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Full text without ads Chapter 304 The Overlord of the Plains of Despair-

Autumn is the season of harvest. (The text is first published in the biquge.info of the Cabinet of Readers) (full text e-book free download)

On the savannah of the Plains of Despair, a low-level coyote was foraging for food, and its luck was good, and the corpse of a stegosaurus was lying on the ground for some reason, the corpse was already highly decomposed, but the hungry coyote did not let go, but happily pounced on it and gnawed it vigorously.

Coyote, a seventh-level beast, is good at communicating with the earth element, uses earth magic attacks, and moves extremely fast, is good at running, likes to live in groups, and encounters a large number of coyotes on the plains of despair is definitely a nightmare for all travelers.

The coyote's nose is very sensitive, and the smell of blood can be smelled from miles away, no, not long after, another coyote came to him, glanced at the coyote that was gnawing, and also lowered his head and bit it.

Immediately after that, the third ...... Fourth...... The fifth......

More and more coyotes came from all directions and joined the army of coyotes that gnawed on the stewards, and the alien beast Stegosaurus weighing more than ten tons was quickly eaten up, and at this time, the number of coyotes had reached hundreds, and many coyotes began to fight because of the competition for the remaining food, and the wolf howls were endless.

At this time, some coyotes suddenly stopped moving, they raised their heads and sniffed, turned back sharply, their bloody eyes staring closely behind them, and roared in a low voice.

"Bang...... Snap ......"

The crisp sound came, which looked a little eerie in the prairie, like the sound of a bone falling to the ground.

When hundreds of coyotes heard this sound, they immediately became nervous, their blood-red eyes were firmly fixed in the direction from which the sound came, their eyes showed a look of fear, and they roared in a low voice from time to time.

"Bang...... Snap ......"

At this time, a figure finally appeared in the hard gravel beach, it was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, his skin was a little tanned, his black eyes contained fortitude, he was wearing a black robe, the skull on the robe was extremely dazzling, and his crotch was also a skeleton, which was carrying him steadily and walking towards this side.

"Woo ......"

The fear in the coyote's eyes became even stronger, and he roared uneasily, and his body trembled involuntarily, and many coyotes could no longer withstand the pressure and fled with their tails between their legs.

The lead coyote stared at the blood-red eyes and roared in a bluff, but his body did not retreat.

In the past three or four months, this seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy and his army of skeletons have left deep memories of all the alien beasts in the Plains of Despair. (Full text e-book free download)

It also had to be that the first day this boy arrived in the Plains of Despair, he caused earth-shattering killings, and this boy started a bloody battle with the alien beast tribes of the Plains of Despair.

The bloody battle lasted for seven days and seven nights, and in this earth-shattering battle, the great alien beast population in the Plains of Despair was devastated.

The Blue-Eyed Blood Lion Clan was wiped out, the Brute Bull Clan, who had always been unreasonable, was slaughtered to the point that they could only escape, and the domineering Giant Horned Rhino was also killed to the point that only a few remained......

Among them, the coyote population was the worst, and he fought with this boy three times, the first time the coyote king was defeated, the second time the coyote king gathered nearly seventy percent of the coyotes in the plain of despair to attack him, but he was still defeated, and the third time the boy used a bone spear to cut off the head of the coyote king......

The bloody slaughter shocked the natives of the Plains of Despair, and the appearance of this teenager challenged the position of some powerful populations in the Plains of Despair, upsetting the balance of the Plains of Despair. Moreover, this boy is different from some mercenary groups, he doesn't seem to be here for the demon core, like a crazy killing caused by refining himself.

This boy is Ron, who has spent three or four months in the Plains of Despair, with battles and killings every day, and at this moment, he has a faint bloody aura on his body, and countless alien beast populations cannot escape the fate of being crushed in front of his almost infinite skeleton army.

The skeleton mage attacked first, followed by a rapid charge from the skeleton legion led by the Black Knight, followed by a light skeleton warrior who quickly ended the battle.

Since then, the Skeleton Legion has become a nightmarish existence in the Plains of Despair. The beasts almost always turned around and ran when they saw Ron, and Ron didn't chase after him.

Ron has become the veritable overlord of the Plains of Despair.

The lead coyote let out a low roar, gave Ron a frightened look, threw down the corpse of the stegosaurus that had not yet been gnawed, and fled obediently, no matter how crazy they were, they did not have the courage to fight Ron.

The coyotes retreated in a blink of an eye, and Ron couldn't help but laugh, he hadn't planned what to do with these guys, they had escaped.

Ron pinched his bearded chin and thought to himself, am I that scary?

Slightly looking down at the sword spikesaur that had been gnawed to the skeleton, Ron shook his head helplessly, there was no chance to hone himself today.

