower of the Demon Palace spit out a small ball of light.