There are not many examples of fern-leaf plants turning into monsters. Most of them were directly killed 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 sprout and grow.
Compared with the rate of monsters in the Thunder Mountain Range, the rate of plants outside becoming monsters is almost too horrible to look at. One out of ten thousand is not enough to describe it.
It should be a narrow escape!
right!
Not all of these extraordinary materials have entered the plant realm, but more have fallen into mountains and rivers.
And there are living things there too!
Worm-like creatures!
A green leaf fell into the river, and immediately caused a group of worms to paddle their flagella, swim to it, and start sucking curiously.
Sweet and delicious.
More and more worm-like creatures are swimming from all over the river, and green liquid appears bit by bit in their transparent bodies.
Some worm-like creatures were so intoxicated by the delicious food that they turned white and became part of the river water.
But there are also some worms that are sucking food and suddenly turn over and rush toward their own kind.
When you take a bite, it is soft and glutinous, with a sweet taste.
Suddenly, a bloody storm invisible to the naked eye swept through the unknown river.
I don't know how many worm-like creatures died. When the green leaves were eaten, only one worm-like creature stood proudly above the corpses of its kind.
From this moment on, it is no longer that ignorant creature that doesn't know life or death.
It is a demon!
A demon that refuses to accept the destruction of the world by thunder!
boom!
A plant has not been born with consciousness, but because it has lived too long, it has accumulated too much thunder in its body, causing thunder clouds to gather.
A bolt of thunder will go down, if it can hit it, it will live, if it can't hit it, it will die!
And it came over!
It's obviously just a fern-like plant, but it's been hundreds of millions of years since the first flower was born!
But the moment it withstood the thunder, lightning surged around it, transforming its body.
Its top is slowly shrinking, and there is a rich thunder brewing inside, as if something shocking will bloom.
And at this moment, when its top shrank to only a gap, a crystal seed fell from the sky and landed precisely in the middle.
Maybe it was because I was confused, or maybe it was a little painful from being hit like this.
At the last moment of contraction, it was suddenly stuck!
Stuck!
Come sooner or later, but come at this most critical level. Even if the fern leaf plant is unconscious, it still grits its teeth to tighten the gap and squeeze the seed to explode!
But, it's not a demon!
What kind of strange ability can it use to destroy it?
So over time, coexistence becomes their only way to survive.
The gaps slowly opened, and the green petals slowly opened.
The seed was also integrated into the central thunder and turned into a fruit that cultivated the thunder.
This is the fate of most extraordinary plants that have not developed consciousness.
If you can't become a demon, you can only become an ignorant and extraordinary plant with no idea of ​​life or death.
In other words, it’s called a panacea!
The speed at which the monsters in the Thunder Mountains accumulate thunder is greatly reduced. Compared with the speed at which the monsters in the Thunder Mountains accumulate thunder, it is simply a huge difference.
Therefore, the demons outside the Thunder Mountain Range must use external forces to accumulate enough thunder before their lifespan expires!
The elixir has become something they fight for!
I feel envious and jealous when I see those plants turning into monsters. Why can they go everywhere? Why can’t they go everywhere!
But no matter how much killing is happening outside, some of the killed ice elves come back angrily to take revenge.
In the Thunder Mountains, another batch of plants had accumulated enough thunder, and they looked to the sky eagerly, hoping to compete with the gods.
The small tree on the cliff still stood there silently, and another pair of ice elves were hiding under its canopy in fear.
"Sister, sister, those thunders are so scary." The petite sister hid in her sister's arms in fear, her body trembling a little.
Similar conversations, similar scenes, but the ice elf is no longer the original ice elf.
However, the tree is still the same tree, and it still protects the sisters as before.
Fluorescence lighted up slightly outside the tree canopy, protecting the ignorant sisters who accidentally broke in amid the thunder in the sky.
The thunder dispersed, and those plants whose hearts were higher than the sky turned into ashes.
But the ice elf sisters had no intention of hunting for treasure, they just accidentally broke into this place.
When there was a thunderstorm, they hurriedly left here in fear.
The dwarf trees have long been accustomed to this. When they fly away, the tree crowns lose their fluorescence and return to their ordinary appearance.
One year, two years, ten years, a hundred years...
Hundreds of years have passed, and ice elves occasionally break in here, shivering in the face of thunder in the sky.
At this time, the dwarf trees will fluoresce slightly, protecting these petite elves.
It is lonely because there are no plants around it to communicate with.
But it is also peaceful. Occasionally, little elves will break into the thunderous sky, and it will protect it while quietly listening to them talking about the wonderful things in the outside world.
At that time, it will feel a little restless in its heart, which is the impulse to be attracted by the wonderful world outside.
But every time in the end, it will silently suppress this restlessness in its heart and return to a lonely and silent dwarf tree.
It is just a tree, the shortest tree in the family. What extravagance does it have to yearn for the wonderful things outside?
It is very satisfied to occasionally hear the outside information brought by the elves here.
Thunder shook the sky, and a demon outside finally noticed something unusual here.
After the thunder, it ran over from the bottom of the mountain excitedly and arrogantly.
It has eight tentacles, with a black burr-like wood in the center. As it runs wildly, it emits black smoke and corrodes the ground it passes by.
That is its special skill, the tumorous black mist, which can corrode everything it knows.
So it ran in very arrogantly and wanted to take this mountain range as its own with laughter.
Then it died.
A vine demon was living lazily on the ground. When the tree-burled tentacle demon ran in arrogantly, it suddenly jumped up fiercely and locked the demon tightly in the vine.
The branches and leaves sizzlingly inserted into the tentacled demon, and not long after, a demon with a notorious reputation in the outside world died quietly on this mountain range.
Although a group of the top monsters die here every few seconds, it is not something that the loose monsters from outside can enter casually.
If you are not a monster born and raised here, you will die if you enter here.
The vines slowly slid over the body of the tree-burled tentacle demon, and the place returned to calm.
All these dwarf trees can be seen, because it is on the edge of a cliff and has a wide view, so you can see a lot of things.
But so what, the dwarf tree silently withdrew its gaze and continued to practice on the cliff in an ordinary way.
Those wonderful things have nothing to do with it, it is just a tree that can be seen everywhere.
Chapter completed!