The idea is good, but at least it will be after the next time his net mixes the breath of this place. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The white tusks were wrapped in a faint layer of death and flew to the grass that looked like dog's tooth roots.

Before he could get closer, it was as if a beast was lurking in the grass, and Makoto felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole white ivory was completely wrapped in a cloud of white silk.

Makoto felt as if the white ivory had entered a stirring washing machine, and the whole thing began to spin continuously.

The power of death and the white silk pressed against the white ivory, bringing Makoto great pressure.

He obviously didn't expect that just a faint death force would cause such a big reaction from this grass.

For a moment, he didn't even have a chance to devour the white silk around him.

The white ivory shook violently, and if Elena wasn't a crew member who could borrow some of the power of the white ivory, I'm afraid she wouldn't even be able to stand firm.

She hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Seiichi shook his head and said, "It's okay." ”

He wrapped all the zombie souls and retracted the sea water at the entrance of the silo again, bringing in a large amount of white silk.

Immediately afterwards, he cut off the entrance again and gained the first regiment of strength.

"Oh yes, why do these things react so much to forces that aren't them?"

Makoto's 'net' fused these forces, and immediately poked out of the bilge and began to attract more of the same forces.

A minute later, the 'net' had completely enveloped the white tusks, obscuring the last breath of air.

He looked at the seawater consumed by this impact with a painful heart, and sighed: "It looks like it can be done two or three times at most, and the preparation is not sufficient." ”

Makoto's 'net' turned into a ball wrapped around the white ivory, and it wasn't until more than ten minutes had passed that he felt his surroundings begin to quiet down.

Makoto felt like a ball breaking free from the remnants of his strength and rolled on the ground a few times.

The whirring wind around him stopped, and he shook his slightly dizzy head, slightly relieved.

He didn't dare to get to work right away, lest he attract the attention of the slightly violent grass.

Elena approached and said, "The grass here looks like animals." ”

"It felt more like the dregs of the soul that came together and had only instinct. I don't know if it's a special life form of the Sea of Dead Souls, or if it's the state of some special being after death. ”

The grass here has its own area, which makes Makoto think even more that these may be the remnants of some existence.

"If the power used in life is related to plants, it may not be incomprehensible that such a state has been formed. ”

If it weren't for Makoto's own knowledge reserves, he would definitely study this thing carefully, rather than simply use it to eat.

He waited two days before he dared to increase the volume of the sphere and transform from a ghost ship form to a normal ghost form.

Perhaps the grass had adapted to him, so it was not ostracized.

This dogtooth root grass bush is three or four times larger than the dog's tail grass, and the gathered death power is more than ten times stronger, and the rich death aura even begins to affect Makoto's perception.

He had been rolling in the grass for five days without feeling the slightest feeling of rejection, and his attraction to the white silk around him had never diminished.

In addition to supplying Elena to repair her soul, Makoto's Sword of the Dead has also been crafted one step further, condensing three magic patterns.

As soon as the magic pattern was formed, the originally white bone sword immediately turned gray-black, and the flow of death aura on it began to have a regular pattern.

Even when the third magic pattern was formed, Cheng was keenly aware that this sword of the dead began to have its own breath, and it actually began to absorb the death qi by itself without Makoto actively operating it.

Although still very weak, the sword of the dead is clearly starting to get on the right track.

Makoto touched his chin and said, "The Sword of the Dead is composed of a total of forty-three magic patterns, but I didn't expect that just the first three magic patterns began to show their own characteristics, it seems that this sword is far stronger than I imagined!"

The Sword of the Dead is a magic sword that needs to be built with the power of death and the soul, and it is a bit of a waste to use the soul directly, but fortunately, there is no shortage of soul power here.

He was wondering if he could continue to strengthen the magic sword and repair Elena's soul in this area, but while standing on the deck and watching the scenery, Elena noticed that something was starting to go wrong.

The grass began to shake slightly, and it looked like an animal.

And the white silk that had been coming to erode the hull of the ship before was as if it had received some kind of signal, and it fell silent.

Elena was startled and hurriedly informed Makoto of the outside world.

Seeing Makoto emerge from the deck, she hurriedly said, "It doesn't feel right, these grasses are as if they have been frightened!"

Makoto looked around for a moment, frowned, and said, "The aura of death fluctuates so strongly! It's like having your own consciousness!"

As he was talking, he was suddenly startled, and the entire dogtooth root grass seemed to be affected by an invisible force, and instantly turned into white silk all over the ground.

Not only this meadow, but at that moment, all kinds of weeds in the entire cave lost their form, and for a moment, the ground thickened by nearly a foot.

Countless white threads fell from the sky, like white snowflakes.

Cheng can be 100% sure that at that moment just now, there was no energy that affected this place.

In the face of the unknown, Makoto's reaction is still fast.

The ball turned into the 'net' instantly shrank into the white ivory, and Makoto controlled the white ivory, and with a little force, it burrowed into the ground made of white silk.

It's like being buried in a snowdrift.

The originally aggressive white silk around him seemed to be dead at this time, and he didn't respond to Makoto's reaction at all.

The white silk around them obscured the sight and perception of the two.

Worried, Tidlet's voice suddenly came out and said, "It's so annoying, why did that aura appear again?"

Makoto asked, "What breath?"

Tiddelit replied, "Fool, of course it's the one in the center of the island. ”

Elena suddenly whispered beside her, "Listen, there's a voice." ”

Sure enough, as the words fell, countless buzzing sounds appeared in Makoto's ears.

It's the kind of sound that the clouds made before.

However, unlike the black and white clouds, the noise that appeared at this time was louder, and the power carried was more biased towards the power in the center of the island, or more towards the souls of the zombies in the cabin of Makoto.

Makoto suppressed the desire to go out and look at each other, and asked Tidlet, "Can you sense what's out there?"

"A bunch of long straps. ”

In an instant, the first monster he encountered when he came underground appeared in Makoto's mind, and he said curiously: "You mean the one we first encountered, but that thing should be very afraid of the power in the center of the island." ”

Thinking so, he suddenly realized that this sentence was not entirely true, the zombies on the corpses covered by it had the same souls as in his own hands, and if it was just a simple fear, it obviously would not collect those zombies.

He frowned, and said curiously, "Is it assimilation or evolution?"

In countless works, there are such episodes of absorbing and restraining attributes to evolve or complete themselves, and it is completely understandable to think so.

But at least he knew that the strap that came over was not the one he saw.

As he thought about this, a rumbling sound swept across the ground in front of him from far and near, almost a few centimeters away from the white ivory.

A giant ribbon-like tentacle glittering with golden light plowed the ground and sliced horizontally.

There was a sudden feeling of enlightenment in front of me.