Rain break. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The jungle rose overnight, and there was no trace of death in the green mountain forest.

The huge green leaves stretched out overnight, the bones of the beasts were buried in the mud, and in the shallow mire there were a few fish swimming around, as thin as the tip of a needle, down the stream. Everything is alive.

Those messy memories also disappeared, chaotic and confused, and outside the spiritual energy of the apocalypse, he didn't know where the girl in his arms had gone. I remember that my chaotic thoughts when I was dying supported me.

He remembered that he seemed to be trying his best to save her with his own blood, hoping that she would survive, and when it rained, his body began to stiffen. In the end, I didn't know anything.

His body was buried by the heavy rain, and not even a trace was left. The beasts of the past hurried past the dirt above his head, and even stopped at times, and pulled a soak of poop, if it was simply unbearable in the past, the apocalypse could not do anything now. He couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.

In the beginning, Apocalypse didn't believe in all of this at all. He didn't believe that his body had turned into stone for no reason.

He tried to think about it, he didn't promise anything in his memory, his consciousness was already confused at that time, and he didn't know if everything before was true.

Simo finally woke up in the morning after a heavy rain and opened her eyes. This eye is not dim, and even glows with a kind of radiance, but the eyes look so sad and resentful.

She cried for a long time, maybe it was time to tire her, maybe the tears had dried up, and when she got up, her pain was no longer on her face. But there was no way to tell the pain in her heart, and she made up her mind.

Deplete the last trace of elemental spell energy in your body. She poured all her magical energy into a magical table summoned from another world.

The excessive amount of magical energy and even a hint of life magic make this magic table retain for a long time. The dining table was placed in front of the apocalypse, and the mud and sand buried it in a short time. Although it was an energetic delicacy, it now seemed more like a magical work of art. It exudes an alluring scent.

If it hadn't rained here, perhaps this fine piece of art would not have been preserved, if not eroded by the harsh environment, or forcibly possessed by the remaining creatures. But now it is silently lying in front of the apocalypse. The rain that night brought so much energy that the creatures here didn't even bother to excavate this artistic masterpiece underground.

Seamus recited the incantation, forgetting all the elemental spells he had learned. Use your own blood to carve out a strange magic circle on the land on the head of Apocalypse.

The legendary forbidden technique actually succeeded.

Simo didn't know the evil of this spell at all, and accidentally got it, which has always been Simo's confusion. Simo's keen elemental perception made him know that this spell was not that popular at all, and that all the elements he could sense were leaping out of his body, and it was a desire to escape from being alive and dodging.

Later, Simo learned a lot of allusions in the mainland and learned that the book was called "The Book of Creation", although the name is very good, but it is indeed considered to be the book of evil, this kind of magic that relies on mortal thoughts and vitality as the source is indeed extraordinary, every time you fight against people, the opponent's vitality is looted, and the corpse is like a dry corpse, it is said that the practice to the end, you can even control the body of the dead to fight.

The greatest advantage of this book is that few people know about it. As for the strong people who practiced this kind of spell in history, they all became stronger and stronger, and they didn't kill an enemy, and the enemy's power seemed to be controlled by the caster, how many years have passed, but I didn't expect this book to appear again, but it fell into the hands of a little girl named Qianmo.

With an urge to save people, Simo couldn't tell the difference between good thoughts of death and evil thoughts, and in this place of death, after losing the first person in her life who made her feel warm, with the strange rain of energy, she successfully cultivated into the legendary "Book of Evil".

When Simo succeeded, it was as if there was a monster from another world, which flashed in Simo's heart, conveying an incomparably sacred and arrogant thought. Construct a perfect world with huge spiritual energy, this world is dominated and created by Simo, Simo is the master of this world, and can control a person's life and death at will, as long as the power is strong enough.

Simo made a strange sound like a scavenging bird from a grave, making the strange jungle shiver.

A mutated demon ape, wailing and approaching Simo step by step, crawling at Simo's feet in pain, the spiritual idea conveyed by Simo's beast head staff made the demon ape's body involuntarily, and the source of life turned into energy that was visible to the naked eye and drilled into Simo's palm, and finally turned into a dazzling energy. Simo muttered the incantation, the energy flashed, and disappeared into Simo's hand, Simo's expression was extremely distorted, it was an expression of extreme satisfaction, like a smoker who failed to quit smoking, and finally couldn't resist the temptation, and rekindled the expression of the cigarette that was too addictive.

The energy of the demon ape was drained away, and the huge body finally thought of a few straws. Simo waved the beast head staff in her left hand, and the demon ape's body finally turned to powder, leaving nothing behind.

I don't know how many times such a scene flashed in the forest, I don't know how many monsters disappeared in the forest, the more beasts were killed, the more difficult it seemed to be to control Simo's mind, Simo's hair was scattered, and she gritted her teeth crazily, and in the end, Simo didn't seem to have any consciousness at all, and her eyes were bubbling with a three-foot-long red light, yes, yes, the red eyes made the monsters shudder with the burst of energy, and Simo mechanically harvested the life in the forest.

Eventually, the mighty beasts in the forest were swept away, and Simo's frenzied steps swayed.

Apocalypse didn't believe that this person was the Siamo he knew. This person is disheveled, his expression is withered, the huge beast head staff looks hideous, as if it has been made into a magic staff alive, the magician's white robe has become ragged, so many days of wandering and fighting in the jungle, so that her robe can not see a little bit of the original appearance, from the exposed legs, it can be seen that because of the flood of energy, the skin of Simo's body at this time has become crystal clear, as if this world does not exist at all, and the breath is suffocating beauty and power.

Simo silently recited the incantation, injecting green life energy into the ground above Apocalypse's head, and the strange magic pattern emitted a pale red light, flashing away, swallowing the energy Simo had collected these days.

Qian Mo was extremely tired, and the crazy murderous thoughts on her body were finally suppressed with the retreat of energy, and her crystal skin even showed some old state, although it was rare, but how could such a thing not make people feel heartache when it was put on a flower girl!

Simo also knew the drawbacks of practicing this life magic. In the future, his body will get older day by day, and the crazy desire to kill will get worse day by day, unless there is a new breakthrough in his realm, otherwise, any one of the thirst for killing and aging will kill Simo, Simo doesn't know if it's worth it, maybe he can't wait for the day when the person buried in the soil gets up again.

Qian Mo is the same as other people who practice this kind of spell, they can only cultivate desperately, and the only thing that the realm does not improve for a long time is death, what is more cruel than this?