Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 10: Genius Necromancer

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"Grandpa Huo Meilin... can we start now?" Ron couldn't wait.

Huo Meilin smiled, "Yes, you can sit down and listen to my orders..."

"Yes, Grandpa Huo Meilin..." Ron's eyes were firm. He sat cross-legged, watching his nose and heart, his eyes fixed on Huo Meilin.

"Don't be so nervous, relax..." Huo Meilin smiled, "It's started..."

Homelin's eyes moved, his eyes became extremely sharp, his fingertips stretched out, and a black light radiated directly at Ron's brow.

"It hurts..."

Ron only felt a pain in his head, and he almost cried out.

"Hold it, Ron, this is a necessary process." Huo Meilin snorted coldly.

"Yes."

Ron gritted his teeth and forbeared, but the feeling was really painful. The pain was painful to the bones and deep in the soul. He didn't know where the pain was, but the pain was so real.

Ron felt that his world was about to collapse, and the sky was overcast.

Large beads of sweat dripped from Ron's cheeks, and his body trembled.

Ron gritted his teeth and kept admonishing himself in his heart, "Ron, didn't you always want to learn magic? Don't you want to avenge grandfather? You can't stand even a little pain, what can you do? "

"No, I have to endure. In order to learn magic, I have to endure no matter how much pain I suffer. In order to avenge my grandpa, I am not afraid of death. I am afraid of this pain?"

Ron's heart gradually calmed down, and he began to adapt to the pain.

Seeing here, Huo Meilin couldn't help but secretly praised, "Yes, this kid's patience is really strong."

Huo Meilin said, "To test the strength of the soul, a special testing tool is needed, but unfortunately I don't have it now. I can only wrong you... My child, bear with me."

What Huo Meilin did was to separate the soul from Ron's body. The pain was very much tolerable. However, Ron was born to endure it, and he didn't even hum.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Huo Meilin, I can't help it..." Ron's voice was shaking.

"Crack, click..."

At this time, Ron felt that his head was about to split, and he seemed to hear the sound.

At this time, Ron's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose began to emit black air at the same time. This black air was looming, making people unreal.

Under Huo Meilin's guidance, these blacks began to gradually condense on Ron's head, forming a black light cluster. The light cluster grew larger and larger, turning into mist for a while, and turning into Ron's appearance.

This is Ron's soul. Homelin took out his soul and carefully observed the power of his soul. This was a way to do it.

"Huh? Such a strong soul power. Even in the past natural disaster churches, this child was a rare good seedling..."

The black air mass was constantly shaking, but it was different in Khomelin's eyes. He could tell at a glance that Ron's soul power was not weak.

Huo Meilin nodded secretly. He made a gesture and pushed with both hands flatly. The black light ball entangled Ron's head suddenly spread out, again from Ron's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Drilled back.

Ron only felt his head light, and hid on the ground with a "boom--".

The pain disappeared, and Ron's world returned to its original state.

"Um—"

Ron groaned, got up from the ground, reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked eagerly, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, how is my talent?"

Homelin smiled, "Ron, congratulations, you have a good talent, and you are absolutely qualified to practice undead magic."

"It's great—"

Ron jumped three feet high, jumped up and almost put his head on the short mine. He was really happy that he could finally learn undead magic.

"Grandpa Huo Meilin, I was worried to death just now, I thought I couldn't make it anymore..." Ron stuck out his tongue.

Homelin smiled slightly, "Ron, in fact, you don’t have to worry about it. Our undead system is different from the magic system. Even if you cannot become a necromancer, you can also become a death knight, shadow assassin, necromancer, and warlock. Your grandfather’s hatred is enough."

"There are so many professions in undead magic?" Ron couldn't help but slap his tongue, and then he turned to smile, "Grandpa Khomelin, can I practice undead magic now?"

Huo Meilin shook his head and said with a smile, "Ron, do you know what undead magic is to practice?"

"Is it spiritual power?" Ron thought for a while and replied. He knew that magicians cultivate spiritual power, and he thought the Necromancer was the same.

"No..." Huo Meilin shook his head. He saw Ron didn’t understand and decided to start from another aspect, "Ron, you have to know that there are various elements in the world, they are fire. , Earth, wind, thunder, water, light, darkness, etc. These elements exist in the space around us."

"Surrounding space, do we also have it here?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Of course there is."

"Then why can't I see?"

