Time passes, and half a year is coming.

At the edge of the starry sky, the tides of time and space are spinning here, a wave is rolling up, and a slightly embarrassed figure jumps out of it.

The New World, Green Field Leader, as the mission of Sutilt Kingdom moving slowly along the Golden Channel arrived, the news that Green Field Leader was about to leave the kingdom and establish a principality spread like wildfire. Some people were looking forward to this matter, and some were worried about something.

Although the Kingdom Mission encountered several accidents along the way, with the personal accompanying of the Navy Marshal Aokiji, he finally arrived at the New World safely without any danger.

When the mission arrived at the New World and officially announced the news, the Green Field Army, the entire New World, and even the Golden Channel were in full swing. It was at this time that the Green Field Army began to transfer animal resources and even the army on a large scale. Everyone knew that this was preparing for the upcoming founding of the country.

In the lord's mansion, the small garden, he picked up a small bread as white as milk, and Sean chewed it carefully. A faint malt scent and sweet smell quietly melted between his lips and teeth, and then a gentle and faint magic power merged into his body.

The raw material for this small bread Sean ate is a first-order extraordinary plant.

After half a year, with the careful cultivation of Subhuti, many useful seeds were born in the mother nest. Bronze No. 1 wheat is one of them. It is not the highest rank or the most effective, but it is the most suitable for large-scale cultivation. At present, the official Luyetang has begun to cultivate this wheat on a large scale to serve as the basic ration for the army and the official extraordinary. If the extraordinary wants to grow rapidly, eating is also a very important aspect.

"This is the magic pet you took half a year to catch in the spiritual world?"

Putting down the slightly dull little bread, looking at Emire sitting opposite him, Sean spoke.

At this moment, Imil was playing with the little thing in his hand. This little thing had sixteen wings, its head was like a dark phoenix, and its feathers opened like a sword fan, looking like a dark crown symbolizing the majesty and authority of the king. Its tail was like a butterfly, and its tentacles were divided into black star spots. When it swung gently, it could see the traces of the starlight passing through the sky, and its body was covered with the fine and dense purple-black feathers, which looked fluffy, very delicate and thin.

Although this little thing looks very gentle, Sean clearly knows that this is a real sixth-level king-level monster. Its race name is Demeng. Its real body is not small. It originally originated from the world of pet charm. It is a soul-based creature. It has the ability to transform butterfly, and can differentiate millions of elves butterflies to devour its soul. It is a natural enemy of normal life.

The one in Emier's hand was reborn after the race mark of Death Dream fell into the Boya World. After being discovered by Emier, he was eventually captured and became Emier's pet. However, in order to capture this little guy in this chaotic place in the spiritual world, Emier also squandered a lot of effort.

"Yes, when I accidentally discovered it, I thought it was destined to be with me."

The pale little face was cold, without any emotional ups and downs, Imil said softly.

Hearing this, looking at Imil's face, a strange look flashed in Sean's eyes. No matter how you hear such words, you feel that they should not come from Imil's mouth. Perhaps Siggar said it is more appropriate, after all, He is the one who is in charge of cause and effect.

"The characteristics of the Dead Dream are very compatible with me, and they also involve the realms of soul and death. The most important thing is that it can swallow the radiation emitted by me."

As he spoke, a dark blue energy like mud emerged in Imir's hands, drowning his dream of death.

The energy disappeared, and the dream of deceased, which was bound in Imir's palm and narrowed in size, dancing gracefully, leaving dreamy traces of star tracks in the air.

Seeing this scene, Sean narrowed his eyes. A sixth-level king-level monster now doesn't care much, but the characteristics of this devouring radiation are extraordinary.

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

As he spoke, a chaotic energy also appeared in Sean's hand. Although Demeng did not avoid it, he did not swallow it, as if it was not as good as his appetite.

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

Spreading his palms, letting Death Dream turn into countless elves butterflies into his magic robe, Emire spoke. At this moment, the magic robe on His body looked even more dreamy, like the water surface under the moonlit night, with tiny fluorescent light. At the same time, His own breath became more restrained, and there was no trace of energy leaking out.

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

Withdrew his gaze, Sean whispered.

Upon hearing this, Imil nodded.

"Your God of Death should have taken the sixth level potion, right?"

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, and Sean changed the topic.

Upon hearing this, Emier nodded again. The sequence of death was the second magic potion sequence of Green Field, from the corpse collector, gravedigger, the necromancer, the undead, the ferryman, the pale monarch, and finally pointed directly at the God of Death.

The Death God, which represents the human path in His eyes, is of special nature and has a very high degree of compatibility with this magic potion path. Even the main materials of the first sixth level potion he took were extraordinary characteristics separated from himself. In other words, the process of his digestion of magic potion is actually a process of re-adjusting his own extraordinary traits. In this case, the digestion speed is naturally far faster than normal.

Buzz, scarlet light was revealed, and an unknown aura spread. The Reincarnation Eye manifested in Imir's eyes, and the figure of the God of Death appeared. However, unlike before, the God of Death was a spirit body that looked like a wandering ghost, and now it was a white bone skeleton wearing a pitch-black crown.

A cold breath filled the air. At the moment when the god of death appeared, a layer of illusory underworld buried with countless dead bones was formed, as if it wanted to transform this place into his country.

Dad, the sound of fingertips hitting the tabletop sounded, and the darkness that appeared shattered, and the cold breath swept away.

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

Imil's slightly immature words sounded, but the chilling murderous intent was mixed with.

Hearing this, he got rid of the influence of the potion and woke up from the illusory king's dream. The god of death in the past and the pale monarch of the present quickly restrained all his own strength.

"When will the seventh-level death potion be completed?"

Looking at the servile pale monarch carefully, Sean spoke.

"It's OK at any time, but if he wants to successfully digest the potion, he needs the assistance of the ritual. Only by holding a death feast can he truly digest the potion of the god of death."

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

However, although the potion supernatural beings can grow up quickly with the power of the potion, this also increases their dependence on external things. The more they want to successfully take the potion, the more they need the help of external forces to digest the potion.

The reason why the God of Death trained by Imil grew up so smoothly and became a pale monarch of the sixth level is mainly because he is an extraordinary creature of the sixth level, and the potions in this sequence are extremely compatible with him. However, even so, if he does not use the power of the ritual death feast, he digests the potions of the god of Death by himself, and the possibility of reaching the god of the god of Death is infinitely close to zero in one step.

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

A dark light flashed in the blue eyes, and Sean spoke softly.
Chapter completed!