The opportunity that Ron refers to is to challenge powerful beasts and temper themselves from battle, this sword spinosaurus is one of them, and now Ron, his melee combat ability has been greatly enhanced, and in the case of dealing with a small number of strange beasts, there is no need to summon skeletons to help fight, his bone spear makes it superb, and integrates some sword skills, in the fight with death, he has found a near-perfect fight He became the first necromancer in the history of necromancer to be good at melee combat.

However, as his murderous reputation spread, the opportunities for such a fight became less and less, and on the plain of despair, there were few who dared to challenge him.

And Ron didn't take the initiative to chase down those fleeing beasts, he thought that a beast that had lost its fighting spirit had no value in tempering other than satisfying its own killing.

"Forget it, I'd better go back early......"

Ron was a little disappointed, and after thinking about it, he went back to cultivate his soul power, and after two days of spinning on the Plains of Despair, there was not a single strange beast that took the initiative to attack him.

In the eastern mountains of the Plains of Despair, Ron casually pulled at a place full of dead branches, revealing a cave, and he lowered his head and burrowed into it.

This cave is where Ron has lived for the past few months, and the cave is filled with dense demonic beast skins, various materials and magic cores, almost filling the entire cave.

If someone came to Ron and put these Warcraft materials at random, they would definitely reprimand him for being a loser, how could such a precious thing be thrown here like garbage?

With these things, Ron couldn't help but laugh dumbly, several space bags were all filled with materials, but there were still many things that couldn't fit at all, and Ron didn't know what to do with them, he had thrown a lot of them outside the cave, but there were still so many left in the cave.

Ron brushed the dust off the ground and sat down with his heart in his heart, he took a deep breath, calmed down his somewhat messy mood, and entered the state of cultivation, and after a while, he frowned.

"Strange! I've been cultivating hard for the past few months, why hasn't my soul power increased greatly, and I feel like I'm standing still......"

Ron has always been puzzled by this problem, and it stands to reason that he should break through now.

Breakthrough!

Ron's current goal is to break through the intermediate necromancer, he feels that since he broke through the master level, his soul power has not increased greatly in cultivation, before this, he has also consulted Grandpa Huo Meilin about this matter, Grandpa Huo Meilin told him that above the necromancer, each level of promotion has become extremely difficult, in addition to hard cultivation, more needs opportunities, and this opportunity is unavoidable, as long as you keep a normal heart, maybe a breakthrough is just around the corner.

"Ordinary ......"

Ron carefully considered Grandpa Homelin's words, but he couldn't figure it out in this ordinary heart.

There are all kinds of people, some people like money, some people like power, more people are pursuing strength, and in the process of chasing strength, more people are dissatisfied with their own strength.

Scholar-level people want to become division-level powerhouses, division-level powerhouses want to become master-level powerhouses, and master-level powerhouses want to become master-level powerhouses.

There is no end, just because there is a pursuit, and it is impossible to maintain a normal heart with the pursuit, which is a paradoxical thing, how can this be pulled together.

"Forget it, I don't want to! Let's cultivate with peace of mind......" Ron shook his head with a wry smile, maybe like Grandpa Homelin, the opportunity came naturally.

At this time, there was a flash of lightning and thunder outside, and it was pouring rain after a while.

It rains, and it's a normal thing on the Plains of Despair, and the land is fertile because of it, and Ron hides in the hole, otherwise he will be drenched in a soup chicken.

Exhaling slightly, he saw Ron's hands clenched into a claw-like shape, his mind condensed, and a trace of soul power overflowed from his body.

The black ball of light, which was condensed by a large amount of soul power, was pinched in his hand and turned gently, frantically absorbing the soul power on Ron's body.

Forming a consumption and then increasing it again is a process of soul power cultivation, and this process is the same as the meditation of a magician.

Ron closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Ron sat quietly in the cave to cultivate, I don't know how much, at this time, he only felt a chill between his legs.

Opening his eyes slightly, Ron frowned, because it often rained, Ron built the entrance of the cave where he lived very high, and at this time, a gap appeared in the entrance of the cave at some point, and a trace of rain flowed in through the breach, forming a stream, seeping into his feet.

"It's ......"

Ron's gaze froze, and he was drawn to the stream, which was bent and unshaped, slowly flowing towards him.

When the stream ran into a great obstacle, it cleverly flowed to one side and eventually reached Ron's feet.

At this moment, Ron suddenly had a glimmer of realization.

Go with the flow!

The so-called ordinary heart is not not to strive for it, not to pursue what belongs to oneself, but in the process of pursuing and fighting, it always maintains an indifferent state of mind, just like that stream, and is not affected by the outside world, and always sticks to the heart.

To stick to your heart, first and foremost, in the process of cultivation, you must first let go of the obsession in your heart.

When Ron thought like this, in the black ball of light in his hand, the soul power suddenly worked wildly, Ron's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes widened.

"Isn't it, so it's a breakthrough?"

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