The figure in front of him made Wren go into a trance, thinking back to the demon Khakassi he had seen in the first place. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's strange, how is it that there is only the breath of Khakassia, and not the slightest trace of Ruerdor?" the man muttered to himself, his voice rolling like thunder.

These words made Wren's heart startled, and his eyes immediately became strange.

He felt as if he was about to hit the ground running, and he had come across a good deal that had been delivered to his door.

He looked sideways, and saw the strange tree standing there lifelessly, without the slightest abnormality.

"I am Danas, the god of death, believe in me, and I will grant you extraordinary powers!" Danas said, after glancing around and seeing nothing unusual.

For the lifeless tree, he didn't notice the fluctuation of power, so he didn't care.

The sea of consciousness of human beings is the most amazing place, not to mention that there are strange trees like Rennes, and some people even have bright moons and stars in the sea of consciousness.

Wren looked even more eccentric.

Danas, the god of death, he has heard, is a notorious demon on the Shenyao Continent, and his followers are cruel and deceitful.

Seeing that Wren didn't say anything, Danas's brows furrowed slightly.

"Hmph, what a stubborn human!" he snorted, and his momentum exploded.

Due to Wren's frequent use these days, the somewhat unstable fireball and divine protection witchcraft models collapsed in an instant under this invisible force.

The sharp pain from the depths of his soul made Wren snort in pain, and his face was as pale as paper.

At the same time as Danas unleashed its power, the strange tree seemed to awaken, and a green line peeked out from its tender green bud, binding Danas in an instant.

Danas was trying to force his mark on Wren's consciousness in order to control this strange human, and suddenly underwent this change, and a look of astonishment appeared on his hideous face.

He tried to struggle, but found that he couldn't move at all.

It seems that this power is just for itself.

A silver line was stripped from Danas and added to Wren's consciousness.

Danas was shocked to find that his power was running by speed, and that damn little human was growing stronger.

He looked back in horror and found that all this had happened to the strange tree that he had neglected.

"What kind of strange thing is this, is it a legendary-level witch weapon, or is it a legendary artifact?" Danas was heartbroken.

When his consciousness projection shrank to the size of Wren, he stared at Wren and said hatefully, "I will definitely kill you!"

Wren sneered: "You demons can only use the power of words, Khakassia said the same thing, but unfortunately I haven't seen him yet." ”

Danas was reluctant to disappear into nothingness.

The majestic power was surging in Wren's sea of consciousness, his consciousness body was already five meters high, and the strength of his spiritual power had already broken through the limit of a twenty-kilogram weight.

This filled his heart with joy, and he looked at the strange tree, and the branch that had sprouted a bud had grown green.

"I don't know what you are, but I still want to thank you. Wren bowed to the tree.

He took a deep breath and began to reconstruct the model of the sorcery of fireball and divine protection.

He was traumatized by the collapse of the sorcery model, but the replenishment of Danas's power had allowed him to recover.

Since it had been successful before, it was not a hassle to do this time, and in a short time the two models rose like two stars.

Wren exits the sea of consciousness and returns to his essence.

He was still in the hollow of the tree, leaning against the side wall.

My neck is sore, my arms are numb, and I don't look like I'm sleeping well.

Stealthily picking open the bushes in front of him, Wren almost screamed in shock.

Across from him were two football-sized eyes and a large, long, flat mouth.

The rough breath that came out of the snort made him feel fishy, and he almost fainted.

It's the thunder lizard!

Is this thing going to be digested so quickly and want to eat itself?

Wren's back was instantly soaked, and he subconsciously arranged a layer of divine protection for himself.

Woo-......

A tender red tongue poked out in front of him, blocked by a white divine refuge.

Wren could make out the fork at the tip of his tongue, which seemed to have a bit of ink monkey hair hanging from it.

The tongue was blocked, and there was a hint of doubt in the thunder lizard's football-sized eyes.

Wren sneered: Eat as much as you want, what does it mean to lick and lick?

He thought of a way to get out.

Suddenly, I heard a strange hissing from the thunderstorm lizard.

The voice is not loud, faintly revealing grievances.

Its two big eyes were also full of grievances.

Grievance!

That's right, Wren clearly saw its grievances, like a child who was refused to be hugged by adults.

A flash of light flashed through Wren's mind, and he suddenly thought of the legend of the Storm Thunder Lizard.

This guy is said to be a descendant of the Mount of Danas of the Grim Reaper and is with the Grim Reaper.

Think of the words of the fool of Danas talking to himself in the sea of consciousness, the smell of Khakassia, the smell of Ruerdor......

Isn't Rurdor the true name of the God of the Solar?

Could it be that Danas really came for himself?

And now, because he absorbed the power in the Danas projection, he had the breath of Danas on his body, and he was recognized by this thunder lizard as the incarnation of death......

Wren felt more and more that his guess was accurate.

He tentatively withdrew his spiritual power, and the white light mask on his body flashed away.

The thunder lizard's eyes suddenly showed a look of surprise, and it stretched out its long tongue to lick Wren.

The fishy smell made Wren frown, and he resisted his disgust and accepted its overtures.

Half an hour later.

Wren was half-lying on the back of the thunder lizard, with a stick of grass in his mouth, leisurely looking over the jungle.

Now his spiritual power can control a weight of about thirty-three kilograms, which is far more than the requirements of a second-order wizard.

Raising another seven kilograms, that is, absorbing the crystal nuclei of seventy first-order demonic beasts, you can reach the level of a third-order wizard.

This kind of rapid progress made Wren a little dazed, and the loyal thunder lizard under him made him feel like a dream.

......Shh

A first-order magical beast hidden in the tree, the Firewing Sparrow, was caught in the mouth of the Thunder Lizard, and a moment later, a green magic core was curled by it with its tongue and sent to Rayne.

"What a good boy. Wren took the core and melted and absorbed it with a fireball on the spot.

In this jungle, the Thunder Lizard is really like a demon god, and there are four demonic beasts killed along the way.

Looking at the map, Wren found this situation to be somewhat unusual.

Because he also found several second-order demonic beasts.

The appearance of the Thunder Lizard may be due to Danas, but what about the other second-order demonic beasts that should belong to the deeper part of the jungle?

Wren was only slightly puzzled and put it behind him.

That's a good thing for him.

His mind was more on the other side, the matter of his life.

[My friend got married in the past two days, and I didn't save the manuscript, and I just came back today and I've been coding words, and there is a change at night, and I will start updating normally from 9 to 8 tomorrow, and I ask for a recommendation ticket]