Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 304: Overlord of the Plains of Despair
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On the savannah of the Plains of Despair, a low-level coyote was looking for food. It had good luck. Someone lay down on the ground with the corpse of a sword spines. The corpse was highly decomposed, but the hungry soil The wolf didn't let it go, but leaped forward happily, chewing loudly.
The coyote, a seventh-level strange animal, is good at communicating with earth elements, using earth magic attacks, and moving very fast, good at running, likes to live in groups, on the plains of despair, encountering a large number of coyotes is definitely all travelers nightmare.
The snout of a coyote is very sensitive, and you can smell the smell of blood from a few miles away. No, not long after another coyote came and glanced at the coyote who was eating, and bowed his head. Big bite.
Next, the third...the fourth...the fifth...
More and more coyotes came from all directions and joined the army of coyotes gnawing on Sword Spinosaurus. The alien beast Sword Spinosaurus weighing more than ten tons was quickly eaten up, and at this time , The number of coyotes has reached hundreds, and many coyotes have started fighting for the remaining food, and the wolves are constantly howling.
At this time, some of the coyotes' movements suddenly stopped. They raised their heads and sniffed, then turned around abruptly, their **** eyes staring tightly behind them, and roared in a low voice.
"Patter...Patter..."
There was a crisp voice, which looked a little strange in the prairie, like the sound of a bone falling to the ground.
Hundreds of coyotes immediately became nervous when they heard this sound, their blood-red eyes stared firmly in the direction of the sound, and there was a look of fear in their eyes, and they roared from time to time.
"Patter...Patter..."
At this time, a figure finally appeared in the hard gravel beach. It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. His skin was a little dark from the sun, and his black eyes contained determination. He was dressed in black. His robe, the little skull on the robe looked extremely dazzling, and there was also a skeleton under his crotch, which was carrying him steadily and walking towards this side.
"Woo..."
The color of fear in the eyes of the coyotes has become stronger, and they growled uncomfortably, and their bodies were shaking involuntarily. Many coyotes could not resist the pressure and fled with their tails in their hands.
The leading coyote glared blood-red eyes, roared bluffingly, but kept backing away.
In the past three or four months, this young man of only seventeen or eighteen years old and his army of skeletons have left deep memories for all the alien animals in the Plains of Despair.
It still remembers that the first day this young man came to the Plains of Despair, he caused an earth-shattering slaughter. This young man started a **** battle with the alien animal races of the Plains of Despair.
The **** battle lasted for seven days and seven nights. In this earth-shattering battle, the large and small alien animal populations on the Plains of Despair were devastated.
The blue-eyed blood lion clan was destroyed, the unreasonable bull clan was slaughtered only to escape, and the domineering giant-horned rhinoceros was also killed to a few...
The most terrible coyote population among them was the worst. I fought with this boy three times. The first time the coyote was defeated, and the second time, the coyote gathered nearly 70% of the coyotes in the Desperate Plains to attack him. As a result, Still defeated, this young man chopped off the head of the coyote with a bone spear for the third time...
The **** killing shocked the aborigines of the Plains of Despair. The appearance of this teenager challenged the status of some powerful populations in the Plains of Despair and broke the balance of the Plains of Despair. Moreover, this young man was different from some mercenary groups. He didn't seem to come for the magic core, like a crazy killing inspired by himself to temper himself.
This boy is Ron. He spent three or four months in the Plains of Despair. Every day he was accompanied by battles and killings. At this moment, he was faintly bloody, and countless different animal species were almost infinite in him. In front of the skeleton army, they could not escape the fate of being crushed.
The skeleton magician attacked first, and then the skeleton army headed by the black knight quickly charged. The light-bodied skeleton warrior then doubled up and quickly ended the battle.
Since then, the Skeleton Legion has become a nightmare existence in the Plains of Despair. The strange beasts almost all turned around when they saw Ron, and Ron did not chase them.
Ron has become the veritable overlord of the Plains of Despair.
The leading coyote gave a low growl, gave Ron a terrified look, and threw down the corpse of the Sword Spinosaurus that had not been gnawed out, and ran away obediently. Even if they were crazy, they would not have the courage to act with Ron. enemy.
The coyotes retreated in a blink of an eye, and Ron was a little bit dumbfounded. He didn't plan to do anything to these guys yet, they escaped.
Ron squeezed his beard-filled chin, wondering if I was so scary?
Looking down at the Sword Spinosaurus that had been gnawed down to the skeleton, Ron shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he had no chance to temper himself today.
The opportunity Ron was referring to refers to challenging powerful alien beasts and tempering himself in battle. This Sword Spinosaurus is one of them. Now Ron’s melee ability is greatly enhanced, and he is dealing with a small number of alien beasts. There is no need to summon skeletons to assist in the battle. His bone spear makes him fascinated, and combines some sword skills. In the battle of life and death, he has explored a nearly perfect way of fighting. He has become the first in the history of undead magic. A necromancer who is good at close combat.
