The witch finished speaking firmly, but found that everyone was looking at her silently, which made her unable to help but hesitate: "What? Am I wrong?"

"That's right, but didn't you just say that you even know the skeleton of vegetable planting? Why don't you know him?" asked Negris.

The witch shouted, "Hey, why are you like this? You always remember these irrelevant things. I just said it. Who can think that it's such a coincidence? The farm barrier was taken care of by His Majesty himself. If there are skeletons I don't know, then they can only be those vegetable-growing skeletons."

Everyone was excited: "Your Majesty took care of it himself?"

The witch said: "Of course, the farm is what he created to pass the time when he is bored. Of course, he has to take care of it himself, otherwise how can he pass the time."

Duroken said in disbelief: "But... I have never seen His Majesty go to the farm, and I don't even get close to you."

The witch rolled her eyes: "If Your Majesty goes in person, can those vegetable-growing skeletons survive? Of course, it will be projected over. It will be projected into a golden skeleton, and then resurrect a bunch of small skeletons to take care of it."

Hearing the words "Golden Skeleton", Ange immediately threw his thoughts into the black crystal skeleton, carefully distinguishing the remaining breath on the skeleton, and then shook his head: "Not the lord."

As a low-level vegetable-growing skeleton, Ang only knew one golden skeleton, who was the lord who created him. Unfortunately, it was different from the residual aura on this skeleton.

However, he also knew this aura, because it was still left in the Palace of Rest, which scared him so much that he did not dare to step into the palace for many years until his bones could not hold on.

The witch spread her hands: "Of course I won't let you know you. You know you. Who else in the palace will not know you? Then someone will rush to fertilize and water every day. How can your Majesty play?"

When Duroken thought, it was true. Don’t think that no one in the Rest Palace is attentive. At least Duroken, if he knew that the farm was being managed by His Majesty, he would design a fully automatic timed watering, harvesting and sowing system as soon as possible so that His Majesty would not have to be so 'tired'.

Even if he was stopped by His Majesty, he would watch it all the time, applaud and cheer outside the farm, so that His Majesty could have a more comfortable time...

Therefore, the vegetable-growing skeletons on the farm are the only batch that the witches don’t know.

Negris was disappointed: "What? That's it? I thought there was something special. Isn't this just a retired farmer who manages the flower garden and entertains himself? Then why can he inherit the immortal god's character? But my god of knowledge cannot?"

The witch smiled and said, "The property has no right to inherit."

Before Negris was furious, the witch quickly changed the topic: "According to you, he inherited the Immortal God's Land and the Palace of Rest? What's going on with the Beauty God? How did this magical method come about? It's definitely not the Immortal God's Land. If Immortal God's Land had this ability, I would have opened a beauty club long ago."

Duroken grabbed his nose awkwardly, and Negris also laughed.

"What does it mean? You really opened a beauty club?" The witch was stunned.

Negris said proudly: "It's a little bigger than that, called Meishen City. I tell you that there are many projects inside, including this, that, this, this, this."

The witch heard the beautiful eyes and couldn't help asking: "Can lich do these projects?"

"It should be possible. There are many lich clients in Meishen City. There is a Truth Mage named Auburnli. Now they all live in Meishen City and refuse to leave. You have to ask Lisa what you can do," said Negris.

At this time, the voice of the Great Sage came from afar: "Are you finished? I'll come over after you finish."

"Okay, come here." Negris then remembered that everyone forgot about the Great Sage.

The witch didn't say anything, but subconsciously sorted out her hair and clothes. However, when she touched her clothes, she immediately covered her chest and shouted: "No, don't come over."

It has been here for more than a thousand years. The witch's clothes have long been torn and shriveled. I don't think that when they are shriveled, now that the sensitive parts are exposed white and faintly visible, people will have nosebleed when they see them.

However, none of the people present were 'people', and no one realized this problem, and even the witch himself did not realize it.

Duroken quickly threw the cloak over, first let her put it on, and then refined a dress on the spot, which solved the witch's embarrassment.

The great sage was approved, and then he felt a little sick. The usually serious sage was like a little boy at this moment, and he couldn't help but feel smearing when he spoke. But the witch didn't feel it, and he was coaxed to smile in a short while.

Nagris, who soon couldn't stand it, said: "Okay, okay, we flew here for two months, not to see you hook up, what's wrong with Your Majesty? Why is there only one skeleton left here?"

The witch pointed directly in front of the skeleton and said, "Your Majesty has gone to kill people. Someone has created an attack at the end of the void, called Xingbo, ready to destroy all the lives here, and your Majesty has gone to kill them."

Speaking of this, the witch immediately reacted: "You have the Immortal God and the Beautiful God's Divine Character, why is it okay? After the Star Explosion is broken, the remaining power of faith will continue to move forward, and finally hit all planes to form a faith storm against the God's Divine Character. How could you be fine?"

