The goblins hidden around the cave stood up one after another, most of them were holding crossbow-like weapons in their hands, and the goblins were weak, but once they were equipped with the wisdom of the goblins, the terrifying combat power of the goblins was immediately reflected.

Yaguli's mountain-like body, at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into a pool of black water full of foul odor, you can imagine how fierce the poison on the arrow is, the tiger shark general Yaguli, no longer exists in this world, completely disappeared.

"King Siris, I'll leave the rest of your plans up to you. ”

Several old goblins took out a hideous mask, a ghost mask.

The mask of the god and ghost is like a face peeled directly from the head of the demon, two tall black horns stand, on the blood-colored mask, a pair of vivid blood-colored eyes seem to be looking at the prey, the whole mask shows a smiling posture, the mouth is full of hideous sharp teeth, and there are two fangs far longer than the other sharp teeth.

"Don't sign a demonic contract unless you have to. ”

Alan simply shook her husband's hand.

"Don't worry, for you and Leia, I will also cherish my life, what I am doing now is nothing more than using the ghost mask to transform, now that Agul has accepted the order to reside on Goblin Island, the danger I am exposed to is greatly reduced, as long as I wait until the time to transport the skeletons, I can explore the world beyond Goblin Island." ”

What is the world outside of Goblin Island, Syrith faintly has some expectations, about the legends of the outside world, this generation of Goblin Island, have only seen it in the classics left by the ancestors, the era is too old, the goblins who moved to Goblin Island back then, have long been gone, and now the goblins on Goblin Island are all newborn goblins born on Goblin Island.

Although the blood-colored eyes of the god and ghost mask made Cirius feel cold in his heart, he still chose to put on the god and ghost mask at the first time without hesitation.

"User, whether to sign a demon contract and get the opportunity to summon a soul servant? ”

At the moment when Cyreus put on the mask of the gods, a mysterious voice sounded. It came to his mind.

"I refuse!"

The demon contract means death, which means that the soul will eventually be devoured by the mask of gods and ghosts, and now that there is no crisis, Cyres is naturally reluctant to sign a demon contract.

Good to know. Once you've signed the Demon Contract, you'll never have a chance to take off the Demon Mask again!

"When you need strength, even if you have to sacrifice your soul, you won't refuse. ”

The consciousness that belongs to the mask of gods and ghosts has completely fallen into silence.

The next moment. Cyreth has become the same as the tiger shark general Agul, and the plan of the goblin island can finally be implemented, but there is still a long way to go if you want to take the goblin out of the island.

Since separating from the old wood, Ming Ye has been looking for trees more than a thousand years old in this dense forest, and the purpose is naturally self-evident.

At this moment, tomorrow night finally came to the realm of his dreams, surrounded by giant trees and dense vines, dense and endless. But Tomorrow Night's eyes fell on the giant tree in the middle without blinking.

This giant tree has reached a height of about 100 meters, and more than a dozen people can surround it, the canopy of the tree towers into the clouds, and most importantly, it is found that this giant tree can actually absorb blood-colored mist.

According to the inheritance of the old wood, Ming Ye recognized that it was the silver sycamore in the tree, but the age of the silver sycamore could not be so old. It can't grow so tall, and if the old wood sees such a silver sycamore, he will definitely fall into madness, and he will do everything to turn it into a tree giant.

The blood-colored mist was like being summoned. They gathered and sank into the leaves, and then disappeared as if they had been completely swallowed up.

Tomorrow night, I don't know, at the moment when he looks at this silver sycamore, this mutated silver sycamore. Also looking at him.

"Young adventurer, you seem to have retained a clear consciousness. ”

While looking at the silver sycamore tomorrow night, the silver sycamore suddenly came out of the consciousness of communication, in the long life of the silver sycamore, it seems that few creatures can maintain a clear consciousness in this blood-colored mist, and the little beast on the young man's shoulder is also not affected by the blood-colored mist.

The abilities that Tomorrow Night obtains from the old wood are, first, the ability to communicate with trees, second, some basic knowledge about trees, and third, the ability to use life magic to transform giant trees into a giant tree existence.

"Hello, it's true that I'm immune to these blood-colored mist, but I'd like to ask, what are you doing here?"

Tomorrow night, I found that this silver sycamore was still constantly absorbing blood-colored mist.

"It's great, I finally see the creatures that are not affected by these 'magic fog' again, as for me, I am purifying these magic fogs, in order to protect more living beings from these magic fogs, in the long years, I have seen too many living beings go crazy in this magic fog, but these evil magic fogs seem to be endless, and I can't completely purify them at all. ”

"Can you purify these mists, and not be affected by the negative emotions in them?"

Tomorrow night was a little surprised, although the trees have a certain function of purifying the environment, I didn't expect this silver sycamore to be able to absorb the blood-colored mist full of negative emotions.

"At first, I just wanted to protect more creatures from the demon mist, and began to try to absorb the demon mist, but I didn't expect to find out later that after I absorbed these demon mist, there would be a part of the energy left in my body, allowing me to break through my own limit, not only to help other creatures, but also to benefit myself, so I have been persisting in absorbing the demon mist. ”

Seeing the creatures who could communicate with him, Yinwutong was extremely excited and told his secret without reservation.

"Will you go with me? I can give you the power to move if you want. ”

Tomorrow night's heart immediately accelerated, the age of this silver sycamore has exceeded 10,000 years, isn't it that it has absorbed 10,000 years of blood-colored mist, and over time, it will be so powerful.

But Ming Ye didn't know that this silver sycamore had really absorbed the blood-colored mist for no more than five hundred years, because he only tried to absorb the blood-colored mist after reaching his own age, but he didn't expect to break through his own limit.

"Young adventurer, thank you for your kindness, but I won't leave for a day until the demonic fog here is cleared. ”

The silver sycamore has a kind of determination that hell is not empty, and I will not become a Buddha.

"The demonic fog in this place will only be produced in a steady stream, and if you want to break through the demonic fog here, you must destroy the source. ”

Tomorrow night began to be tempted, and on his head, a huge purple vortex appeared, absorbing the blood-colored mist at a speed of dozens of times faster than that of the silver sycamore, and the concentration of the blood-colored mist quickly decreased, and even quickly swallowed up the blood-colored mist around the silver sycamore's body. (To be continued.) )