Holding Ange's hand bones, the bald god's body kept sliding down, sliding and sliding, and fell to the ground.
But the god's body 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?
However, it had obviously reached its limit. When it hugged Ange's finger, it found that it was not glowing, so it couldn't help but lift it up, stretched out its finger, and poked the finger it 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 a god is a powerful body that can fight head-on with strong bones. It took so many punches with Ange to explode two arms.
How can the little ghost drive such a god's body? If I keep charging it, can it always drive the god's body to open up wasteland and cultivate land?
After 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 leisurely. 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 further you go, the more luxuriant the trees become, covering the space above you. It feels like you 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 it with its hooves, patting away its own footprints.
"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 you. Inside is a huge tree hole, and you can see the bottom at a glance.
"I temporarily built a space passage, 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 transferred them to an alien plane in an instant, 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 scariest thing.
Even strong men 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.
I was walking along in shock when 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 taken out, 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
It's very 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 high in 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 made of a giant branch and entered a hollow tree hole, just like a hollow with a dead tree in the middle, only it was hundreds of times bigger.
, like a big 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 for tens of thousands of years. I don't know which ones are valuable. You can pick them out yourself, or take them all.
You can leave, 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, Paladin Badge, Holy Code..."
"The Stone of the Flame Dragon, the Hammer of the God of War, the Heart of the Iron Demon God..."
"The Master of Mysteries' Codex, the Master of Truth's Codex, the Sword Master's Codex, if others are talking about them, you are the one who talks about them..."
"The unbounded crystal is the core of the space magic weapon. There are five bags here. The astral gems and 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, and some of the materials are not good and have turned into powder." The God of Life responded slowly.
"Pfft, tens of thousands of years...you, couldn't you set up a permanent barrier or seal it?" Nigris was so heartbroken that he was speechless.
Whether it was the Pope's scepter or the Iron Demon's heart, they were all real. From the emblem on the Pope's scepter, Anthony even recognized that it was the one that had been used by the first pope to Pope V. It had been soaked with holy power.
The power is infinite.
But at this moment, it is like a piece of rotten wood, placed there casually, with no force felt.
The same goes for the Iron Demon's heart, which is stained with rust. The structural parts inside are all rusted into a pile 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.
Shapes, such as the 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 to Negris's heartbreaking question, the God of Life only responded lightly: "This is a part of nature, there is no need to stop 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.
Negris said quickly: "Whether it's worth it 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 shouted 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.
Already."
Ange moved his jaw and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the voice of the God of Life: "More, 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 cover 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 it out until all the insect ash was removed from his hand. In this way, there was only some extracted insect ash liquid and essence insect ash liquid left on his hand.
However, he doesn't think it will be out of print. He has already mastered the method of cultivating insects. There are also insects as seeds in the pit of the Palace of Rest. As long as there is a suitable place, the insects can be cultivated and burned into 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 Bug Gray, because in his mind, Bug Gray was out of print.
To be continued...