Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Negris' eyes widened in an instant, and he couldn't wait to take the fragment, held it in his hand and observed it repeatedly, and then said in shock: "This is, this is Chaos Black Crystal! This is Chaos Black Crystal!"

Anger tilted his head, and Luthor stretched his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "What chaotic black crystal? What is it for? Gemstone? I have my dragon pattern steel core, mithril filigree magic pattern, covered with earth, forged gemstones, gain puncture enchantment Are the gems on the two-handed sword precious?"

As Luther spoke, he drew out his two-handed sword and displayed it.

Negris had a black line on his forehead: "You don't need to say the full name every time, everyone will know when you say two-handed sword."

"No." Luther refused: "Then you won't realize its power."

Negris took a deep breath and said: "Okay, then this is the eight hundred abyss, endless death land, and trillions of dead souls, who will live forever, live forever, punch the gods of light and step on the lords of all walks of life. A fragment of the undead king."

Luther was dumbfounded: "A fragment from the undead king?"

"Yes, have you felt its power?"

Luther scrunched his neck and nodded like a quail.

Fragment of the Undead King? Why does the evil god have the fragment of the king? The king is dead?

"Ask it what it is, and see if it knows." Negris said to Ange.

Engrave the question on the elf bean and throw a stone at the opposite side: "It's delicious."

"This evil god must be a foodie. Everything is delicious. Ask it why it doesn't eat this."

"I can't bite."

There were four more spirit beans, and the little paw brought a bean, but this time it was not an upgrade bean, but a different kind of bean.

"This evil god has a really good memory. Remember that we don't want to upgrade the bean, so ask him what kind of bean it is?" Negris said.

Ange stretched out his hand to grab it, but when he took it out, his hand was empty, and he spread it out for Negris to see.

"The spirit beans are gone?" Negris instantly understood what it meant.

Angus nodded.

"No, you left more than a hundred of them before, and you must have replanted them." Looking at the elf bean plants on the Gods Square, Negris said: "If you don't have them, you don't have them. The upgrade bean is enough, why don't you give it a god shard and see if it still has black crystal shards."

An Ge Ruyan put a god fragment, but Little Claw only grabbed three handfuls of new beans and threw them over, and there was no black crystal fragment.

"Could it be that there is only one black crystal shard, it can't be bitten, and it is thrown to us because it is useless?" Negris guessed.

I also exchanged a few pieces of god spirit fragments for a few new beans, about forty in total, and put another god fragment on it. The little claw of the evil god stretched out and suddenly got stuck.

In the original gap, the small claws could be stretched out together with the arms, but for some reason, the gap narrowed, and the small claws couldn't even stretch out a fist. Only two claws were squeezed out, short and fat, like a A pair of small scissors.

The little claws couldn't be stretched out, so they had to retract, and the crack disappeared.

It was useless to put something on the supporting hand of the statue of the evil god, and the little claw never appeared again.

"Could it be that this kind of rift has an energy limit? It won't open if it's exhausted?" Negris guessed.

The evil god's claws couldn't reach it, and they couldn't verify it for a while, so they could only put it aside first, and everyone focused on the black crystal fragment.

"Are you sure it's really the King's Fragment?" Luthor asked in a low voice. As for why he had to 'quietly', he didn't know, he just lowered his voice subconsciously.

"How do I know?" Negris also lowered his voice subconsciously: "I have never seen a broken undead king, but the color and texture look similar."

"Is there a way to verify it? Hit it with a hammer?" Luthor suggested.

"Crazy? What if it breaks? Without the infusion of the king's soul energy, even if it is a real chaotic black crystal, it may not be able to hold the hammer." Negris said.

"Then what should we do? You can't just say yes, and you can't say no. This question must be clarified. Is the king dead or not?" Luther said seriously.

Negris sneered: "Even if this is a chaotic black crystal, the king doesn't have to die, does he die if his body is broken? You underestimate the king who can't die."

"Yes, yes, but we have to find a way to verify it..." Just as he said this, An Ge suddenly reached out and took the black crystal fragments.

I saw him holding it in the palm, and the palm of the hand ignited the soul flame, covering and burning the black crystal fragments. After a while, An Ge suddenly turned backwards, the whole person turned somersaults, and landed smoothly.

