Renard had experienced a lot of spell cultivation in his dreams, but none of the spell cultivation dreams made him practice this spell that was later named "Life Absorption" by the Book of Death as disgusting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info felt the thought when Reynard had turned into a creature that could walk through rocks as easily as stabbing cream through rocks, approaching the ground.

At that time, Renard was unconscious, and when he felt that these actions seemed to be of his own will, he suddenly heard the voice of the Book of Death: "Hey, boy, wake up!" Renard opened his "eyes" and saw that the Book of Death was floating beside him, whether it was supposed to be a rock formation, the rapid movement speed of "himself" now did not stop the light of the Book of Death and its relative stillness with himself. Renard tried to stop his dream, but found that although he could feel the body, he couldn't control any of its movements.

Renard very simply stopped trying to control the body, allowing the body to penetrate the stratum on its own, and the soul sent a signal to the Book of Death: "What's going on? There's never been a time before that I couldn't control myself!" The Book of Death responded, "Did you try to make yourself do anything against the will of the dream?"

Renard was shocked when he heard this, whether it was when he was learning the Holy Light Technique, he went to treat those Earth soldiers of all ages on the battlefield, or the bright and clean treasure hall when he practiced meditation, or the orc he dealt with when he practiced the Vertigo Technique, or whatever, he always thought that he should do what he wanted, and he had never wanted to stop when he should go up and devour a certain creature like now.

Renard asked the Book of Death again: "What are these dreams all about? Can you tell me here?" The light of the Book of Death kept flickering: "When you are in the main world, I can't tell you, but it's okay here, this is your spiritual world, even if it is a god, you can't invade it when you are mentally intact!" Your spirit resonates with a powerful individual, and that powerful individual mobilizes some spiritual power and afterimages of time and space to generate these illusionary dreams, so that your spirit can enter these dreams and be elevated, and then feed everything from the dreams back into your soul!"

"Feedback into the soul?" Reynard asked without understanding, and the Book of Death muttered: "If there is no dream feedback, you can think that you are playing an online game by making these dreams, in which you create a human mage, throw a fireball spell on a kobold in the Northshire Abbey, and then you kill the kobold to gain experience points." In this process, your character's soul gains experience in using fireballs, and the kobold's soul becomes some data into your character's soul, giving your character's soul a boost. But you're a player sitting in front of the computer, and you look at it all and know that your character is powerful, but it's none of your business. ”

Renard realized something: "Then, the soul feedback is ......" The Book of Death trembled up and down a few times, and nodded: "Yes, create these things that are originally just obtained by your game character and inject them into your soul, this is the soul feedback you get!" This is one of the reasons why I brought you to this world!"

The Book of Death didn't care at all that this would make Renard angry, and no one would be happy if he lived a good life on Earth, and was pulled directly over, without even asking for advice. However, Renard was too lazy to be angry with the Book of Death about this, and he asked, "Why did I get this feedback?" and the Book of Death replied, "Because that being wanted it, and I don't know why." ”

Renard cautiously asked: "Who is this existence?" The Book of Death trembled left and right this time, that is, he shook his head: "I can't guess, I can only see that TA is at least at the level of a true god, about the same as the god of truth, but it is definitely not the god of truth." In the words of the cultivators, it is at least a legendary power. It's useless for you to explore now, they don't want you to know who you are, and you certainly won't know. ”

Renard silently accepted his fate. Then he thought about his original intention: "Then what are you doing when you come in?, how can you come in?" The answer of the Book of Death had a bit of anger disguised purely for the sake of momentum: "Nonsense, this spell was created by Lao Tzu, and there is a causal connection with Lao Tzu, why can't Lao Tzu come in." Then the Book of Death spun around: "But I didn't expect that these would have something to do with the world of Cthulhu......"

Renard suddenly had a little foreboding: "Cthulhu?" The voice of the Book of Death became a little smug: "It seems that you don't know what you are like now, boy!" Then it transmitted a mental image, and Reynard saw in his mind a light gray flesh sac close to a cone that was shrinking and elongating to move forward, and on the wide side there were dense many tentacles sticking out, these tentacles resembled octopus tentacles, but where they should have been suckers became sharp teeth, and there were two additional rows of sharp teeth on either side, and the tentacles were constantly spinning, cutting through the surrounding rocks and making a path for "themselves" to go forward. Looking at the roots of the tentacles, Renard found that the tentacles were all sticking out of the outer part of the skin on the back of the conical body of "himself".

