The god of death, just to reap his life,
Taking the souls of others, in short, is the spokesperson of death.
Is it going to kill the uncle.
Anyway, just take a look in the past and you'll know.
The battlefield is being cleaned over there, and the loss and death toll of this battle must be counted.
When a group of smoke-like, dark Nether clan appeared, the alarm sounded again.
Just experienced a battle, and they are still exhausted, and there is another wave.
Xiangfeng Nan was about to have a hot temper, but now it's coming again, and he has to be patient and ask these people what's the matter.
The Nether Clan is the kind that others will answer when they ask
They just stood there and didn't say what they were going to do. Xiangfengnan didn't bother to care about them, but let people stare at them, and privately began to dispatch troops.
He had seen the power of the Nether Clan, physical attacks were useless, and they had great restraint on the soul.
Xiangfengnan reported the incident soon, and the void race started fighting, and it had nothing to do with them.
Not long after the uncle lay down here, he was woken up again. He opened his eyes in anguish and stared at Sang Liang in a low tone: "I didn't say it, don't ask me if you have something. No more."
"The Nether Clan is staying outside. You said I should inform you about this."
The uncle sat up with one leg bent and one arm on his knee. He curled his eyebrows, "Nether Clan, what are they doing here? Is it an appointment today?"
My uncle is in a very unbeautiful mood, which is really annoying.
He lay down again, "Come to me when the fight starts."
Sang Liang pushed his uncle, "It's estimated that the legion's methods are of no use to the Nether Clan."
The uncle just waved his hand, too lazy to speak.
Sang Liang randomly pulled a thin blanket over his uncle's body, and turned around out of the cave.
When the Nether Clan appeared here, they didn't move anymore, didn't take the initiative to attack, as if they were waiting for something.
However, Xiangfeng Nan did not relax his vigilance, the ghost knew why they were here and what their purpose was.
Ning Shu and the others were also waiting. The Nether Clan was not eager to kill people, obviously they weren't here to fight.
Then there is a new race born here, and I don't know what new race was born, let the Nether race all wait here.
Seeing that there was no danger, Ning Shu also relaxed a lot, and slowly moved a little toward the Nether Clan.
The Nether Clan didn't care about Ning Shu's actions, didn't pay attention, and stood motionless.
Ning Shu found a place to sit down and watched what happened next with his chin.
"Sit down, too, standing weirdly tired." Ning Shu patted the side position.
Fatian sat down, knocked his head on Ning Shu's shoulder, and fell asleep after a while, making a faint snoring sound.
Ning Shu looked back at Fatian. Fatian was already a handsome young man. From her perspective, he could see Fatian's very long eyelashes, delicate nose, thin lips, and cherry blossoms.
Looking at it this way, Fa Tian looked pretty, especially seductive, Ning Shu adjusted his shoulders to make Fa Tian sleep more comfortably.
After a long time, Ning Shu yawned.
What will happen
The rustling sound became more and more obvious, from not obvious to louder and louder.
Ning Shu immediately became energetic and woke up Fatian, "Wake up, wake up, something happened."
Fa Tian rubbed his eyes, "What happened?"
Ning Shu: "It looks like an earthquake."
The trembling movement under her feet got bigger and bigger, and finally she understood more and more. Jinji accidentally dropped the fruit, and the fruit rolled on the ground.
Jinji chased the fruit, but there was a crack on the ground, and the fruit fell into the gap.
The gap got bigger and bigger, and a green grass leaf came out.
Then the vines grew bigger and bigger, and grew extremely fast.
The vines were still growing, and the sudden situation surprised everyone.
The uncle also came after being notified.
Uncle Tai looked at the growing vines and uttered, "It's interesting, a new race is born next to this sea of laws that is about to dry up."
The birth of a new race will compete for energy and vitality around it. This situation is even worse for Law Sea.
The uncle's face is ugly, sometimes, the hero is like this.
The vine grew to the thickness of a person's waist, and then stopped growing, and everyone listened to the vine.
Obviously, the target of the Nether race is the race born of the vines.
Ning Shu said, it seems that the name of the guardian cub of the Nether clan is a real hammer.
Probably the place of birth was rather special, and the Nether Clan came here.
A big flower bloomed on the vine, which was as big as a big pumpkin, white, and exuding a scent of fragrance.
Ning Shu took a deep breath, with a sweet smell, Ning Shu suddenly drooled, "I want to eat nectar a bit."
Jin Ji nodded frantically, agreeing with Ning Shu's words.
Many of these natural beings are born out of plants and trees.
Use this medium to transmit power to creatures.
The flowers slowly withered, and finally another fruit grew, and the fruit slowly grew again.
The time around this time is only more than an hour, what kind of huge energy is this.
The fruit is getting bigger and bigger, and after the growth stops, the melon will ripen and fall off.
The fruit fell to the ground with a thud, and at the same time, the uncle Tai and the Nether clan moved to snatch the fruit.
The Nether clan roared at the uncle, the huge sound wave shook back two steps closer to the uncle, and the Nether clan successfully got the fruit.
Ning Shu didn't join the fight because in this case, he couldn't get it.
The Nether clan held the fruit, the shell resembling an eggshell, cracks began to appear, and then the fruit cracked, and inside was a thin and weak baby.
The baby burst into loud crying, struggling with his limbs, his hands clenched with fists tightly.
With flushed faces, the Nether Clan held the child and kept coaxing the child.
Ning Shu raised his eyebrows, what kind of race this is, it looks like a group pet.
Now the void seems to have changed the number of races, and no longer too many races, but a single one.
Probably the Nether Clan was born.
The child bit his finger and fell into a deep sleep when he was tired of crying.
The Nether clan held the baby and turned and left. The uncle did not snatch the child, so he gave up the fight, and the uncle didn't care about the child very much.
Grab if you can grab it, or grab it if you can't grab it.
But the Nether Clan is so kind to that child, this child probably has a big backing.
(End of this chapter)