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Chapter 743 Do you want to chop down the tree, or do you want to be chopped off?

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    "Hey, here, look here, ah!" Nigris went up and gave Dimari a tail whip: "What are you doing? I asked you a question."

    "Ah? Ah! Oh." Dimali finally came back to his senses, turned his eyes away from the Spark Goddess, and asked with a low eyebrow: "You what are your orders?"

    Negris said angrily: "What's going on with you? Oops, are you deaf? Also, where are the elves?"

    "What's going on inside? That's the situation." Dimali pointed and was about to run away quietly, but was stopped by the little devil, and then trapped by the light of creation, and then jumped up and hammered by the goddess of sparks.  of Bugaca.

    "It's just an ancient god, right? Nothing else? Okay, lead the way to find those elves and take a walk." Nigris urged.

    "Oh" Dimari was helpless as he was kicked deep into the plane. His heart was still shaking. The adult he called to help seemed a bit ridiculously strong. He casually took out three ancient gods.  hunter.

    With these three ancient god hunters by his side, the Chaos Side can almost walk sideways.

    Realizing this, the big stone that had been weighing on Di Mali's heart suddenly disappeared. He was originally worried about whether Ange could rescue them.

    Because even if you push the broken plane, you will still encounter countless dangers during the movement.

    In the past, he spent decades drifting slowly, letting the Broken Plane drift out slowly like fragments everywhere in the void, but the tide suddenly broke out and there was no time to drift slowly.

    Any ancient god would be interested in a boulder moving quickly in the void, and would come over to take a look out of curiosity. Without adequate protection, it would not be able to escape even if it moved across the plane.

    ¡°I didn¡¯t expect Ange to be so capable, he directly brought most of the ancient god hunters over to see who would dare to trouble him.

    Entering the depths of the plane, what everyone sees is a red or blue 'flower'. Of course, it is not a flower, but a kind of filamentous fern. They grow in bunches and spread out to all sides.  , like blossoming flowers.

    Surrounding them is a dense piece of silk moss, forming circles with the 'flower' as the center.

    Ange¡¯s eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked quickly towards one of the circles. A scream sounded from behind the ¡®flower¡¯, and a ragged elf climbed up from behind the flower and ran quickly towards the back.

    Dimali quickly shouted: "Xiaobao, don't be afraid, he is here to save us."

    When Elf Xiaobao heard the familiar voice, she quickly turned her head. After confirming that it was Dimari, she stopped. She looked at Ange and then at Dimari in surprise.

    Dimali floated over and comforted: "Don't be afraid, the adults are here to save us. Everyone, please come out. The adults are here to save us."

    Xiaobao shrank behind Dimali and whispered: "Butbuthe is a bone, a moving bone."

    "Oh, your Excellency is an immortal skeleton, an immortal undead creature. Don't be afraid. Your Excellency is here to save us." Dimali quickly comforted him, and then glanced at Ange quickly, fearing that Ange would be angry.

    But Ange had already squatted beside the flowers and moss, and didn¡¯t pay attention to them at all.

    Ange found something he was interested in. Even ten mourners couldn't pull him away, but no one was ready to let him do anything. Anthony and Negris flew over and looked at the elves coming out of hiding one after another.  He couldn't help but frowned.

    ¡°Did you abuse them?¡± Nigris asked.

    "Huh?" Dimali was a little confused when asked.

    But Anthony said: "Probably not. Although the clothes are a little torn, at least he still has clothes. He doesn't wear leaves like the elves in the forbidden area. There are no scars on the body and he is mentally healthy."

    Comparing the forbidden elves in Anlusi, Nigris reacted: "That's right, where do you get your clothes? What do you usually eat?"

    Dimari quickly said: "I got it from the spider-headed man. I usually eat silk moss."

    Di Mali pointed to the circles of moss on the ground and said quickly, "Good guy, are you almost charged with abuse just because your clothes are a little torn?"

    "They care so much about the elves. Didn't they come to save me, but come to find the elves?"  What are you doing looking for an elf?  Want to enslave them?

    Di Mali¡¯s heart immediately jumped up, shouldn¡¯t it?  If you want to enslave elves, why should you care if they are abused?  But I can't say for sure. There are many special guys among the ancient gods who like to play with healthy individuals.

    "Is there anyone who is sick? Come over and have a look." Anthony asked.

    If you can¡¯t die for the time being if you have food and clothing, then let¡¯s do it first?

    "In addition to the Storm of Faith, is there any other way to give birth to the godhead?" Negris asked.

    "Sacred tree core." Ange scratched his head and said.

    This is another function of the sacred tree core that he has newly researched. The powerful vitality of the tree core can accelerate the maturity of the godhead through its elemental transformation.

    Anthony couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it possible for believers? Shouldn't a large number of devout believers be needed to create a godhead? We happened to have rescued a large number of humans and elves. If those demons are whipped with whips, they will also be very pious. Can we use them?  To give birth to godhood?¡±

    Ange shook his head: "There are impurities."

    Anthony suddenly realized that devout believers must have firm beliefs, and their beliefs are impurities compared to the 'blank' godhead.

    Nigris suddenly became distressed: "Then we can only look for the core of the sacred tree, but where can we find the core of the sacred tree? After so many years, many of them have rotted, right? No one received the reward last time.  Yes, right, Dimali, has anyone come to claim the reward? And even if it is found, it will still be used by small saplings, which is not enough to cultivate godhood."

    Hearing his name, a small sapling sprouted from Ange's shoulders, and with its leaves facing each other, it sent out a message: full - ah - full - ah -

    Nigris nodded: "Okay, okay, I know you are still full without digesting it, but I want to keep it for you."

    Di Mali looked at the sapling, then at Ange, and asked hesitantly: "Is this is this the World Tree?"

    "Oh, yes, this is a sapling." Nigris introduced: "Do you know the Divine Tree of All Realms? It is the grandson of the Divine Tree of All Realms."

    Di Mali finally understood why people like Ange cared about the elves. I bet they really came to save the elves.

    Realizing this, Dimari no longer hesitated and said to Nigris: "Sir, if you want to find the core of the sacred tree, I know exactly where to find it."

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