Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Grandpa Homelin ... Can we start now?" Ron couldn't wait.

Khomelin smiled, "Yes, you can sit down and listen to my orders ..." [Search for the latest updates

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

"You don't have to be so nervous, relax ..." Khomelin smiled. "It's started ..."

Khomelin's eyes moved, his eyes became extremely sharp, his fingertips stretched out, emitting a black light, directly at Ron's eyebrows.

"it hurts……"

Ron only felt a pain in his head and almost screamed.

"Hold back, Ron, this is a necessary process." Homelin sneered.

"Yes."

Ron gritted his teeth, but it was really painful. The pain was in 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.

Bean-sized sweat beads flowed down Ron's cheek, his body trembling.

Ron gritted his teeth and kept telling himself, "Ron, don't you always want to learn magic, don't you want to avenge your grandfather? You can't bear even the little pain, what can you do?"

"No, I have to endure. In order to learn magic, I have to endure it even in pain. In order to avenge my grandfather, I am not afraid of death. Are I afraid of this pain?"

Ron's heart gradually calmed down, and he slowly adapted to the pain.

Khomelin couldn't help seeing this in secret, "Yes, this kid's endurance is really strong."

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

What Khomelin did was to separate the soul from Ron's body, and the pain was very human-tolerable, but Ron was able to endure it without even humming.

"Relax, Grandpa Khomelin, I can't bear ..." Ron's voice was trembling.

"Click 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 a black gas at the same time. This black gas was looming, making people look unreal.

Under the guidance of Khomelin, these blacks gradually began to condense on Ron's head, forming a black luminous group. The luminous group became larger and larger, turning into mist and renown in a while.

This is Ron's soul. Khomelin pulled his soul out and carefully observed the power of his soul. This is a way to do nothing.

"Huh? What a strong soul power, even in the past natural disaster church, this child is also a rare good seedling ..."

The black air shuddered constantly, but it was different in Khomelin's eyes. He saw at a glance that Ron's soul strength was not weak.

Khomelin nodded secretly, he made a gesture, his hands pushed flatly, the black light mass wrapped around Ron's head suddenly spread out, and again drilled from Ron's eyes, ears, mouth, nose go back.

Ron only felt his head light, and he hid on the ground.

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

"Well--"

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

Khomelin smiled, "Ron, congratulations, your talent is good, and you are absolutely qualified to practice undead magic."

"Great--"

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

"Grandpa Khomelin, I just worried about dying me. I thought I couldn't hold it anymore ..." Ron said with a tongue out.

Khomelin smiled slightly, "Ron, in fact, you don't have to worry. Our undead department is different from the magic department. Even if you can't become a necromancer, you can also become a death knight, a shadow assassin, and a necromancer, warlock. Qiu, whatever is necessary is enough. "

"There are so many professions in Undead Magic?" Ron couldn't help but slurp, and then he turned to smile, "Grandpa Homelin, can I practice Undead Magic now?"

Homelin shook his head and said with a smile, "Ron, do you know what undead magic is about to cultivate?"

"Isn't it spiritual power?" Ron thought back and thought, he knew the magician's spiritual power, and he thought the Necromancer was the same.

"No ..." Khomelin shook his head. He didn't understand Ron and decided to start from the other side. "Ron, you know, 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. "

"Are there any spaces around us?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Of course."

"Then why can't I see?"

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

"Oh—" Ron nodded inexplicably.

"The essence of magic and fighting spirit is actually the same, and they are all the use of various elemental forces between heaven and earth. However, they are also different. Magic lies in control, controlling various elemental forces between heaven and earth. The magician does not have any Strength, his strength lies in "mobilization."

"And vindictiveness is the opposite, he is an expression that absorbs an element between heaven and earth into the body and releases the elemental power from the body @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html, which requires a very strong physique to accommodate so many heavens and earth Elements. However, his elemental strength is not infinite. It will be consumed when used for battle. When it is exhausted, it needs to be restored. Recovery is to absorb the elements of the world and earth before continuing the battle. "Khomelin said.

"That is to say, magic and grudge are actually the difference between one inside and one outside ..." Ron thought for a moment.

"Smart--" Khomelin smiled.

"Oh, no wonder the magician is much more powerful than the warrior. It turns out that they can mobilize the elements outside the body. The elemental forces outside the body are naturally much more than those inside the body ..." Ron understood a little.

"Not exactly ..." Khomelin shook his head. "Although the magician can mobilize the elements, he can't mobilize too much. How much he can mobilize is determined by his own spiritual power, and cannot be unlimited. Mobilize the world element ... "

Homer said slowly and quietly, "If this can be done ... it is already a **** ..."

"It turns out that--" Ron nodded. "So the starting point of the magician and the warrior is not much different ..."

"You are wrong again. The reason why the magician is noble is because the number is less than that of the warrior. Second, because most of the magic is a group skill, the role is much more practical than the single skill of the warrior ..."

Khomelin smiled, "Of course, group skills, we also have Necromancer, but our practice of undead magic is different from magic and grudge, what we cultivate is-soul power, which is the power of soul."

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

"Of course, the size of the soul power determines the level of your magic level. With enough soul power, you can use undead magic, even powerful undead magic, which requires strong soul power for support. "Hommering said.

"It turns out that, how do you cultivate soul power?" Ron thought for a moment.

"Focus on the spirit and feel your soul first ..."

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

Soul power, soul power ...

Ron kept meditating this sentence in his heart, but it was strange that he hadn't felt the slightest feeling after sitting for a long time.

Ron was sweating anxiously, fearing that he could not feel the power of the soul and could not practice the magic of the undead.

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

Khomelin smiled, "Ron, you are too anxious. I know that your revenge on Grandpa affects your state of mind. The more anxious the better, so you do n’t want to think about anything and feel quiet Own soul. "

"Yes, Grandma Homelin ..." Ron nodded heavily, and took on that weird gesture again.

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

A blank ... a blank ...

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

"What is this place?"

Ron seemed to have entered a illusion, first a blank, slowly, his world began to emerge clearly, first a little black gas, he rubbed his eyes and saw a little bit.

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

Ron opened his mouth in surprise. The figure was none other than himself. It was himself. He saw himself and was sitting there in a weird posture. A black air appeared on his eyebrows and was constantly spinning. Emitting a little force, these forces are very small, but Ron can feel it very clearly.

"Feel it, Grandpa Khomelin, I feel it, this is soul power ..." Ron shouted excitedly.

"Genius ..." A smile appeared on the corner of Khomelin's mouth. He entered the state at such a rapid rate, and felt the power of the soul so quickly. Ron's qualification can only be described by the word genius. Ron, he has such a high talent in soul cultivation.

The light group dissipated, Ron opened his eyes, his face filled with excitement, "Grandpa Khomelin, I feel it, I finally feel it ..."

"Very good ..." Khomelin smiled, and then he smiled, "Since that's the case, I'll start practicing now ..."