The triumphant voice of the Book of Death came: "Haha, the Driller Worm of the Cthulhu World, I've always liked it, look at your current appearance and you're still an adult!" Looking at the appearance of this thing, combined with the clear feeling on his body, Renard felt that the sleeping human body would definitely get goosebumps. Renard took a few non-existent deep breaths - or maybe his human body did - to calm himself down, approaching for ten seconds before forcing himself not to recall the image of the Driller Worm that the Book of Death gave him: "You came to wake me up to disgust me?"

The Book of Death happily spun in place in the air: "I'm not so bored!" Renard roared in his heart at this time: "You're so boring!" Then the tone of the Book of Death became serious: "I hope you can come to your senses and feel every detail of casting this spell well, instead of casting this spell easily according to your now powerful body instinct, otherwise if you lose a few details, you will definitely suffer a loss when casting spells in the human world!" Renard replied through gritted teeth: " I-will-try-my-best!”

At this time, Renard's body of the Drilling Demon Worm finally came out of the ground, exiting into a dark forest, it seemed to be night, and there was no moon in the sky, but Renard could "see" the surroundings clearly, but he would rather not see anything after seeing it: the blades of grass on the ground looked weird, like snake-tail-like structures, and a few of them suddenly stood up and opened their "tails" The tiny mouth at the tip of the mouth eats the small insects that fly nearby, and when the blade of grass opens its mouth, there are several green structures connected between the upper and lower jaws. The leaves of the nearby bushes were a little too small, and the whole thing was constantly trembling slightly, as if breathing, and I didn't know what kind of creature it would be.

At this time, Renard looked at his body and the shadow power in the air had a little resonance, and the tips of several of his tentacles instantly drew a tiny magic array, only to see that the leaves on the "bushes" just now turned into small snakes with tails on both sides, and quickly spread around, and the "bushes" became a long tube after losing the leaves, but the body was full of strange creatures that were densely packed with small holes that contained those small snakes before, and this creature also crawled away one by one, avoiding Renard's current body.

Reynard resisted the urge of a light of judgment to kill all the creatures here, and couldn't help but roar in his heart: "What is this TM world-shattering! It's really disgusting! Who TM has a brain disease to create these things?" The Book of Death smiled: "I was similar to you when I first saw it, but now I like it a little bit here, maybe you will do the same in the future!" "Get out!" Reynard, who was already very tired after the roar, didn't want to fight with the Book of Death, and began to observe the changes on the scene.

Behind the "bushes" just now, there was a mound-like figure, with the spell cast by Renard's body just now, this "mound" stood up, the lower half of the body is four black legs, and there are also sheep's hooves, but the upper body is full of eyes and open mouths mixed together, there are no organs such as a head at all, and there are a bunch of tentacles on the back that are directly erected.

Renard spoke weakly, "How much does that neurotic creator of this world like tentacles?" The Book of Death replied, "It itself was a large octopus in the universe of Hiling ARB-377582691 before it became a god." Don't think about these things that you have and don't have, your body has just used mind control, and you're ready to start devouring this black goat, so feel it!"

Renard didn't want to say anything about the fate of the disgusting tentacle goat that he was about to experience eating himself, and he watched as his tentacles slipped into the goat's mouth and stirred inside, and then the goat knelt down weakly, and the tentacles drooped. Then his mind instinctively crossed the spell array of the life absorption spell, and then all the tentacles that he drilled into the black goat's body began to emit a blood-red light, and then the black goat's body dried up, and he felt a strange sense of satisfaction, just like the human body was full of food, and as the absorption continued, the black goat's shriveled body also turned into red light and flowed into his tentacles, and the black goat after being swallowed did not even have a little residue left, at this time Renard felt that the vitality on his body had increased a lot, and it seemed to be more energetic。

After absorbing it, Renard sensed that it was his own Drill Demon Worm that drilled directly back into the ground, and then scanned it slightly, and drilled towards the next creature. The scanning process had already presented an image of the creature in Renard's mind: it was an eyeless, tentacle with suckers underneath, covered in mucus, and a huge mouth at the end of the tentacle, which was densely packed with teeth.

Renard felt the limbs of his human body go limp, and his sleeping body and his soul in the dream roared loudly, "FXCK!"