"They are very small, so you can't see them, but they are everywhere!"

"Oh—" Ron nodded seemingly.

"The nature of magic and fighting spirit is actually the same. They are both the use of various elemental powers between heaven and earth. However, they also have differences. Magic lies in controlling, controlling various elemental powers between heaven and earth. He does not have any power, his power lies in "mobilization"."

"Walking Qi is the opposite. He absorbs certain elements between heaven and earth into his body and releases elemental power from the body. This requires a very strong physique to accommodate so many elements of heaven and earth. But his elements Power is not infinite. When used in battle, it will be consumed. When it is consumed, it needs to be restored. To restore is to absorb the elements of heaven and earth again before continuing to fight." Huo Meilin said.

"In other words, magic and fighting qi are actually the difference between one inside the body and the other outside..." Ron said after thinking about it.

"Smart—" Huo Meilin smiled.

"Oh, no wonder magicians are much better than warriors. It turns out that they can mobilize the elements outside the body. Naturally, the elemental power outside the body is much greater than the inside..." Ron understood a little bit.

"Not exactly like this..." Huo Meilin shook his head, "Although the magician can mobilize elements, he can't mobilize too much. How much he can mobilize is determined by his own mental power, and cannot Unlimited mobilization of heaven and earth elements..."

Huo Meilin said slowly and quietly, "If this can be done...it is already a god..."

"So that's it—" Ron nodded, "So the starting point of the wizard and the warrior is not much different..."

"You are wrong again. The reason why magicians are noble is that the number of magicians is less than that of fighters, and the other is that most of magic are group skills, which are much more practical than the single skills of fighters..."

Huo Meilin smiled, "Of course, group skills, we also have Necromancers, but our cultivation of Necromancer is different from magic and vindictiveness. What we cultivate is-soul power, that is, soul power. "

"The power of the soul?" Ron didn't quite understand, "The soul also has power?"

"Of course, the size of your soul power determines your level of magic. With enough soul power, you can use undead magic, even extremely powerful undead magic. These all require powerful soul power. As support." Huo Meilin said.

"So, how do you cultivate soul power?" Ron thought for a while.

"Concentrate, feel your soul first..."

In the abandoned mine, Ron was sitting in a weird posture, his eyes closed, his hands stretched out flat, his five fingers bent into a grasping shape, quietly feeling his soul power.

Soul power, soul power...

Ron kept chanting this sentence in his heart, but it was strange that he had been sitting for a long time without feeling at all.

Ron was sweating profusely in anxiety, for fear that he could not feel the power of the soul and could not practice undead magic. The more anxious he was, the less he would feel it. The sweat on his forehead, his body kept shaking.

"No, Grandpa Huo Meilin, I can't feel anything..." Ron was a little discouraged and put his hands down.

Homelin smiled, "Ron, you are too impatient, I know, you are eager to avenge grandpa, but it affects your mood, the more anxious, the more difficult it is. In this way, you can relax your mind and don't think about anything. Feel your soul quietly."

"Yes, Grandpa Khomelin..." Ron nodded heavily, and made that weird posture again.

Don't think about anything... Don't think about anything...

A blank...A blank...

I don't know how long it took, Ron began to gradually enter the state, and the mysterious undead magic finally opened a door for him.

"Where is this place?"

Ron seemed to have entered an illusion. At first, it was blank. Slowly, his world began to emerge clearly. At first, there was a little black air. He rubbed his eyes and saw a little more.

The blackness is getting bigger and bigger, and more and more, slowly, outline the appearance of a figure.

Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise. The figure was not someone else, but himself. He saw himself, sitting there in a weird posture, and a black air appeared on his eyebrows, constantly Rotating, exuding a little power, although these powers are small, Ron can feel it very clearly.

"I feel it, Grandpa Huo Meilin, I feel it, this is soul power..." Ron shouted excitedly.

"Genius..." A smile appeared at the corner of Huo Meilin's mouth. He entered the state so quickly, and felt the power of the soul so quickly. Ron's aptitude can only be described in the word genius, and he can't think of it as a little carrot. Ron, who was a head, had such a high talent in soul cultivation.

The light group dispersed, Ron opened his eyes, his face was filled with excitement, "Grandpa Huo Meilin, I feel it, I finally feel it..."

"Very good..." Huo Meilin smiled, and then he closed his smile, "In that case, start practicing now..."