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"Haha!" the ghost felt sorry for himself, but the old evil laughed heartily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoNo matter who it is, if you get such a powerful thug for nothing, you will be as happy as an old evil.

After laughing for a while, the old evil suddenly asked with great interest, "By the way, do you have a name?"

"Of course, my name is Patton!" said Beamon the Ghost proudly, "Great Patriarch Beamon, Patton!"

"Patriarch Bimeng?" the old evil then asked curiously, "Do you still have many clansmen?"

"Nonsense, I didn't pop out of a crack in the stone, of course I have to be a clansman!" Barton said impatiently.

"Then your people are all ghosts, Beamon, how do you reproduce without a body?" asked the old evil, puzzled.

"Stupid, Ghost Beamon doesn't reproduce by reproduction, we are actually all evolutions of the high-level Beamon. I used to be an ordinary Beamon, but after countless battles, I successfully comprehended the true meaning of Beamon's power, so I further evolved into the ghost Beamon. "As for my people, they're naturally ordinary Beamons. ”

"That's right!" the old evil then asked, "How many Beamons are there in your people, and how many of them are Beamons the Ghost?"

"My clan is already very large in the world of Beamon, there are hundreds of Beamon, but unfortunately, I am the only one who can evolve into the ghost Beamon, in fact, for thousands of years, only one of our clan has successfully evolved. It is said that out of 100,000 ordinary Beamon, only one is able to evolve into a ghost Beamon. ”

"Isn't it, such a small chance?" said the old evil incredulously: "As far as I know, it seems that in the dragon clan, there is almost one out of ten thousand, and one can be promoted to the eighth level, why do you need 100,000 for Bimeng?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because our lifespan is shorter than that of the dragon clan, and our wisdom is not as good!" said the ghost Beamon.

"Then when you fight with the dragon clan, won't you have to suffer?" said the old evil immediately with amusement.

In fact, the old evil was just joking, but he didn't expect Barton to say very seriously: "It's not a big loss, although the number of promotions they have a little more, but the combat effectiveness is not as good as our ghost Beamon, so everyone is still about the same!"

"But you only fought with two dragon lichs, and you were seriously injured, and the evolution ratio of people seems to be ten times that of yours, if your total number is about the same, this will obviously be a huge gap!"

"You are mistaken, the dragon lich is not an eighth-level powerhouse of the dragon clan, but of the undead clan. If it's the dragon clan's divine dragon, even ten of them may not be able to beat me!" Barton said proudly.

"Huh, is the Divine Dragon so bad, so much worse than the Dragon Lich of the Undead Clan?" said the old demon with some incredulity.

"No, no, you're mistaken, in fact, the Divine Dragon is not bad, in terms of combat power alone, it is even slightly stronger than the Dragon Lich. "Ghost Beamon said.

"Then why did you fight ten divine dragons, only to be seriously injured by two dragon lichs?" the old evil immediately asked in confusion.

"It's because of the restraint. Barton explained, "Divine Dragons are good at physical attacks, and their dragon magic is extremely powerful and destructive. But alas, neither their physical attacks nor dragon magic have any effect on my ghost body, so the divine dragon will have a hard time dealing with us ghost Beamon. But dragon lich is different, their physical attack is much worse than that of the Holy Dragon, but their magic power is much stronger. And the most important thing is that the dragon lich, as an undead, has a lot of research in the field of souls, and many of their undead spells can directly attack souls, which is a great threat to us ghosts Beamon. So, when it comes to dealing with us, the Dragon Lich is much more powerful than the Holy Dragon. But in the event of a battle between them, the Divine Dragon is a little more powerful than the Dragon Lich. ”

"I see, I see!" the old evil nodded, and then said, "Then where is the plane you are in?"

"I don't know, I was forcibly pulled here by the Summoning Stone, and I don't know the way back even if I want to!" Barton said helplessly.

"Haha, that's good!" the old evil laughed and said, "You can follow me in the future, I will ensure that you can eat fragrant food and drink spicy food." ”

However, after listening to the old evil's words, Barton not only did not look the slightest happy, but said with a depressed face: "Our ghost Beamon has long lost his body, what do you tell me to eat?"

"This~" The old evil came to his senses, it turned out that he had said something stupid, and hurriedly changed his words: "Then how do you need to replenish your energy?"

"Ghost Beamon exists in a soul state, and it consumes a lot of soul power every day. And the best way to replenish is to nourish with special ingredients. For example, the soul wood that is more than 10,000 years old is extremely helpful for us to replenish our soul power!" Barton then said, "Especially after I was seriously injured this time, I urgently need to replenish my soul power. I wonder if you can find one for me!"

