Chapter 900

The soul of an undead creature is the most important, so no matter how the body is strengthened, the Undead Soul cannot become a Black Crystal Soul.

"Soul strength is the most important, but in this broken place, there is too little death aura," the Monarch said in distress.

It is indeed too little. It can't compare to the death line in the Starburst Plane, and it can't compare to the Abyss of Rest. The death aura here in the mass grave is considered rich, but the Monarch cleared out the free death aura on the first day.

If it were a world like the Starburst Plane, the Monarch would have gathered all the departed, found a place where the air flow is not smooth, water vapor is thin and dry, and lay down to die, gathering a large amount of corpses, and the speed of death aura production would be faster.

But the creatures in this world are too fierce. The territory established by the Monarch when he first came was actually pushed by a mercenary group. Too shameful.

"Hahaha, you were pushed by a mercenary group? Hahaha, you were pushed by a mercenary group, hahaha, la la la la..." Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si finally caught the opportunity. Its phantom rolled on the ground, laughing holding its belly.

At this moment, it felt deeply regretful. Why isn't Lightning its believer? If it had Lightning's poisonous tongue, it could definitely make the old immortal vomit bone dregs.

The Monarch picked up the yellow mud book and walked out.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si felt something was wrong and asked in a panic: "What are you doing? Where are you going? You old immortal, put me down quickly."

"I'm going to find a pit for fermenting farm fertilizer and add some knowledge to them."

"Don't, farm fertilizer doesn't need knowledge!!"

With Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si here, Ang is much quieter. Many things don't need to be said, it can explain for him, and even the King can be coaxed, so no one disturbs Ang's farming.

Through selection and topping, Ang selected a very short dead man's fruit tree. It almost grows lying on the moss. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to distinguish it from the moss.

"What is he doing? This kind of dead man's fruit tree is so short, and the fruits are so small. Will they taste good? Why not choose those few plants with the largest fruits?" the Monarch asked puzzled.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si responded "obediently": "The crop is short, so it consumes less nutrition and has stronger survival ability. Look at those deserts, tall crops can't grow, only those low grass plants can grow. As for the small fruits, this kind of fruit might not be for eating."

"Not for eating? That means it's for collecting death aura? Can this work?" The Monarch's soul vibrated.

He was distressed that the soul energy here is too little and not easy to collect. If he changed his thinking, if soul energy could be planted, wouldn't his annoyance be solved immediately?

"How would I know? Ang is the professional at planting things. You have to ask him whether it can be planted or not. But it hasn't started planting yet, so no one knows what it can be planted into," Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said.

With Ang's hard work, the dwarfed dead man's fruit trees gradually filled the entire valley.

Laise simply used moss as a substrate, and then watered it with overnight cemetery water, resulting in the malnutrition of the dead man's fruit trees.

After Ang's comparative experiments, it was found that the effect of bone meal mixed with hair strands was the best.

It's a mass grave, so there's nothing more than bones and hair strands.

In the dead of night, the Monarch kicked a few times, and the corpses crawled out of the pit.

Pluck off his own hair, pick up stones and smash his own legs and feet into powder, mix them with hair strands, soil, and moss, cover them with fallen leaves, and pile up soil to ferment.

After finishing all this, only the half-body corpse crawled back into the pit with its hands, reaching out to pull the soil around, burying itself, and then retracting its hand bones, just as if it had never crawled out.

The only imperfection is that the hole where the hand bones retracted is exposed, and it needs the Monarch to step on it to block the hole.

"Why do you have to step on it yourself? Why don't you summon a good one to step on it, block the hole, and then you go and bury the good one," Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said.

"Eh, makes sense. You've become smart, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge," the Monarch said in surprise.

The fermented substrate fertilizer is kneaded into balls, stuffed into corners like tree roots, stone crevices, and dead wood, poked a small hole, and inserted with a sapling.

After a month of Ang's hard work, the corner where the mass grave is located is full of these dwarfed fruit trees. They are like tenacious little trees, stretching out from any crevice that can grow.

The first batch cut down has even borne fruits the size of fingers. The Monarch leaned close and took a suck, and the pure death aura was swept away immediately.

The Monarch compared: "The amount of death aura is not much different from the large fruits in the tomb chamber, but these grow much faster. They bore fruit in a month."

"And if you don't pick them, leaving the fruits on them, they can continue to condense death aura. It's simply too convenient. If the entire cemetery is full of this kind of fruit tree, you won't be afraid of having no soul energy anymore," Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said in shock.

"Right, I'll come to suck it tomorrow to see," the Monarch said.

Early the next morning, the Monarch came under the original few fruit trees and sucked hard.

After careful comparison, the Monarch said: "About half of the first time, and it's very pure, basically doesn't need much digestion."

As he spoke, the Monarch removed the leather armor on his arm, revealing a pitch-black arm bone. On the arm bone plated with a layer of black crystal, some stars were brewing.

"Eh, Chaos-ized? Isn't the black crystal plated on? Can it also be Chaos-ized?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked in surprise.

The Monarch nodded: "Yes, as long as it's Chaos-ized, the black crystal fragments will melt into one, becoming a whole piece. The strength is not weaker than before. Unfortunately, there is not enough black crystal, otherwise, if I plate my whole body, the speed of my strength recovery will be much faster."

"Yes, speaking of which, where do these black crystals come from? Ang has one on his chest," Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked.

"It's dug from constructs of Ang's model. The Light Merchant Alliance should have a lot of this black crystal, otherwise they wouldn't even use planting constructs," the Monarch muttered.

Just then, Ang, who was pruning the dead man's fruit trees, suddenly raised his head and looked fiercely at a corner.

A "big rabbit" darted out of that corner and jumped toward the distance quickly.

"There is a strong consciousness reaction, not a rabbit," the Monarch said in a low voice, kicking the ground and pouncing in the direction the rabbit jumped.

When the Monarch didn't move, he was like an old farmer, squatting beside Ang watching him farm every day. But when he moved, he was simply like a giant cannon. The rabbit had already jumped out for dozens of meters, and the Monarch pounced, smashing toward the rabbit's position like a cannonball.

Landing with a "clatter," the Monarch plowed a ditch on the ground, incidentally shoveling away a few graves. But before that, the rabbit's figure suddenly darted, disappearing like a flash of light.

Ang suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed forward. At the same time, scales surged on his arm, turning into a golden dragon claw, which hard-stuck into the air, pinched something, and pulled it out.

The dragon claw pulled out a big fat rabbit with fur.

"Wow, Dragon God Transformation? Can you transform into a Dragon God?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said pleasantly surprised.

Heavens, this is a great piece of good news. Being able to transform into a Dragon God means Ang already has a certain ability to protect himself.

Ang shook his head: "Hand."

"Is it because of the plating crystal? It seems the black crystal problem needs to be grasped tightly." The Monarch ran back: "What's the matter with this fat rabbit? Even I didn't see clearly that dart just now."

Ang said: "Godhead fragment."

"It is indeed a godhead fragment, and it also attached a consciousness. Looking at its eyes, it should have wisdom. It seems our words were all heard by it. What to do? Kill it?" the Monarch asked.

Ang nodded.

The rabbit suddenly widened its eyes and shouted in horror: "Don't kill me, I know where there is black..."

The words behind couldn't be shouted out, because the Monarch's hand had tightened, almost breaking its neck.

Fortunately, it shouted fast, and the Monarch loosened its neck slightly in time: "Black what? Black crystal? You know where there is black crystal?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I know where there is black crystal." As he said this, he smiled bitterly again: "Why are you so fierce? Aren't you curious about who I am?"