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Chapter 735 No one can save it

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    Want to run away from the little devil?  Unless he also has the strength of the ancient gods, after picking up Crete, the little devil shook Crete hard, shaking Crete to pieces, like a snake with its bones peeled off.

    Of course, this kind of injury is not fatal to Crete. What is more fatal is that the power of the little devil penetrates his body and quickly contaminates his blood. The big and small devils are the ancestors of these demons.

    After restraining Crete, the little devil looked at the half face made of twisted roots, and called Ange: "King, the residual consciousness that the big tree mentioned about shouting for help seems to be here."

    Not long after, Ange and his entourage rushed into the space and looked at the roots in surprise.

    "It's such a big lump. This plane shouldn't have its roots as its core. Is this the main trunk of the Divine Tree of All Realms?" Nigris said in surprise.

    They have collected information about the Divine Tree of All Realms from various channels such as Derosa, Little Devil, and Wandering God Alliance, but they have never found out about its roots.

    This is normal. After all, the Divine Tree of All Realms is so big that it supports the entire Chaos Plane, and its roots can penetrate space and reach anywhere. In addition, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and the roots may have become petrified or  Shrunk.

    But unexpectedly, its roots were suddenly found here. Finding the roots means finding the main trunk. Even if its roots penetrated from 'other' places, it may go through the penetrated space.  Find the location of the trunk.

    Anthony said: "The remnant consciousness that the old tree mentioned that shouted for help should be left here, right? Little Demon King, you said that when you caught him, he was about to rush inside? What was inside?"

    "I'm asking you, what's inside?" The little devil shook Crete, who was like a dead snake.

    Clete kept silent, preparing to show off his fearlessness to death, but the next moment he screamed: "Ah ah ah! I say, I say, there is my godhead, the godhead of the Demon King of Purgatory, it hurts"

    The little devil just pressed the devil's power into Clete's body and made his blood boil. He couldn't stand it for even a second.

    "Godhead? If you don't put the Godhead on yourself, you put it here?" Negris asked in confusion.

    "This that Aren't you afraid of being seen out? Occasionally, you have to meet other demons or ancient gods. Their sensitivity to divine power and godhead is like that of mud-eating beasts seeing rotten mud Oops  It hurts, it hurts" Clete screamed before he could finish his words.

    The little devil was so frustrated that he set Crete's blood on fire, and he was still holding it in his hand. How dare he mock himself as a mud-eating beast?

    Huh?  The horse seemed to have scolded him as a mud-eater before. Could he be thinking about scolding him back?  Got psychological trauma from being scolded?

    "Then there's no need to put it here, right? Look at those roots, they are all rotten, moldy and hairy. Are you afraid that your godhead will also become moldy and become a god of mold?" Nigris said with disgust.

    "Well, this is the only place where the godhead can be stored." Clete said.

    Yes, not everyone is like Ange, who has a book of brass that can seal the godhead.

    At this moment, something was moving on the stone wall on the left, struggling to squeeze through the stone, and sending out the message: Hey yo - Hey yo - squeeze hard - squeeze hard .

    Not long after, a bunch of roots squeezed through the stone wall and penetrated into this space. A thought spread out: Foundherelooking for AngeHey, why are you here too?

    The roots grew rapidly, and a tree shepherd emerged, twisting and walking over.

    Nigris said: "We have found the road. You won't squeeze it down, right? Isn't there some crack in the ground or something like that?"

    The old tree said slowly: "Maybe there is one. I'm too lazy to look for it, and I'm not too slow to squeeze in."

    "Nigris is speechless. These guys are powerful and arrogant. They squeezed themselves from the ground to the depths of the plane. How dare they say that they are not slow?"

    The old tree walked under the big face of roots, extended its legs to push it into the air, stretched its arms and inserted them into the roots. A large amount of information began to be transmitted between the old tree and the big face of roots.

    Not long after, the old tree retracted his arm, holding a godhead in his hand: "There is a sundry stuffed inside, I don't know whose it belongs to."

    Debris?  !  This is a godhead, and you actually call it a sundry?

    What made Clete upset was that the old tree really regarded it as debris and threw it to Ange.

    Ange took one look and said, "So weak." Then he threw it into the Book of Brass, and then everyone's attention returned to Roots' big face.

    Judging from everyone's attitude, this godhead can really only be regarded as sundry, and is not as valuable as the blank godhead.

      ¡°This is the accessory root of the parent plant. I don¡¯t know where it extends from. I stretched it to the end and looked. It was cut neatly. It was caused by space shearing. It was also inactive and was being corroded. In a few days,  It will be corroded completely within ten thousand years." The old tree said slowly.

    "" Everyone has already understood the concept of time of the Tree of Life. Unexpectedly, the Divine Tree of All Realms is even longer, and it can easily last tens of thousands of years.

    Quickly skipping this question, Anthony asked: "Is there any other information? Why is Lao Laoshu calling for help?"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?? What a weird name, but what should the parent tree of the old tree be called?  The father of the old tree?  Well, it's even weirder, forget it, just call it that.

    The old tree didn't care what it was called, and said slowly: "It seems to be saying: The void is about to collapse, help."

    "???" A row of big question marks popped up in everyone's mind, and the little devil's pink skirt was no exception: "The void is about to collapse? What do you mean?"

    The old tree said slowly: "That's what it means. It's going to collapse. Probably the space structure no longer exists. Everything will be torn into pieces, and all matter will turn into nothingness."

    The little devil and the pink skirt, who had no feelings for Laoshu's leisurely temperament, were now anxious and wanted to grab Laoshu's neck to make him explain clearly.

    Negris asked even more anxiously: "Then what? What happened next? Who saved it? Oh, you said, I was so worried."

    The old tree said slowly: "No one is saving it. I was about to say this, but you are too anxious"

    Nigris was so angry: "No one saved it, so why didn't the void collapse?"

    The old tree said slowly: "It saw that no one could save it, so it burned its life, temporarily preventing the collapse of the void, and then withered"

    Everyone froze there, then looked at the roots, in awe.

    "Let me tell you, how could the Divine Tree of All Realms, which takes hundreds of thousands of years to corrode, die so easily? It turned out to be burning life, but why did the void collapse?" Negris asked.

    Anthony couldn¡¯t help but interjected: ¡°No, no, let¡¯s talk about why it¡¯s ¡®temporary¡¯ first. Didn¡¯t Lao Laoshu solve the problem of void collapse?¡±

    I don¡¯t ask the most critical question. By the time the old tree finishes speaking slowly, it will be dark.

    "It can't solve it, so it calls for help. It can only suppress it temporarily and wait for it to be solved later. It believes in the wisdom of future generations I want to think about how to solve it." The old tree no longer said that this was a part of nature, and became rarely distressed.

    Ange took advantage of this leisure to walk into the air, used the death scythe and slashed hard on a section of roots. He failed to cut it off, and instead became entangled in the roots.

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