The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

He looked down at Mu Guo with contempt, "A mortal without even wings? Are you the guide mentioned in the oracle?"

Muguo felt itchy at the root of his teeth. He pulled the gray-red rope, which was as thick as two fingers and was twisting and struggling.

While directing the red bird to catch the white-winged birdman,

"Another soul whose only entity is its wings~ Are the species in the new world so single?"

The red bird pecked the birdman's wings curiously, and the birdman's white wings instantly caught fire. The birdman wanted to revive, but his wings continued to burn after revival.

Before the birdman could conquer new worlds for his god-king, his wings burned away and his soul dissipated.

Red Bird was stunned and hurriedly distanced himself from the matter.

"It's too fragile. I didn't even try hard."

"They are originally spirits. There is also a native synthetic birdman in the cave below. I will investigate it after I am done."

The rope in Muguo's hand twisted violently, as if it knew it couldn't break free by just tug-of-war, so it began to twist vigorously.

Muguo was standing on a pile of twisting ropes, and he felt like he was wrestling with a snake.

"Tutu, I'll try to tear off a piece of the rope and pass it to you. I hope you can digest it. It's so long and it's twisting and turning to run. I don't have much strength.

Jianmu, you don't have to help me pull it. Can you help me put the torn rope into the big fruit basket?

Only you can help me with this, the little foxes can't touch the rope."

The gray-red rope that was pulled down could still be twisted, but its activity and strength were not strong.

Jianmu was very obedient. He pulled the broken rope hard and helped Tutu put it into the fruit basket. He also rolled it up beautifully.

Muguo threw a few fruits into the big fruit basket and quickly passed the basket to Tutu.

Tutu's blue circle happily rushed towards its snack. Tutu looked at the long, thin gray-red rope and smacked his lips.

"What's that smell? You're eating so deliciously,"

The blue circle hugged the twisting gray-red rope and chewed it,

"Delicious! It's tender and crispy, and the taste is a little familiar,"

Blue Circle stopped eating and savored the food carefully.

"It feels a bit like the rope we encountered in the plane."

Tutu became more alert, "Are you sure? Is it related to the god-level civilization mentioned by the ancestral tree?"

She hurriedly discussed with Muguo,

"The one you caught seems to be related to the seventh-level civilization that set a trap for me."

Mu Guo grabbed the short gray-red rope that was left.

"That's possible. After all, do you remember when I searched for you, the system said that it had found the nearest plane, which means that our planes are relatively close.

This gray-red guy might really be a member of the seventh-level plane merchant who set a trap for you.

However, this plane actually wanted to attack our plane thousands of years ago when Jianmu was shattered. How powerful must the god-level civilization it belongs to be?"

Tutu was also somewhat silent.

"Anyway, try to disintegrate this plane first. Maybe we can erode its power step by step."

Mu Guo nodded, but she didn't know where to start when she looked at the door that had become a solid object.

"My plane system has not yet prompted me to conquer the subordinate planes. At what point can I be considered to have completely conquered them?"

As he was speaking, another birdman came out of the physical door.

"Fight for the God King~"

"Ahem~" The red bird was startled by the sudden shout.

The sparks from the cough instantly ignited the birdman again.

The red bird watched helplessly as the birdman turned into ashes again.

It's a bit embarrassing.

"If I say I didn't mean it, I just choked, would you believe me?"

It stole a glance at Muguo, who had a blank expression on his face.

She was only attracted by the green rope in her hand, which suddenly became slightly thicker.

What's going on? Why has the power of the plane suddenly increased?

Is it that the power that Tutu is transmitting has increased?

"Tutu, has the blue circle over there absorbed that rope? Has the plane power you transmitted increased?"

Tutu shook his head. "No, the blue circle hasn't been digested yet. It will take at least a few days to digest. What's wrong? Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

"My green rope suddenly became as thick as a hair. I don't know if I'm feeling it wrong."

Muguo turned to look at the red bird.

Is that because Red Bird burned the birdman?

"Red Bird, burn a few more birdmen!"

The red bird just shrank its head like a quail afraid of being scolded, but upon hearing Mu Guo's instructions, it instantly perked up.

It poked its head in the door and looked, "Can I go in and burn it? There's quite a lot of space inside."

Muguo was a little worried about its safety.

The red bird didn't care. "I fly very fast. I guarantee those birdmen can't catch up with me."

Mu Guo took out a shark gold chain with a modified video stone engraved on it, which could transmit real-time images, and attached a synaesthesia charm to the red bird.

"Take this with you, and be careful not to burn it. It can scale up and down as you grow. Keep it on at this moment, and it can teleport you back when necessary."

Redbird loves all things shiny,

It puffed up its chest happily and rushed into the door.

Like a red lightning, it swiftly shuttles among the falling stones,

There are huge cities floating in the sky here. Are these the floating ruins mentioned by the bird people?

As the world was in turmoil, unstable rocks kept falling.

The red bird curiously flew into the huge shaking city, and saw many ragged people kneeling on the ground, chanting scriptures.

Even if rocks fell from the city above and killed the people around them, they would not even raise their eyelids, and continued to kneel and recite the scriptures that Red Bird could not understand.

These people don't have wings, so they can't fly away, so they don't run away?

Red Bird thought for a moment and grabbed a ragged young man and placed him under the layers of floating ruins. It was a desolate but spacious and safe continent without the falling rocks.

Although the young man was trembling, he still closed his eyes and chanted the scriptures louder.

After the red bird put her down, it hid in the distance and watched.

The young man trembled for a while and found that he was not dead. He quietly opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was in a vast and desolate land. In the distance were floating ruins that kept falling one after another.

She looked devastated, and she kept running towards the city in the sky,

"No... No... How could I be in the Desolate Hell...

I am very religious... God... I am very religious...

Lord God... God... please don't abandon me..."

She kept running towards the falling city, getting up immediately after falling down, and moving forward even though she was covered in blood.

The red bird was stunned.

Stones kept falling around the young woman. She did not dodge or evade. Even when she was knocked down by the stones, she insisted on crawling towards the several floating ruins that had already fallen to the ground.

The floating ruins that fell to the ground were littered with corpses. Even if some people were still conscious, they did not call for help. In their blurred consciousness, they kept opening and closing their mouths to recite scriptures.

The young man with blood all over his face finally saw the broken spire of the falling Floating Ruins at the edge of the shattering Floating Ruins. There was a number written on it: Floating Ruins No. 9.

"Number Nine, hahahaha, Number Nine, I've arrived at the Floating Ruins of Number Nine. I can become a Gray Angel directly after reincarnation here."

A falling rock pierced her chest. Her eyes bulged out and she tried to reach out to touch the broken spire with the word nine on it.

The gray face was full of strange smiles.

"Thank... God... King... for giving... me... eternal life..."