There are not many examples of fern-leaf plants becoming demons, and more of them are directly stoned to death by this extraordinary material.

Or some extraordinary materials are actually seeds, which take root in the soil, absorb the nutrients of the earth, and gradually germinate and grow.

Compared with the demon formation rate of the Thunder Mountain Range, the demon formation rate of the plants outside is almost miserable, and none of them are enough to describe.

It should be nine deaths!

Right!

Not all of these extraordinary materials have entered the field of plants, but more have fallen into the mountains and rivers.

And there are creatures there, too!

Worm-like creatures!

A green leaf fell into the river, causing a swarm of worms to scratch their flagella and swim to it to suck curiously.

Sweet and delicious.

More and more worm-like creatures swam from all over the river, and little by little green liquid appeared in their transparent bodies.

Some worm-like creatures were so enchanted by the delicacy that they turned white at some point, and the waves broke and became part of the river.

But there are also worm-like foods that suck and suck, and suddenly turn over and rush towards their own people.

When you bite into it, it is soft and glutinous, with a sweet taste.

Suddenly, a bloody rain that was difficult to see to the naked eye swept up in the water of this unknown river.

It is unknown how many worm-like creatures died, and when the green leaves were eaten, only one worm-like creature stood proudly above the corpse of its kind.

From this moment on, it is no longer the kind of ignorant creature that ignores life and death.

It's a demon!

The demon who is unwilling to be thundered and fights against the world!

Rumble!

A plant does not give birth to consciousness, but because it has lived too long, it has accumulated too much thunder in its body, which attracts thunderclouds to gather.

A thunderbolt goes down, and if you can't pass it, you will live, and if you can't do it, you will die!

And it's over!

It's just a fern-leaved plant, and the time since the birth of the first flower is enough to count hundreds of millions of years!

But at the moment when it withstood the thunder, it was surrounded by thunder, transforming its body.

Its tip is slowly shrinking, and there is a rich thunder brewing in it, as if it is about to bloom into something earth-shattering.

At this moment, when the tip of it shrank to only a gap, a crystal seed fell from the sky, landing precisely in the middle of it.

Maybe it's confused, or maybe it's a little painful to be hit by this kind of sub.

The moment of the final contraction was stuck!

Got stuck!

If you don't come sooner or later, it's just at this most critical level, even if this fern-leaved plant is unconscious, it gritted its teeth to tighten the gap and burst this seed!

But, it's not a demon!

What strange ability can it be blown up?

So after a long time, coexistence becomes their only way of life.

The cracks slowly bloomed, and the blue-green petals slowly bloomed.

That seed also merged into the central thunderman, turning into a fruit that was cultivating thunderman.

This is the fate of most transcendent plants that do not sprout consciousness.

If you can't become a demon, you can only become an extraordinary plant that is ignorant and ignorant of life and death.

Or rather, it's called a elixir!

The speed of the thunder accumulation in the demon body of the Thunder Mountain Range has been greatly reduced, and compared to the speed of the demon accumulation thunder in the Thunder Mountain Range, it is simply different from cloud and mud.

Therefore, the demons outside the Thunder Mountain Range must rely on external forces in order to accumulate enough thunder before their life is exhausted!

The elixir has become their scramble!

I can see the envy and jealousy of those plants and demons, why can they go everywhere, why can't they go everywhere!

But no matter how much slaughter is rampant outside, some of the slain ice elves are angry and come back to take revenge.

In the Thunder Mountain Range, another batch of plants had saved enough thunder, and they looked at the sky eagerly, wanting to compete with the heavens.

The dwarf trees on the cliff still stood silently, and another pair of ice elves were hiding in fear under its canopy.

"Sister, sister, those thunders are so terrible." The petite sister hid in her sister's arms in fear, and her body trembled a little.

Similar dialogue, similar scenes, but the ice elves are no longer the original ice elves.

Only, the tree is still the same tree, and it still shelters the sisters as before.

Fluorescence was faintly lit up outside the canopy, and in this thunderstorm, the ignorant sisters who accidentally broke in were protected.

The thunder dispersed, and the plants whose hearts were higher than the sky turned to ashes.

But the Ice Elf sisters didn't have the heart to hunt for treasure, they just accidentally broke into this place.

When the thunder happened, they hurried out of here in fear.

Dwarf trees have long been accustomed to this, and the canopy of the tree fades away as soon as they fly away, and returns to its unremarkable appearance.

One year, two years, ten years, 100 years......

Hundreds of years have passed, and occasionally ice elves break in, shivering in the face of thunder in the sky.

Whenever this happens, the dwarf trees glow slightly, protecting these petite elves.

It is lonely because there are no plants around to communicate with it.

But it is also peaceful, and occasionally a petite elf breaks into this thunderstorm, and it just guards it while quietly listening to them talk about the excitement of the outside world.

At that time, it will have a little restlessness in its heart, an impulse to be attracted by the wonderful world of the outside world.

But every time in the end, it will silently suppress this restlessness in the bottom of its heart, and revert to a lonely and silent dwarf tree.

It's just a tree, the dwarfest tree in the clan, and what luxury does it have to yearn for the excitement outside.

It's satisfying to hear the occasional message from the outside world brought by the elves here.

The sky shook with thunder, and a demon outside finally noticed the unusual place.

After the thunder, it rushed from the bottom of the mountain in excitement.

It has eight tentacles, and in the center is a black tree like a tree, and it runs wildly as it emits black smoke and corrodes the ground it passes by.

That's its housekeeping skill, a poisonous black mist that corrupts everything it knows.

So it ran in arrogantly, and wanted to take the mountain range for itself with laughter.

And then it died.

A vine demon that was lazily living on the ground, when the tree tumor tentacle demon ran in arrogantly, suddenly bounced up fiercely, and locked the demon firmly in the vine.

The branches and leaves were inserted into the stump tentacle demon, and it didn't take long for a demon with a fierce reputation in the outside world to die quietly on this mountain range.

Although a group of top demons die here every once in a short time, it's not like those scattered demons outside can enter casually.

It's not a native demon here, and you'll die if you enter here.

The vines slowly slid over the corpse of the tentacle demon, and the place returned to calm.

All these dwarf trees are in sight, because it is close to the cliff here, and you can see a lot of things.

But so what, the dwarf tree silently withdrew his gaze and continued to practice peacefully on the cliff.

Those wonderful things have nothing to do with it, he's just a tree that can be seen everywhere.