Cataclysmic Transformation

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With the help of the fat man, Ron ’s skeleton will soon grow and grow, and there are almost a hundred members. Of course, this person is still a distance away from Hefels and Xia Ya. The most important are these The number of people varies greatly, and most of the freshmen at the apprentice level.

During this time, Heifers instead fell silent, not knowing whether his ambition was snipered by Ron or a warning from his mentor. During this time, he did not cause large-scale provocations, but small-scale conflicts are still frequent. Have.

Ron at this time was in the classroom of the undead department, but now he is standing on the podium.

There were two people sitting on the desk of the rostrum, one was his mentor Vivian and the other was Vivian ’s father Jarod.

With the approval of Khomelin, Ron decided to spread the real undead magic. To rebuild the Scourge Church, a large number of necromancers were necessary.

Standing on the podium, facing two serious students, Ron felt very embarrassed. He was only fifteen years old. If he didn't take advantage of the ancient magic of the undead, how could he get him in a lecture.

Ron coughed and cleared Qingshuangzi, "Mr. Vivian, Ms. Jarod, now I'm starting to pass on your real undead magic ..."

At this time Vivienne said with a smile, "The word" tutor "is still omitted. Now that you are our tutor, we are your students ..."

Jarod said with a smile, "Yeah, yeah, Ron, let's call these etiquettes free ..."

"Uh!" Ron froze for a moment. "Okay, then I hope you don't ask questions in the process of learning. If you don't understand something, write it down. I will give an answer after class ..."

Ron was n’t a stand-off. In fact, Khomelin taught him this way. During the teaching process, it was strictly forbidden to ask questions, and he had to finish talking before he had any questions.

Next Ron began to lecture: "You are all learning about today's undead magic. From Vivienne's lecture, I know a little bit. Well, let's start with this aspect. Let me talk about the present undead magic and The difference between ancient undead magic ... "

"The undead magic that you are learning today comes from Master Kahn. Master Kahn devoted his life to studying undead magic, resurrecting it and spreading it. At this point, I admire it, but undead magic is a great skill Sen ’s knowledge, without systematic study, may not be able to be learned even with a complete book, besides, Master Kahn only got some fragments ... "

"... You're welcome to say that the undead magic created by Master Kahn is not undead magic at all. If I had to give my name, it would be better to call bone movement. Of course, there are innovations, such as the combination of bones The ancient Necromancer ca n’t do it, but these are clever things and do n’t have any practical value ... "

"The undead magic created by Master Kahn ignores the most important point, that is, soul power ... Skeleton without soul power is just a walking skeleton, which is why the Necromancer is called waste, the real undead Magic is not that simple ... "

Ron has a lot of talent for lectures. After experiencing the initial tension, the following became smooth. The two students listened very carefully. While listening, they wrote on the @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html book what.

Jarod was very old, his hair was gray, and he sat like a pupil in a proper manner, listening carefully and taking notes. From Ron's lecture, they heard the word "soul power" for the first time.

...

In a small courtyard behind the undead classroom, the three of them were sitting on the green grass.

"That's right ... Yes, concentrate on the spirit, gather the soul power ..." Ron said as he demonstrated seriously.

For a long time, Vivienne and Jarod were sweating anxiously, but they hadn't entered the state, and they couldn't even gather a trace of soul power.

"It's hard ..." It was learned that real undead magic was much more complicated than what they called undead. After a whole afternoon, learning soul power still made no progress. Vivienne couldn't help but feel discouraged.

"Come on slowly!" Ron said comfortingly. He knew that learning of the magic of the undead was not an easy task. It was already very rare that he used only one day to gather the soul power.

Time has passed for a long time.

"Forget it! Learn here today ..." Ron thought for a while. They learned the magic of the undead on the first day and needed time to absorb it. It didn't help to sit back like this. Maybe the next day they calmed down to learn better.

"Okay, Ron, let's go back first!" Vivienne smiled at Ron and said.

After the two left, Ron looked at the sky and said to himself, "It's still early, I'll practice for a while ..." He quickly calmed down, closed his eyes, and entered quietly. Cultivation status.