What kind of somersaults are you doing? Negris and Luther were stunned, and murmured, "What are you doing?"

"It can't be changed." Ange said, and then stuck the bone black crystal fragments into the gap between the palms of the hand that pierced the world.

Negris was refreshed, it understood what Ange was doing, he was trying to use his ultimate transformation to become the existence that Sombra belonged to, but it couldn't change.

what does that mean? Ange can transform into a strong bone and a dragon god, but can't transform into a black crystal. Doesn't this mean...

"Maybe there is no affinity. You should put it on your body to get close to it first, and then try again after getting familiar with it. In this world, you are the only one who can verify whether it is a fragment of the king's body." Negris said excitedly .

Ange nodded, stretched out his hand to gather up the new beans, and stuffed them into the Palace of Rest.

But as soon as the world-piercing hand entered the Palace of Rest, some strange changes occurred immediately, which left him stunned.

Negris noticed his abnormality and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"

"It's melting, melting into my hands, still, still, still..." Ange got stuck, not knowing how to describe it.

Negris was so anxious that he simply retreated to the main body and flew over to have a look.

When it flew to the solitary hand bone, it immediately saw black crystal fragments slowly melting into the hand bone.

Negris also noticed a trace of abnormality, and turned to look in the direction of the Resting Palace, only to see another palace in the group of palaces ignited with flames.

Well, there is no need to doubt anymore, even if this black crystal shard is not the shard of the king, it must be a product of the undead empire.

It resonated with both the Palace of Rest and the Hand that Piercing the World. Not only did it merge into Anger's Hand that pierced the World, but it also activated the third palace, a building that looked like a crown.

The Resting Palace has a main building, four auxiliary buildings, and five buildings. The main hall is the Immortal Temple, and Ange's immortality is stored at the top of the main hall.

Next came the Brass Book Tower, which sealed Negris, and then the Palace of Bonelock, where the bones of Bonelock were found.

Except for the Brass Book Tower and the Palace of Bones, no one can enter, including the main hall.

Everyone knows that today's Resting Palace is incomplete, and many things are needed to restore it to its original appearance, such as the liquid of death's breath, which balances the breath of death in the Resting Palace.

Another example is the cemetery. No one knows why it is missing, nor how to make up for it. You know, there are countless undead creatures sleeping in the cemetery.

Finally, the third palace was also opened, so that only the last auxiliary palace and the main palace remained.

To explore a new place, Ange first dragged the little angel, the little zombie and Luther in, and then walked towards the crown-like palace together.

While walking, Negris asked, "Do you know who this crown belongs to?"

Angus shook his head.

"Eligible to build your own palace in the Palace of Rest, of course it is an extremely tyrannical guy, such as Bone Locke, such as the God of Knowledge." When talking about himself, Negris deliberately emphasized his tone.

It's a pity that the three of Angus didn't respond, but Luthor cheered and said, "Wow, the God of Knowledge is so powerful."

Negris continued triumphantly: "There are also the Lich King and the Undead Saint. This crown belongs to the Lich King Duroken."

Angus nodded.

"Duroken, the Lich King, is also a powerful guy, but unfortunately he is not as strong as Jian Gu, so he is not well-known, and because he is not well-known, I don't know him very well."

Luther strained his ears for a long time, but when he heard this kind of words, he couldn't help but be contemptuous: "It's fine to just say that I don't understand, but I have to say that he is not famous."

Angus nodded.

In this way, a group of people walked into the Lich King's Palace.

Compared with the crudeness of the Locke Palace, the Duroken Palace has a look of a palace. As soon as you enter the door, you will see the gate of the dark wind. The door is carved with precious metals and has exquisite patterns.

It's just that all the carvings are mourning faces and distorted souls. The vividness and fineness make people feel that the things above will come alive at any time.

Entering the palace, there are reliefs, gold and silver, statues, ornaments, carved beams and painted buildings, all exquisite and luxurious, but none of them are moving.

Coming to the main hall, it looks like the lobby of an opera house. There is a row of air ducts on the front, which should be amplifiers for some kind of musical instrument.

