Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Just when Ange was about to take action, Anthony had already stopped in front of Samus and said, "Leave it to me, sir."

As he spoke, holy light slowly flowed from Anthony's body, but instead of condensing into a religious crown, it transformed into a set of Holy Spirit armor.

Then, Anthony slowly drew out the Demonic Spirit Sword, which Ange had thrown to him when he transformed.

Samus' eyes fell on the demon sword, and his eyes widened: "Fitur? Come back! Hang! Fitul!"

Samus made a few hand gestures and called Fitul's name excitedly, but there was no response from the demon sword.

"What did you do to it? Did you erase its consciousness? It's so abominable." Samus reprimanded angrily again.

Anthony didn't want to take the blame. He shook his sword and said, "Don't you deserve him?"

The demon sword said angrily: "What should I do to him? He is going to die soon anyway."

"Fitul, you, you betrayed me?" Samus was even more panicked. This dead demon actually concluded that he was 'going to die soon'. Could it be that he couldn't even run away?

Samus glanced behind him and found that the terrifying light bubbles and giant trees were attacking the will of the plane, while Ange fell on the hardened magma and studied the clods of soil.

As long as he breaks through the human in front of him, he is still very likely to escape, but the demon sword is in his hand, and his weapon does not have the advantage.

Thinking of this, Samus said loudly: "The demon sword you snatched is not powerful. If you have the ability to put it down, we will decide the outcome one on one."

"Although I know you are trying to provoke the general, I will accept this trick, Lao Du, go on." Anthony waved his hand and threw the demon sword towards Duroken.

The Demonic Spirit Sword was hovering in the air. Samus moved his expression and reached out to strike at the sword. Without restraint, this was Fitul's best chance to escape.

But the Demon Spirit Sword didn't react at all. Just like a flightless sword, it drew a parabola and landed steadily in Duroken's hand.

"You are self-aware." Duroken sneered.

Holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, he took off his high hat with the other hand and put it in front of him. The high hat actually floated in the air.

Duroken first took out an Origin Demonic Egg wrapped in a colorful stream of light from his hat, placed it on the hilt of his sword, and then took out the Midas Touch and moved it upward.

The original devil egg is firmly inlaid at the joint between the hilt and the blade.

"What...what is this? What are you putting on me?" Although it doesn't know this thing, it knows the origin of Dawn, and something wrapped with the power of the crystal wall will definitely not be simple.

While taking something out, Duroken said: "An alchemical weapon that can explode you into powder. If you peel it off your body, it will explode immediately. It will also explode if someone cuts it."

"..."

"In order to avoid being cut by others, I'll make you a scabbard. You're welcome." Duroken smiled and took out a bag of small black crystals.

This is a small piece of black crystal, the scraps left behind when the Demonic Spirit's sword cut the black crystal. They are all irregularly shaped and relatively thin pieces.

Duroken first passed the leather over the Midas touch, and the leather automatically thinned itself and was sewn into a scabbard.

Then first paste the mithril sheet on the sheath, then paste a small black crystal sheet on the mithril sheet as tightly as possible, and then use a golden rod.

The mithril flakes melted immediately, seeped into the gaps between the black crystal flakes, and merged tightly with the leather scabbard. The scabbard protruded to protect the original devil egg. In this way, the sword could not be pulled out. You can't touch the original devil egg.

Duroken said happily: "With the scabbard, you won't hurt anyone casually. When you vibrate, the clamping spring on the tip of the sword will ensure that the scabbard shakes with the tip of the sword and will not be pinched. , even if the leather of the scabbard is torn, there will still be a black crystal layer on the outside, which will quickly wear down your sword blade, and it will soon become dull and cannot hurt anyone, are you happy?"

Fitul's mind stared at Duroken. This was the second person it had ever seen who was so shameless. He controlled himself with an alchemical devil's egg, and then protected the devil's egg with a scabbard that restricted it, and then made it 'useless'. Thank you, and asked if it was happy?

Be happy, you bastard. If possible, Fitul really wanted to chop him into 17 or 18 pieces together with the equally shameless Anthony with a sword. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He could only squeeze out two words through gritted teeth: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Duroken locked the scabbard and hung it on his waist.

On the other side, Anthony had already condensed his papal scepter and waved it in front of him like a two-handed hammer. He said: "In the endless cage, you are chasing me and slashing with stronger power. I am hiding." Because your martial arts are very powerful, it is simply because your strength is not as great as yours. Now that I have the protection of my Lord, I will use the same strength as you to let you see the real martial arts."

Anthony's words confused Samus, but instead reminded Nigris: "You talk too much. If you don't say it, I would have forgotten that you were the Black Warrior Emperor before."

Soon Samus saw the real martial arts. The little ghost was nearby, and the power projection was almost without loss. Anthony suppressed the power to a level similar to that of Samus, or even slightly lower than one level. He raised the scepter and He beat him all over his head.

On the other side, the little ghost and the little sapling also joined forces to beat out the soul of the will of the plane. The little ghost punched the lava giant in the chest, blasting the entire rock body and blasting out a small flame.

The sapling that had grown into a giant tree waved its big hand and slapped it back.

The little ghost slapped it back, and the sapling slapped it back again. After repeating this for several times, the small flame spread out into a ball of flames, fell to the ground with a squeak, and began to flow like kerosene on fire.

Give up resistance? The little ghost turned his head to look at Ange blankly.

"Catch it," Ange said.

The little ghost slipped over, scratched the ground with his palms, picked up the pool of flames, and ran towards Ange at a quick pace.

The giant tree that the sapling turned into dropped a branch, quickly transformed into a sapling, and ran towards Ange at a fast pace.

When he came to Ange, he stretched out his roots and pushed it to the height of his head. Then he took another step and reached Ange's head.

After shaking for a while, the sapling shook off a true leaf, and then said: sleepy - sleepy - and lay on Ange's head to sleep.

Nigris picked up the fallen true leaves and asked worriedly: "Are you okay? The leaves have fallen off. Is it a lot of consumption?"

Ange shook his head, pointed at the giant flaming lava tree, and said, "It'll last."

After eating enough, he not only grew an unprecedented new variety of world tree, but also absorbed the power of the will of the plane.

PS: There is a lot of shit during the Chinese New Year. Congratulations to everyone on getting rich.