All My Skills Are Picked Up

A smile appeared on the Holy Lord's face. The last seed he had kept was originally intended to be left for the child of extreme yin.    

Unfortunately, before he could use it, he encountered this rotten matter in front of him.    

However, it didn't matter. It wasn't unacceptable to leave it for the Human Faced Tree. If he could completely control the Human Faced Tree with the help of the seed, he would be an existence no weaker than the four great Demonic Cultivators. He could even be stronger than the four great Demonic Cultivators.    

But in the next moment, the smile on the Holy Lord's face had yet to fade. He saw the human-faced tree suddenly turn around, and then all the human faces on the tree opened their mouths wide.    

As if they were roaring furiously, countless pitch-black branches shot out from their mouths, piercing through the Holy Lord's body.    

In an instant, the Holy Lord let out a roar that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. In another moment, the soul of the Holy Lord could be seen with the naked eye, and it was pulled out alive. Then, the branches sank into the human-faced tree's body.    

Fatty Zhang widened his eyes as he watched this scene. Did this mean that the Holy Lord was dead?    

On the main trunk of the human-faced tree, at the top of the tree, a huge human face suddenly appeared. First, it was as if a tumor had grown out. Then, the tumor exploded and quickly condensed into the shape of a face.    

That blank expression, that familiar face, was undoubtedly the Holy Lord.    

Fatty Zhang widened his eyes as he watched this scene. Was this the Soul Fusion Tree?    

Slowly retreating, Fatty Zhang could clearly feel the aura of the Soul Fusion Tree rising crazily. All the thick branches in the surroundings retracted, as if they had pulled back all their strength from the ground. Then, the land was completely sealed. "You, you... you bastards!"    

On the human-faced tree, the Holy Lord's face actually spoke clearly.    

The dull expression on his face began to turn into resentment. Fatty Zhang said loudly, "You got the wrong person. The person who blew you up just now has already run away."    

The Holy Lord said sternly, "Do you think I am an idiot?"    

Fatty Zhang said with a look of pity, "So it turns out that my brain is still working. Aiya, I can't lie to him. It's over!"    

Fatty Zhang looked around and was ready to die.    

At the moment of life and death, Fatty Zhang no longer had his usual cowardly demeanor. Instead, he had a resolute look on his face.    

The Holy Lord furiously shouted, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"    

The Holy Lord's face began to roar furiously. Then, the branches in the surroundings started to lash out like a wild gale.    

Fatty Zhang used his Martial Qi to defend himself, but only ten breaths later, he was defeated and could no longer stand stably.    

After rolling on the ground, Fatty Zhang tightly hugged Lo Tian's body, letting his fat back receive the damage.    

A bloody hand pressed on Lo Tian's face. Fatty Zhang gritted his teeth and said, "Mr Lo, if you don't wake up, we will really die."    

This sound seemed to have changed Lo Tian a little.    

In the nightmare, Lo Tian was still fighting with the demons. Thousands of unknown monsters were fighting with him to the death.    

"Fatty!"    

Lo Tian seemed to have heard Fatty Zhang's howl. Boundless emotions surged in his heart.    

He was fighting in his dream, and the fat man outside was also fighting in real life.    

Lo Tian's heart trembled. He knew that if he didn't break this nightmare, he would really fall into an irreparable situation.    

Lo Tian shouted loudly, "System, System, come out! You didn't give me a warning when you entered the dream, and you still haven't helped me break the nightmare? You stupid system, go to hell!"    

As he cursed, Lo Tian's mind was stirred. At this moment, the monsters in front of him were still madly rushing over.    

Lo Tian shouted angrily and swung his sword horizontally.    

All the monsters were swept away by his sword of grief and indignation, and all of them were cut in half at the waist.    

In the next moment, Lo Tian finally heard a slight cracking sound, as if something was drilling into his ears.    

After that, the dark world in front of him suddenly collapsed, and a ball of light appeared in front of him.    

"Detecting host's reverse-state. Host, please calm down, calm down again. This is the thought of mutual destruction."    

"Same to you!"    

Lo Tian went up and gave the ball of light a punch and kick, then said, "Hurry up and bring me out of the nightmare, quick!"    

The System's voice came again. "My dear master, your requirements are a bit high. As a System, I cannot be too bold in reality and will suffer from the backlash of the world. "    

"No matter what kind of backlash it has, I'm not afraid at all If you don't help me, we'll all die. Do you understand? We'll all die."    

"[The System is analyzing, my dear master, your request actually does not require my help.] You can do it with your own abilities. Please activate your spiritual energy shield in your dream. Naturally, you will be able to break through the Nightmare."    

Lo Tian was stunned when he heard that.    

"Uh, it's that simple?"    

"Yes, my dear master."    

"[Can you put away such a disgusting form of address]"    

"Okay, my dear master"    

Lo Tian was too lazy to ask any more questions. He quickly forcefully activated his mental energy shield in the Nightmare Realm.    

In the next moment, Lo Tian felt as if his entire body was being stabbed by needles. His body began to become illusory.    

There was really a chance. Damn it, it turned out that even this was possible.    

"Break for me!"    

Bang!    

Something seemed to have been completely shattered by Lo Tian's mental energy. A powerful mental energy talent was an excellent weapon to deal with these strange abilities. It was just that Lo Tian, who was not proficient in what he had learned, did not understand it clearly.    

Suddenly, Lo Tian's eyelids jumped and he immediately opened his eyes.    

He focused his eyes and was surprised to see Fatty Zhang pressing down on his body.    

"Mr Lo, I can't hold on any longer. In your next life, remember to owe me your life. I want you to help me find a wife."    

Fatty Zhang's face was covered in blood, and he spoke weakly. He couldn't even open his eyes.    

Lo Tian suddenly held Fatty Zhang's face and said, "Stupid fatty, you won't die today."    

Turning around, Lo Tian dragged Fatty Zhang back. His body had activated the innate ability of fire.    

Incarnation Spell, Flame Body!    

The branches that came from all directions were instantly burnt by the flames.    

On the human-faced tree, when the Holy Lord saw this scene, a look of shock instantly appeared in its eyes.    

"You're awake? Impossible!"    

Lo Tian grabbed one of the largest branches with one hand, and the flames burned it until it sizzled.    

He looked coldly at the Holy Lord, and then at Fatty Zhang, who was lying on the ground. Lo Tian roared furiously, "It was you who hurt my brother!"    

The Holy Lord said loudly, "Kid, no matter who you are, you have to die!"    

The human-faced tree let out a roar. Another huge branch was like a spear that broke through the clouds, stabbing towards Lo Tian's chest.    

The Pig Slaughtering Knife appeared in Lo Tian's hand, and the flames increased by 30 meters.    

Giant God Saber Spell!    

The knife split into two, and the branches spread out.    

Lo Tian gritted his teeth and looked at the Holy Lord again. He roared with an even louder voice, "How dare you hurt my brother!"    

The aura on his body was like that of a ghost, and the Holy Lord was somewhat frightened.    

Lo Tian's body suddenly expanded a few more feet, and the saber in his hand changed into a sword.    

Heaven, Light, Profound, Origin. Break. Come.    

Rainbow Sword, slash!    

The light sword appeared, carrying the power to break through. Lo Tian charged forward, completely in a gambling stance.    

"Die!"