There is a soul piano on the left, and a row of steps on the right. If there is harmony, it is estimated that they stood on this row of steps to cooperate.

Seeing this, Negris suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I remembered, Piero...Anthony seems to have told me that Duroken is a soul conductor who likes playing music the most."

"Music? The kind of hymns? Or the kind that tauren usually hum?" Luthor asked. His understanding of music is probably those hymns of the Church of Illuminati. — Portia' or something.

Or the kind that the tauren hum when they dance. Luthor likes their dance more than what they hum. It seems to be called a tap dance. Can't help but want to join it.

It's a pity that ordinary people have to wear special shoes to step on the beat like a cow's hoof.

The brass dragon spreads its hands, it's okay if you ask it about common sense, but if you ask it about music, wouldn't that embarrass it.

The god of knowledge doesn't understand it, and others don't understand it. They don't even know what the equipment in the hall is for.

The only thing I can understand is that there is a tall hat and a baton on the main stage table, and the little zombie ran over slowly and took them in his hands.

"This is the conductor's top hat and baton." Negris said, and just after he finished speaking, he saw the little zombie put the hat on his head.

It's just a hat, so I just put it on, and Negris didn't care. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ange rushing over quickly, slashing the little zombie's neck with a knife, and chopping off its head.

"Ange, you are crazy..." Negris thought that Ange was crazy, and opened his mouth to curse, but saw the head of the little zombie on the ground, which was covered with a black liquid-like thing, and was constantly Wriggling, it quickly devoured all the flesh from its head, and then turned back into a hat, which was buckled on the bare skull.

Luther took a deep breath, then touched his forehead and face in fear, holding Bada, in fact, he also saw the hat, if the little zombie didn't get it first, he would take it with his hand, and then put it on his head Come on, then the hat will eat his head.

The little zombie with its head off stretched out its hands, staggered around like a drunk, turned around a few times, and bumped into the little angel.

If it was normal, the little angel would have punched it on the cheek, but this time it didn't hit anyone, and instead held its hand and let out a cry.

The little zombie immediately obediently stayed still and stood where he was.

Anger used the pollination technique to blow the hat away, then picked up the little zombie's head, found a suitable joint to replace it, and reattached it to its neck.

Then use the face cleansing technique, starting from the neck, to activate the growth of its flesh, and grow back the flesh of the face, but the hair will not grow back for a while.

The newly grown flesh was a little tender, Luther couldn't help poking it, and said enviously: "It's much tenderer, it's better than making a mask."

boom! The little zombie punched him on the cheek.

While others were playing around, An Ge curiously picked up the hat.

As soon as the hat touched his hand bones, it immediately melted into a puddle, wriggling like jelly, and climbing up Ange's hand bones.

The soul flame rose from Ange's elbow. He originally wanted to block the jelly from creeping upwards, but who knew that jelly immediately jumped on the soul flame and stopped climbing up, so he desperately absorbed the soul flame.

"It's absorbing soul flames. It feeds on soul energy? What is this?" Negris said in surprise.

"I don't even know you?" Luther was surprised: "Isn't it a spirit eater who feeds on souls?"

"Why does the spirit eater look like this... No, you guessed it right, although it is not a spirit eater, it is something modified based on the spirit eater." Negris said.

"Haha, right, I'm right." Luthor proudly put his hands on his hips.

Negris murmured suspiciously: "Who is so insidious to transform the spirit eater into a hat and put it here?"

"Could it be the Lich King Duroken you mentioned?" Luther said.

While they were guessing, Ange had already sent a large amount of soul energy. At first, the hat threw itself on his arm to suck it, and then Ange poured it directly on him.

As for soul energy, Angedor's is that he hasn't used the quick death aura recently, and has accumulated a lot of it to see how much it can absorb.

A large amount of soul energy poured in, making the ghost eater like a puddle of liquid shrink, shrink, shrink, and quickly shrink back to its original hat shape.

Ange still didn't stop, and the soul energy continued to pour in, filling the spirit eater with flames.

Soon, the hat made an 'uh' sound, like a full belch, and at the same time sent a painful message: I can't eat anymore...

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