However, as his fame spreads far and wide, the opportunities for such fights are becoming less and less. On the Plains of Despair, there is almost no daring to challenge his existence.
And Ron did not take the initiative to hunt down the escaped alien beasts. He believes that an alien beast that has lost fighting spirit has no value for training other than satisfying his own killing.
"Forget it, I'll go back soon..."
Ron was a little disappointed. After thinking about it, he should go back and cultivate his soul power. After spending two days on the Plains of Despair, there was no strange beast that took the initiative to attack him.
In the eastern mountains of the Plains of Despair, Ron yanked a few places full of dead branches, revealing a cave. He lowered his head and got in.
This cave is where Ron has lived in the past few months. The cave is filled with densely packed beast fur, various materials and magic cores, almost filling the entire cave.
If someone came to see Ron placing these monster materials randomly, he would definitely berated his prodigal. How could such a precious thing be thrown here like garbage?
Looking at these things, Ron couldn’t help laughing. Several space bags were already filled with materials, but there were still a lot of things that couldn’t fit at all. Ron didn’t know what to do. He already threw a lot of them outside the cave. , But there is so much left in the cave.
Ron brushed the dust on the ground and sat down cautiously. He took a deep breath, calmed down a somewhat messy mood, and entered a state of cultivation. After a while, he frowned.
"Strange! I have been cultivating assiduously for the past few months. Why hasn't my soul power grown much? It feels like I'm stepping in place..."
Ron has been puzzled by this question. It stands to reason that he should break through now.
Breakthrough!
Ron’s current goal is to break through the Intermediate Necromancer. He feels that since breaking through the division level, his soul power has not been greatly increased in practice. Before that, he had also consulted Huo Meilin on this matter. Grandpa, what Grandpa Huo Meilin told him is that at each level above the Necromancer, it becomes extremely difficult to improve at each level. In addition to hard practice, more opportunities are needed. And this opportunity is hard to come by. Keep a normal heart, maybe a breakthrough is just around the corner.
"Plain Heart..."
Ron carefully considered Grandpa Khomelin's words, but he couldn't understand this ordinary heart.
People have all kinds of **. Some people like money, some people like power, and more people have been pursuing strength throughout their lives. In the process of tracking strength, more people are dissatisfied with their own strength.
Senior-level people want to become teachers-level strong, teachers-level strong hope to become master-level powerhouses, and master-level strong people hope to become sanctuary-level powerhouses.
** There is no end to it. Just because there is **, there is pursuit. With the pursuit, it is impossible to maintain a calm mind. This is fundamentally a contradiction. How can this be brought together.
"Forget it, I don't want to! Let's practice with peace of mind..." Ron smiled bitterly and shook his head. Perhaps, as Grandpa Khomelin said, it would be natural for the machine to meet himself.
At this time, there was a thunder and lightning outside, and there was not a long time pouring rain.
Rain is a normal thing on the Plains of Despair. The land is fertile because of it. Fortunately, Ron is hiding in the cave, otherwise he will become a drenched chicken.
He breathed out slightly, and saw Ron's hands folded into a claw shape, his mind condensed, and a trace of soul power overflowed from his body.
The black ball of light condensed by a large amount of soul power was pinched in his hand and turned gently, madly absorbing the soul power of Ron.
Form a consumption, and then grow again. This is a process of soul power cultivation. This process is the same as the mage of a magician.
Ron closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Ron sat quietly in the cave and practiced. I don't know how long it had passed. At this time, he only felt a cold in his legs.
Opening his eyes slightly, Ron frowned. Because of the frequent rain, Ron made the entrance of the cave where he lived high, and at this time, there was somebody above the high cave. In the small gap, a trace of rain flowed in through the rupture, forming a small stream and seeping onto his feet.
"This is..."
Ron's gaze condensed, and he was attracted by the small stream. What was in front of him was a small stream that was so curved that it was slowly flowing towards him.
When this small stream encountered a huge obstacle, it wisely flowed to one side and finally reached Ron's feet.
At this moment, Ron suddenly had a sense of understanding.
Follow the situation!
The so-called ordinary mind is not not not fighting for and not pursuing things that belong to you, but in the process of pursuing and fighting, always maintaining a calm state of mind, just like that small stream. Being influenced by the outside world, always stick to the heart.
To stick to the original mind, the most important thing is that in the process of cultivation, you must first let go of the obsession.
When Ron thought this way, in the black ball of light in his hand, the power of the soul suddenly turned frantically, Ron's mouth opened slightly and his eyes widened.
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