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Negris said: "The storm of faith is used by us to farm. Star explosion? Is it the red star we see in the main plane? You exploded?"

"Farming?" A huge question mark broke out in the witch's heart. Why is this little yellow book so difficult to understand?

But she didn't bother with this question and continued: "How is it possible? How can I have this strength? It was His Majesty who beat him up... Well, it was the Black Crystal Body who beat him up."

Facing everyone's suspected gaze, the witch explained: "When His Majesty left, he told me that if there was a new star explosion, it means he had failed. He could use his body to resist the star explosion."

"Can you drive the body of the black crystal?" Duroken asked.

"No, but I can move it to the trajectory of the star explosion." The witch said.

Well, just like Ang used Locke's skeleton, he took it as a shield, but this also indirectly reflects the strength of the black crystal body.

The remaining power after the Star Blast was blown up can explode a bunch of gods, but the Star Blast itself cannot do anything to the Black Crystal body.

"But we have seen through the astronomical mirror that the center of the star explosion is a human-shaped object." Negris said.

The witch nodded: "Yes, because it is aggregation of the power of belief, that human form is the image of faith, the group belief. This image should be a very well-known image where the Red Star is."

Negris understood a little: "You mean, if the believers of the Immortal God launch such an attack, it is likely that the image of the Immortal God will be revealed?"

"Yes." said the witch.

Negris asked in pain: "Now there is a new star explosion coming. Does that mean that Your Majesty is dead?"

The witch shook her head: "I thought so too, but you guys see."

Speaking of this, the witch greeted everyone to the skeleton and pointed at the stars in the bones: "I have been silent before, but recently, there have been more stars on the bones, so His Majesty must not be dead, but for some reason, he cannot stop the new star explosion from being produced."

Speaking of this, the witch suddenly turned around to face everyone: "Since you are here, then the task of protecting Your Majesty can be handed over to you."

The great sage felt a little nervous and had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the witch said, "I want to send it over and get His Majesty back."

"No," the great sage subconsciously opposed: "What's the use of sending things that Your Majesty can't do? It's too dangerous. If you don't have the strength of Your Majesty, you may not be able to send them."

In fact, seeing that the king left his body but no soul, everyone knew what method His Majesty left the soul to send.

No matter how fast the flight speed is, one thousand kilometers per hour is already the limit, but the speed of the mind can be as fast as light.

With the mind as the guide and then the soul is driven forward, the speed can reach more than half of the light.

However, not everyone can perform soul projection, because without a powerful soul, the distance between the mind and the body will not be too far away, so there is no need to use soul projection.

Moreover, this kind of delivery consumes too much soul energy, which is not affordable for ordinary people. Half of the delivery, the power will be exhausted, but it is not a joke, the soul will dissipate.

The witch does not have a powerful soul as strong as the Immortal King. If it is forcibly sent, the greatest possibility is that the power is exhausted and the soul dissipates in the void.

The witch looked at the Great Sage deeply and responded with a smile: "I'm going, Your Majesty needs me."

The great sage's heart sank. He knew the witch too well. When she said, "Your Majesty needs me", it means she was ready to do whatever she wanted.

All the souls in the Palace of Rest, except for the little yellow dragon, are willing to contribute everything to His Majesty.

Seeing his expression, the witch hurriedly said, "Of course, I'm not doing anything randomly, you guys see."

The witch pointed to the forehead of the black crystal skeleton: "Look, all the star dots are slowly gathering here and then disappearing. What does it mean? The power is being sent from the black crystal body to a very distant place, so Your Majesty is definitely not dead."

"I am going to use the energy channel built by this power to attach my thoughts to it and send it over," said the witch.

The Great Sage said: "It's too dangerous, let me go."

The witch smiled slightly, ignored the great sage, and instead caused the stars in the black crystal body.

She fiddled for a while, then suddenly stopped and said as if nothing had happened: "Okay, I can't guide the power inside, maybe my power has been consumed too much."

There is no soul energy in the void, but the witch stayed here for thousands of years, only consumption but no replenishment. Therefore, for the past thousand years, she has survived by sleeping, and her soul has greatly shrunk.

Ange found a bag of soul crystals.

While the witch was recovering, Ange pressed the amethyst skeleton and soul energy surged into the bones.

Almost the moment when the soul energy poured into the bones, Ange felt his mind being pumped to a certain place. When he came to his senses, he actually found himself in a strange body.

I raised my hands and saw that my hands were covered with black crystals. I actually entered the body of the black crystal?

From the perspective of Negris and others, I only saw Ange suddenly froze, while the black crystal body raised his hands.
Chapter completed!