Chapter 688

The passage of time is half a year.

At the edge of the starry sky, the tide of time and space swirled here, a spray rolled up, and a slightly embarrassed figure jumped out of it.

In the new world, with the arrival of the delegation of the kingdom of Sirte moving slowly along the golden channel, the news about the imminent departure of the green field from Kingdom autonomy and the establishment of the principality spread widely. Some people are looking forward to this matter and others are worried about it.

Although the Royal mission encountered several accidents along the way, accompanied by the Navy Marshal Green Pheasant, it finally arrived in the new world safely.

When the mission arrived in the new world and officially announced the news, the green field leader, the whole new world and even the golden waterway were boiling. That is, at this time, the green field leader began to mobilize materials and even troops on a large scale. Everyone knows that this is preparing for the upcoming nation building.

The Lord's house, the small garden, picked up a piece of bread as white as milk. Sean chewed it carefully. A faint smell of malt and sweetness quietly melted between his lips and teeth, and then a gentle weak magic was integrated into his body.

Bronze No. 1 wheat, the raw material of this bun Sean eats, is a first-class extraordinary plant.

After half a year, many useful seeds were born in the mother nest under the careful cultivation of xubodhi. Bronze No. 1 wheat is one of them. It is not the highest ranking or the most effective, but it is the most suitable for large-scale planting. At present, the green collar official has begun to cultivate this kind of wheat on a large scale, It is used as the basic food for the army and the official extraordinary. Eating is also a very important aspect for the extraordinary to grow rapidly.

"Is this the devil pet you caught in the spirit world for half a year?"

Put down the little bread and looked at Emil sitting opposite him. Sean spoke.

At this moment, Emil is playing with the little thing in his hand. The little thing has 16 wings, the head is like a dark Phoenix, and the feather plume at the top is opened like a sword fan. It looks like a dark crown symbolizing the majesty and authority of the king. Its tail is like a butterfly, and black star spots are differentiated at the antenna position. When it swings gently, it can see the traces of starlight across the sky, Its body is covered with fine purple black feathers. It looks fluffy, very delicate and thin.

Although this little thing looks very gentle, Sean clearly knows that it is a real six level King level Warcraft. Its race name is dead dream. Its real size is not small. It originally came from the spoiled world. It is a soul creature. It has the ability to turn into a butterfly. It can differentiate millions of fairy butterflies and devour the soul for it. It is the natural enemy of normal life.

This one in imir's hand was born again after the racial mark of the dead dream fell into the Boya world. After being discovered by imir, he was finally captured and became imir's pet. However, imir also wasted a lot of effort in order to catch this little guy in the chaotic place of the spirit world.

"Yes, I thought it was destined for me when I found it by chance."

The pale little face was cold without any emotional ups and downs, and Emil whispered.

Hearing this, looking at Emil's face, Sean flashed a strange color in his eyes. However, he felt that such words should not come from Emil. Maybe sigger was more appropriate. After all, he was the one in charge of cause and effect.

"The characteristics of the dead dream fit me very well. It also involves the field of soul and death. The most important thing is that it can devour the radiation emitted by me."

In words, a faint blue energy like mud emerged in emir's hands and drowned the dead dream.

The energy disappeared, and the dream of death, bound in the palm of Emir and reduced in size, danced lightly, leaving dreamlike tracks in the air.

Seeing such a scene, Sean narrowed his eyes. He was a sixth order King Warcraft. Now he didn't care much, but this characteristic of swallowing radiation was unusual.

"Is this phagocytosis only for you or for all magicians?"

Words, Sean's hands also emerged a chaotic energy, and this time, although the dead dream did not escape, it did not devour it, as if it was not to his appetite.

"At present, the dead dream will only devour the radiation energy escaped by me, but it is undeniable that it is not afraid of radiation."

Spread out his palm and let the dead dream turn into countless fairy butterflies and integrate into his magic robe. Emil opened his mouth. At this moment, his magic robe was more dreamy, just like the water surface under the moonlight. At the same time, his own breath became more and more introverted, and there was no energy leakage.

"This feature is very special. You can focus on it later. If you can find it, the magician's road may be further improved."

Take back your eyes, Sean whispered.

Hearing the speech, Emil nodded.

"Your God of death should have taken the sixth level potion?"

He took a sip from his teacup and Sean changed the subject.

Hearing the speech, Emil nodded again. The God of death sequence is the second magic potion sequence of LVYE, which goes up layer by layer from the body collector, grave digger, necromancer, undead, ferryman and pale monarch, and finally points directly at the God of death.

The God of death, who represents the human Tao in his reincarnation eyes, has a special essence and is highly consistent with this magic medicine way. Even the main materials of the first six steps of magic medicine he takes are extraordinary characteristics separated from himself. In other words, his process of digesting magic medicine is actually a process of readjusting his own extraordinary characteristics. In this case, the digestion speed is naturally far faster than normal.

Buzzing, scarlet brilliance, ominous smell, reincarnation eyes manifest in emir's eyes, and the figure of the God of death emerges, but different from before, the former God of death is a spirit in the shape of a wandering ghost, and now it is a white skeleton with a dark crown.

The cold air filled the air. At the moment when death appeared, a layer of illusory dark earth buried countless dead bones took shape, as if he wanted to turn this place into his country.

Dada, the sound of fingertips knocking on the desktop sounded, the dark earth was broken, and the cold smell was swept away.

"If you can't eliminate the influence of the Potion on you as soon as possible, next time I will let you really sleep forever in the dark earth."

The voice of Emil's slightly tender words sounded, mixed with a chilling killing intention.

Smell speech, get rid of the influence of magic medicine, wake up from the illusory King's dream, the God of death in the past, and the pale monarch now quickly converged all his strength.

"When can the seventh level death potion be completed?"

Looking carefully at the groveling pale monarch, Sean spoke.

"Anytime, but if he wants to successfully digest the magic medicine, he still needs the assistance of the ceremony. Only by holding a death feast can he really digest the death magic medicine."

Without hesitation, Emil gave the answer. He has been preparing for this matter and has never neglected it.

However, although the magic medicine extraordinary people can grow up rapidly with the help of the power of magic medicine, it also increases their dependence on foreign objects. The more upward they want to successfully take magic medicine, the more they need the help of external forces to digest magic medicine.

The reason why the God of death cultivated by Emil can grow up so smoothly and become a pale monarch of the sixth order is mainly because he is a supernatural creature of the sixth order, and the magic drugs in this sequence are highly consistent with him, but even so, without the power of the ritual death feast, he can digest the magic drugs of the God of death by himself, The possibility of going to God in one step is infinitely close to zero.

"Then get ready. There should be a chance to hold a death feast soon."

The dark light flashed through the blue pupils, and Sean whispered.

Hearing the speech, Emil's eyes narrowed slightly.