Acceptance of the Heavens Begins with the Devil Fruit Tree

Time passed, and it was half a year in a flash.

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

The New World, the green field collar, followed the arrival of the Sutilt Kingdom mission, which was moving slowly and slowly along the golden channel. The news that the green field collar was about to leave the kingdom’s autonomy and the establishment of the duchy spread like wildfire. For this Some people are looking forward to something, and some are worried about something.

Although the kingdom mission had encountered several accidents along the way, with the personal accompaniment of the Navy Marshal Qing's pheasant, he finally arrived in the New World without any danger.

And when the mission arrived in the New World and officially announced the news, the Green Field, the entire New World, and even the Golden Channel were all boiled. It was at this time that the Green Field began to adjust animal resources and even the army on a large scale. Everyone knew that. This is preparing for the upcoming nation-building.

Lord’s Mansion, Little Garden, picked up a piece of bread that was as white as milk, Sean chewed carefully, a faint smell of malt and sweetness quietly melted between his lips and teeth, followed by a gentle faint The magic power was integrated into his body.

Bronze No. 1 wheat, the raw material for this piece of bread that Sean eats, is an extraordinary plant belonging to the first order.

After half a year, under Subhuti’s meticulous cultivation, many useful seeds were born in the brood. Bronze No. 1 wheat is one of them. It is not the highest rank, nor is it the most effective. But it is the most suitable for large-scale planting. At present, the Greenfield official has begun to cultivate this kind of wheat on a large scale to serve as the basic ration for the army and the official transcendents. The transcendents want to grow quickly, and eating is also a very important aspect. .

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

Putting down the little bun, and looking at Ymir sitting across from him, Sean spoke.

At this moment, Ymir is playing with the little thing in his hand. This little thing has sixteen wings, its head is like a dark phoenix, and the feathers at the top open like a sword fan. It looks like a symbol of the majesty and authority of the king. The dark crown, its tail is like a butterfly, and the antennae are differentiated into black star spots. When it swings gently, you can see the traces of starlight across the sky, and its body is covered with dense purple-black feathers. Look The top is fluffy, very delicate, thin and translucent.

Although this little thing looks very gentle, Sean clearly knows that this is a genuine Tier 6 king-level monster. Its race name is Dead Dream, and its real body size is not small. It originally came from the charm world. Soul creatures, possessing the ability to transform butterflies, can differentiate into millions of elven butterflies, swallow souls for them, and are natural enemies of normal life.

The one in Ymir’s hand was reborn after the racial imprint of the dead dream fell into the Great World of Liberal Arts. After being discovered by Ymir, it was finally captured and became Ymir’s pet. To catch this little guy, Ymir also spent a lot of effort.

"Yes, when I stumbled upon it, I thought it was predestined to me."

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

Hearing this, looking at Ymir’s face, a strange color flashed in Sean’s eyes. No matter how he heard this, he felt that it shouldn’t come from Ymir’s mouth. Perhaps Sieggal said it was more appropriate. After all, he was only It is the one who controls the cause and effect.

"The characteristics of the dead dream fit me very well, and it also involves the soul and death domain. The most important thing is that it can swallow the radiation that I emit."

With words, a faint blue mud-like energy emerged in Ymir's hands, drowning the dream of death.

The energy disappeared, and the dead dream, which was confined in Ymir's palm and reduced in size, danced lightly, leaving a dreamlike star trail in the air.

Seeing such a scene, Xiao En squinted his eyes. Now he actually doesn't care much about a Tier 6 king-level monster, but this characteristic of devouring radiation is extraordinary.

"Is this devouring feature only for you or for all magicians?"

With words, a chaotic energy appeared in Xiao En's hand, and although Dead Dream did not evade this time, it did not swallow it, as if it didn't suit his appetite.

"For now, Dead Dream will only devour the radiant energy that I have dissipated by myself, but it is undeniable that it is not afraid of radiation."

Unfolding his palms, let the dream of death be transformed into countless elven butterflies into his magic robe, Ymir spoke. At this moment, the magic robe on his body is more dreamy, like the surface of the water under a moonlit night, glowing with fragments of fluorescence, and this At the same time, his own breath became more restrained, and no trace of energy leaked.

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

Withdrawing his gaze, Sean whispered.

Upon hearing this, Ymir nodded.

"Your death **** should have taken the sixth-order potion, right?"

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Sean changed the subject.

Upon hearing this, Ymir nodded again. The Death Sequence is the second magical potion sequence of the Green Field leader, from the corpse collector, the gravedigger, the necromancer, the undead, the ferryman, and the pale monarch. , And finally pointed at the death.

And the death **** that represents the human world in his reincarnation eyes is of special nature, and it fits very well with this potion pathway. Even the main ingredients of the first sixth-order potion he takes are extraordinary characteristics separated from him. In other words, the process of his digestion of potions is actually a process of re-adjusting his own extraordinary qualities. Under such circumstances, the speed of digestion is naturally far beyond normal.

Om, the scarlet brilliance revealed, the unknown aura permeated, the eyes of reincarnation manifested in Ymir’s eyes, and the figure of the **** of death appeared, but unlike before, the previous **** of death was a spirit body that resembled a wandering ghost, now It was a skeleton with a black crown on its head.

The cold breath permeated. At the moment when the **** of death appeared, a layer of illusory earth buried in countless dead bones took shape. It seemed that he wanted to transform this into his kingdom~www.readwn.com~DaDaDa, tapping with your fingertips The sound of hitting the table top sounded, and the emergence of the underworld was shattered, and the cold breath was swept away.

"If you can't get rid of the effect of the potion on you as soon as possible, then next time I will let you really sleep in the underworld forever."

Ymir's slightly immature words sounded, but they were mixed with chilling killing intent.

Hearing that, getting rid of the influence of the potion, awakening from the illusory dream of the king, the death **** of the past, the pale monarch has quickly reduced all his power.

"When will the seventh-order Death Potion be completed?"

Looking carefully at the bowing pale monarch, Sean spoke.

"At any time, he can digest the potion successfully, but he needs the assistance of the ritual. Only by holding a death feast can he really digest the death potion."

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

However, although the supernatural being able to use the power of the potion to grow up quickly, it also increases their dependence on foreign objects. The more they want to successfully take the potion, the more external help they need to digest the potion.

The reason why the **** of death cultivated by Ymir can grow up so smoothly all the way to become a pale monarch of the sixth order is mainly because he is an extraordinary creature of the sixth order, and the potions of this sequence are highly compatible with him, but Even so, if he didn't take advantage of the power of the ritual death feast, he would digest the death potion by himself, and the possibility of ascending to the gods in one step would be infinitely close to zero.

"Then be prepared, there should be a chance to hold a death feast soon."

Dim light flashed through the azure blue pupils, and Sean whispered.

Upon hearing this, Ymir's eyes narrowed slightly.