Late at night, the stars are dim and the moon is dim.

Fang Xiu moved out the undead tree in the basement. The undead tree, which was originally only one meter tall, has grown to more than three meters high. The branches are covered with white leaves, which looks exactly the same as its projection in the spiritual realm, but is nearly ten times smaller.

The original basement could no longer be put away, and its huge size also occupied too much space.

This tree of Death from another world, the gate of the underworld, gradually recovered under Fang Xiu's little cultivation, activated some of its original abilities, and finally had some of its original charm on Huangyang Mountain, and it also had some changes in Fang Xiu's main soul and Gaia's consciousness.

Fang Xiu looked a little serious, so even Heisha and Chen Jin ran out to see what Fang Xiu was doing?

He kicked the basin with his feet and completely smashed the already cracked basin.

The stout trunk of the undead tree and three meters in size, even Fang Xiu was struggling to carry it.

Fang Xiu placed the undead tree in the yard and immediately saw the originally reclaimed vines quickly poking out and penetrated deeper into the earth again.

The thick fog spread out from the Necrotic Tree, instantly spreading the entire courtyard and wrapping up the house.

The three-meter-high stout necro tree was rooted in the courtyard, and the white leaves swayed, and it finally reappeared outside, instead of the dark basement.

A strange scene began to appear. At this moment, I saw Fang Xiu's house wrapped in thick fog into a big ball, and then I saw the houses on both sides as if moving, constantly squeezing towards the center.

The space of Fang Xiu's home seemed to be bursting, constantly shrinking towards the middle.

Then with a rumbling sound, the two houses that were originally not adjacent were now connected.

Fang Xiu's home, as the thick mist turned into a vortex, completely disappeared from the spot, as if it did not exist.

Fang Xiu looked up at the sky. The moon was still the same moon, and the stars were still sparse, but the surrounding area of ​​Fang Xiu's house had turned into a thick fog and completely disappeared into the street, as if it had become an independent space.

Fang Xiu's home became the same as the one on Huangyang Mountain before, with a lot of fog and a mess of space.

"Overlapping space!"

Fang Xiu split the piece of his home, but he did not completely separate from the earth's world, but existed on the earth in a strange overlapping state.

This is the ability of the Necrotic Tree, not a new ability. As the gate of hell, its own ability is related to space. The hell in another world is a real space.

However, Fang Xiu can only trick the spiritual world. If you want to truly create an independent space like another world, you must at least wait until Fang Xiu upgrades the undead tree to the real artifact level. Fang Xiu estimated that this may not be possible with ordinary artifacts.

"This is the transit station to the spiritual world! It's like...it's like more than half a step in the legend?"

"In the future, all channels to the spiritual world will be blocked, and you can only enter the spiritual world through a program at the transit station."

Heisha leaned out at the gate and looked outside, then opened his mouth wide.

I only saw a vast fog outside the door, and I could see nothing.

"Hey, hey~ Master!" She buckled the big iron door with her black claws, and looked at Fang Xiu with a pair of black gurgle eyes.

"Where has our family gone?"

Fang Xiu said: "It's still in place, but the space overlaps, but the location has not changed! It's still connected with the outside world!"

"You guys go online and watch TV or something without any obstacles!" Fang Xiu pointed to the pot on the roof!

"I have reinstalled the generator when using electricity!" Then he pointed to the direction of the garage.

"Ah! What should we do when we deliver the express in the future?" Hei Sha trotted, followed Fang Xiu, and grabbed his trouser legs.

"Well~ the courier may not be able to find our door! Put it in a nearby store! I will get it back then!"

Fang Xiu looked at the changes in his home and felt very satisfied. He was originally doing something turbulent outside, but Fang Xiu seemed confident, but he was still a little panicked, afraid that others would discover his true identity and find his home.

Now, Fang Xiu doesn't believe that there are still people who can find him. Even if something happens and his identity is exposed, Fang Xiu jumps home and doesn't believe that there are still people who can come in.

At this time, Chen Jin turned into a paper man, walked through the crack in the door, and broke into the outside. Fang Xiu immediately shouted: "Don't go out!"

Chen Jin walked out of the house curiously, and immediately saw that thick fog surrounded him. In an instant, the house and yard behind him disappeared, leaving only himself, standing on a desolate and flat illusory land.

At this time, he grabbed her with one hand and pulled her back from the door.

"Without me, this door cannot be opened!"

"Did you two hear it?"

Fang Xiu immediately warned everyone and the loli female ghost seriously before opening the door again and immediately saw a strange light blooming from the door, and a special world that was different from before was presented to them.

It was the street in front of their house before.

One person, one ghost and one demon poked out his head and watched from side to side. There was no one on the street late at night.

After that, Fang Xiucai carefully closed the door and immediately saw a ripples appearing on the street, slowly returning to peace.

"See if you don't see it, only if I open the door will the exit open!"

"If you open the door, you will fall into the space outside. What is that ghost place? I don't know if you fall in, I can't save you!"

The huge undead tree in the yard emits a faint light, and the surrounding mist is shrouded in the fog. Fang Xiu's home has turned into an isolated island that seems to be floating in an illusory space.

But Fang Xiu felt that his home was particularly secure at this moment.

Fang Xiu lay on the sofa, pillowing his hands, feeling that his home felt completely different.

The next day, when the surrounding residents passed by this road, they did not find any abnormalities. Only the owner of a resident next to Fang Xiu came out to remove the garbage, but felt something was wrong.

"What's going on? I remember next to my house? Isn't this house?"

A man in his fifties with a big belly was standing next to his house with a garbage bag, looking around, feeling whether he had hallucinations.
Chapter completed!