A trace of black gas oozes out of each pore of the body, like a small stream, and slowly flows into the sea. The so-called sea is the black ball held by Ron with one hand. The diameter of the black ball is About fifteen centimeters in size, floating in mid-air and suddenly rising and falling, absorbing the soul power of Ron.

Soul power is constantly condensing, the black ball is like a fat circle, it is getting bigger and bigger, and the soul power inside is more and more full.

Khomelin somehow stood in front of Ron as a ghost and smiled and nodded with satisfaction. "Ron's strength is getting stronger and stronger. I am afraid that it will be able to break through the Necromancer and rebuild in less than two years The goal of the Scourge Church is one step closer. "

In Khomelin's view, rebuilding the Scourge Church is not so simple, which means that to confront the Holy Church, at least it must reach the level of the Holy Domain strong.

Suddenly, Ron frowned, the black ball shuddered, and the calm power burst into waves.

A trace of soul power circling and dancing continuously, there are faint signs of instability.

Homelin was taken aback, "No, Ron's soul power is scattered ..."

Sure enough, Ron's soul power began to run out of control. Running frantically around his body, his face was red and white, and his body shivered constantly.

In practice, it is very rare for the soul power to be scattered, but it is also very dangerous. If you are not careful, the soul power is out of control and it is almost immortal. Can you imagine what a person will become without a soul? It's like walking dead.

"Not good!" Ron also noticed the bad, he tried desperately to control the soul power, but in vain, those violent soul powers continued to diverge, and there were signs of swallowing him.

"This is bad!"

Once the consciousness is swallowed, the consequences are unbearable.

Ron closed his eyes tightly. He didn't want to open his eyes, but he couldn't. His spiritual consciousness was gradually lost. He tried to control the soul power out of control and tried to calm them down.

"The situation is getting worse! No, this way Ron will be almost dead even if he doesn't die!" Khomelin immediately took measures to infuse his soul power into it.

"No, my soul power is repelled!" Khomelin wanted to enter Ron's body to help him calm down the violent soul power, but unfortunately Ron didn't open his heart, he was gradually lost at this time .

Khomelin worked hard for a long time, still in vain, finally chose to give up, sighed, and looked at Ron helplessly, "There is no way, this can only make him ask for more blessings!"

I don't know how long time has passed. Ron felt stunned and opened his eyes.

The sky is still gray. Above the sky, a burst of black smoke drifts past, adding a bit of desolation to the sky.

Ron crawled up and felt that everything around him was so familiar and so strange. "Where is this? Am I not in the back hill of the Department of Undead at Balovax College? How did I get here?"

Once Ron stood up, he was shocked.

He actually stood on the mountain ...

This is not an ordinary mountain. It is a mountain piled with countless corpses. Although this mountain is small, it can be made up of tens of thousands of corpses.

There were shocking reds, broken arms, open stomachs, puddles of blood, hanging bowels, Ron's heart pounding, and he suspected he was in hell.

Ron noticed that these people were wearing standard armor, and those who fell to the ground were still holding their arms tightly in their hands. It can be seen that there has just been a tragic war here.

Ron looked up, and the hill he was standing on was just one of the blood seas of the corpse mountain. There were countless such hills around him.

"What's the matter, I'm back in the battlefield of my dream?" Ron was horrified.

At this moment, the sky was full of wind, and not far away, something seemed to be calling him.

"What's there?" Ron went to the place subconsciously. His thoughts seemed to be out of his control, and he was confused. He walked step by step in that direction, as if there was someone he always wanted Looking for the answer.

"Someone!"

I don't know how long he left, and finally a group of people appeared in front of Ron's eyes. He immediately hid aside, fearing to be discovered, but those people didn't even see him at all. It seems reasonable that he had been discovered so close to him.

In front of Ron was a group of paladins in heavy armor. Those paladins seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and their armor was also damaged in many places.

In front of those paladins, there were dozens of people wearing black robes. Those in black robes were relatively clean, but their looks were weak, and they obviously lost their fighting ability. Their eyes were fearful. The body was also terrified, shaking, the two groups of people appeared to be in a hostile state, and the Paladin surrounded them.

At this time, a dressed soldier walked in front of a commander who looked like a leader, and said with a salute, "Sir, report this group of people refused to surrender, and intend to resist the end ..."