Soul wood is an extremely rare and high-quality material, it can slowly nourish the soul of human beings, after the mage brings it, when cultivating spiritual power, it will get twice the result with half the effort, it can be described as an extremely practical thing.

Generally speaking, the older the Soul Wood, the better the effect will be. However, ordinary soul wood is already rare to see, and thousands of years of soul wood have hardly appeared in the last few hundred years. As for the 10,000-year-old soul wood, it is even rarer like a giant panda, and even a great force like the Bright Empire that has been inherited for 10,000 years does not have it.

Of course, there is no old evil. Even the Lich King, who crisscrossed the continent for 2,000 years, only had a small piece of soul wood about 3,000 years old in the materials he collected, and the 10,000-year-old soul wood could not even be seen.

Legend has it that in the entire continent, only the elven clan, a glorious clan with a history of more than 100,000 years, has a collection of 10,000-year-old soul wood, but they also take it as a treasure, never show it to outsiders, and only use it internally.

In fact, the reason why the Alsace brothers and sisters are already far stronger than their peers at such a young age is that they carry the Ten Thousand Years Soul Wood on their bodies, and they have been in contact for many years. The Ten Thousand Years Soul Wood quietly nourishes their souls and makes them grow up quickly. And the higher the strength of the soul, the faster a person's cultivation speed will be, which is why the Alsace brothers and sisters have a perverted cultivation speed.

Hearing Barton say this, the old evil immediately took out the 3,000-year-old faint soul wood that he had seized, and then handed it to the ghost Beamon, and said with a smile: "You take a look first, is this enough for you?"

"Obviously not enough, but it's better than nothing!" Ghost Mountbatten muttered as he took the soul wood from the old demon's hand and hid it in his stomach, looking at the half of the black wood floating in his huge body, which directly made everyone present laugh.

"And how much time will it take you to recover after you have this thing?" asked the old demon.

"Five years at least!" Barton said with some depression.

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"No way, who told you to take out the broken thing is too powerful? if you take out the 10,000-year-old soul wood, I will be able to recover from my injuries for half a year at most!" Barton said helplessly.

"It seems that you are seriously injured!" said the old evil with a frown.

"Nonsense, those two guys on the other side are dragon lichs, do you think they're stupid?" said Ghost Mountbatten with some dissatisfaction.

The old evil didn't dwell on this topic, but changed the topic and said: "Ten Thousand Years Soul Wood! It's really hard to get it, it seems that I'm only afraid that I will have to ask the Elf King once!"

"Who is the Elven King?" asked Ghostbatten suddenly.

"It's the supreme leader of the elven clan in this continent!" the old evil explained.

"And what strength is he?" asked Barton.

"Eighth-level legendary master!" the old evil said: "Why are you asking this?"

"Then you don't have to beg him!" Ghost Beamon immediately said angrily: "I'll go and kill him secretly, and then snatch the Ten Thousand Years Soul Wood, isn't it over?"

"That's not going to work!" the old evil immediately shook his head and said, "The elves have a deep relationship with me, I don't want you to trouble them, you know?"

"But what if they don't give the Ten Thousand Years Soul Wood?" the ghost Beambatten hurriedly asked. Obviously, his primary concern is still his own interests.

"Don't worry, he will definitely give it!" the old evil smiled confidently, and then said: "Okay, just leave this matter to me, you just wait to play with the Ten Thousand Years Soul Wood!"

"Well, then I'll leave it all to you, my master!" it was the first time that the ghost had called Mountbatten so old. Obviously, in order to be able to get the strength of the Ten Thousand Years Soul Wood to recover, Barton even let go of the last trace of reserve.

"Yes!" the old evil nodded, and then suddenly touched his chin and said, "I said Patton, your body is too big, can you make it a little smaller?"

"Of course my body can be reduced, after all, I am an existence without physical restraints. Ghostbeat said as he began to shrink his body, quickly changing from a behemoth to the size of a pet dog. Although his body has become miniaturized, his majesty is still undiminished, and no matter who sees him, he can't help but have a sense of fear.

Seeing such a small Beamon, Catherine was immediately defeated by his cute appearance. She hurriedly ran over to pick Barton up, and then held him in her arms and kept petting her.

Then Catherine was suddenly surprised, "Well, strangely, why do I feel that when I touch Barton, I feel that it seems to be a hairy object, and not a shadowless ghost?"

(To be continued)