Chapter 698: I am the one being planted

Everyone followed Ang and rushed wildly, all looking blank. Only the Life God looked left and right. Its roots were extending into the ground, and it would be a waste to pull them out.

Forget it, the Life God took root, closed its eyes, and grew into a real tree.

That human female slave also looked left and right, not knowing where to go, so she had to find a depression under the tree and nest herself in.

The ups and downs of life are really too exciting. This human female slave has never encountered such exciting things from birth to now.

Her master was only a low-rank demon, not even ranked among demons, but the Earth Demon Lord Jilardo, who could have a name in the entire Demon Abyss, was smashed to death by a little girl. That little girl looked smaller than her, too powerful.

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

Thinking of this, the little slave couldn't sit still anymore, crawled up and knelt down spontaneously, praying earnestly: "Undead Holy Light Lord, thank you for saving me, wish you a long life, good health..."

The little slave had never believed in gods, everything was a sincere wish from the heart.

The Life God, who was originally ready to sleep, couldn't help but open his eyes. This is a curse, right? A hundred years is nothing to be called a long life...

Two mid-rank demons ran over in a panic from not far away, saw the kneeling little slave, and their eyes lit up, shouting excitedly: "There is a human here, there is a small human here."

"Catch, catch her, just hungry."

The two mid-rank demons immediately turned a corner and ran towards the tree with a rumble.

This catastrophe scared everyone. The demon soldiers were wiped out, the Earth Demon Lord was smashed into pieces, and more than half of the street was razed to the ground (dismantled by the Little Zombie). I heard that even the Blood Pool Demon Palace was surrounded.

These low-rank demons suddenly became headless flies, at a loss, not knowing what to do, and didn't think about why a tree grew abruptly here.

Just when the little slave thought she was going to be eaten, two tree vines wore out from the ground, entangled the two demons, and dragged them into the ground. However, before they were dragged into the ground, they were stirred into juice by the tree vines, becoming meat sauce, just right for fertilizing the field.

Ah? Fertilizing the field, no, this is a demon, it will pollute the land.

The tree vines hurriedly stretched out, threw them aside with disgust, and then committed suicide.

The broken tree vines covered the demon's corpse, quickly grew hair, grew mycelium, and grew into one with the corpse.

The little slave looked at the small soil bag of tree vines and corpses in a daze. The mycelium on it grew into mushrooms, mushrooms scattered spores, grew mushrooms again, liquefied, iterated continuously, and grew more than ten generations of mushrooms in just a few dozen seconds, and the corpse pile turned into a black soil bag.

Finally, on this soil bag, a big mushroom with bright colors and charming fragrance, three or four meters tall, emerged.

Although it had bright colors and fragrance, the little slave subconsciously shrank back. She watched this thing grow from the corpse pile of demons.

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

A branch hung in front of her, a bud grew on it, and a Life Fruit was quickly produced.

"For me?" The little slave looked up, hurriedly supported the bottom of the Life Fruit.

The fruit broke off, fell heavily into her hand, pressing her into a stagger, almost falling to the ground.

"So heavy, thank you big tree," the little slave said gratefully. She was afraid of that bright mushroom, but not afraid of the Life God, because she knew very well that it was this big tree that killed the demon and saved her.

The Life God said slowly: "Change a blessing, don't wish him a long life, he is much older than a hundred years."

The little slave blinked, and it took a long time to understand the Life God's meaning: "Oh oh, then what is a good blessing?"

"Just wish him a good harvest of grain, and everything he plants will grow," the Life God said slowly.

"Good, thank you, big tree, and wish you a good harvest of grain, and everything you plant will grow," the little slave said, and took a bite of the Life Fruit, and her eyes widened instantly.

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

Ang, who came near the Blood Pool Demon Palace, raised his hand suspiciously, holding a group of black light.

Negris chased up panting, shouting: "Why are you running for no reason? What elf beans? What is this? Not soul flame?"

Anthony summoned the black horse and rushed over, glanced at the black light, and his whole body shook: "What is this? I feel the will of God on it, is this Holy Light?"

Ang nodded: "Undead Holy Light."

"Pfft—" Negris sprayed an old blood, Undead Holy Light? This sounds so contradictory, like ugly beauty, thin strong man, sweet dog shit. Can undead and Holy Light be mixed?

Anthony hurriedly asked: "Who defined it?"

"That human," Ang pointed in the direction he came from behind.

"That human female slave? She defined a divine art? Undead Holy Light?" Negris asked in shock.

Ang nodded.

"Ku Ba Da, what kind of dog shit luck do you have," Negris muttered jealously.

A human saved casually on the road can define a divine art, and it wasn't saved by Ang himself, just saved by Little Zombie when crushing people.

"Then what is the function of this Undead Holy Light? What is its will?" Negris asked.

Since it is a divine art, it must contain the will of God. But the problem is that those divine arts of Ang, like

Ang said happily: "Grain harvest, everything grows when planted."

Negris almost face-planted into the ground: "Undead Holy Light that makes everything grow? Are you sure everything grows? Not that everything dies?"

Anthony also said with a wry smile: "If everything died, it couldn't be called 'Undead' Holy Light; it would have to be called 'Death-on-Sight' Holy Light."

No matter what it was called, Undead Holy Light that could make grain harvest was too absurd; it could only be studied later. Anthony changed the subject and asked: "My lord, where are the Elf Beans?"

Ang pointed at the Blood Pool Demon Palace on the other side of the Corpse River.

The Blood Pool Demon Palace was slowly operating; one component after another was being activated, path after path and circuit after circuit were being connected, and a powerful energy reaction was accumulating.

Negris frowned and observed for a long while, then said hesitantly: "This... could this be a Starburst Array? You don't think it's a Starburst Array and want to snatch its energy to convert Elf Beans, which is why you shouted 'Elf Beans', do you?"

"Why activate this? Could it be to blast away the Undead Calamity? Is that pointed high tower the array's cannon muzzle? If it is a muzzle, how does it turn the muzzle to face the ground?" Negris said with a puzzled look.

As soon as he finished speaking, the main high tower of the Demon Palace spat out a small ball of light.