Chapter 643 Heavenly Thunder (Five Thousand)

"I think it would be good to have something to eat. I happen to be hungry too."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind!

Philomena, who was chewing roast rabbit meat, suddenly stopped, as if she had been hit by a body-holding spell, her body was frozen in place and motionless.

A few seconds later, with a pop, the roasted rabbit leg in his hand fell to the ground.

The next moment, Philomena's body seemed to have been electrocuted, and she suddenly shivered violently. Then, her body suddenly turned around, her big eyes widening with surprise and disbelief.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but it feels like Philomena’s eyes have become wet.

Right in front of Philomena, the man who had been lying motionless on the ground had opened his eyes at some point. His long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his dark eyes seemed a little uncomfortable with his current state. , turning with some difficulty.

He seemed to be trying to sit up from the ground.

But more than seven years was really too long. For a while, Ron even felt that this body was completely out of his control, and every move he made seemed particularly uncomfortable.

Every vein and muscle in his entire body was constantly trembling, and the intense soreness and numbness was a taste that Ron had never endured before.

The sourness even made Ron's body tremble, and he took a sharp breath of cold air. His face was tangled together, looking particularly tormented.

It's not like I haven't experienced this feeling before, but never has the soreness and numbness been as severe as this time.

Even with Ron's physical fitness, he couldn't bear this feeling for a while.

It was Philomena. Seeing Ron's uncomfortable look, she finally reacted. She quickly stepped forward, ignoring that her hands were still greasy. She held Ron's shoulders with one hand and dragged Ron's waist with all her strength. En was pulled up from the ground.

Ron, who had just stood up, felt that his legs were completely out of control and were shaking non-stop. Waves of strong sourness and numbness like an electric shock were pouring into his mind from his limbs.

At this moment, Ron even wanted to lie down on the ground again and roll back and forth more than a dozen times.

In other words, an enemy comes and punches you hard at the thickest part of your body.

With Philomena's support, Ron sat tremblingly on the stone stool, breathing in the cold air from his mouth. After a long time, the numbing feeling all over his body finally subsided slightly. Although it was still uncomfortable, I was able to bear it. My body also regained some normal consciousness and I was able to control my body to a certain extent.

Damn, it took too long for the soul to leave the body this time.

It took more than seven years on the Dusk Continent and eighty-nine years on the Soul Crossing Boat.

There was even a strong repulsion between his soul and his body.

Now it is seven years, what if it is seventy years, what about seven hundred years? Ron was even worried about whether a soul would simply be reborn in his body.

Philomena always had a slight smile on her face. She did not ask too much about what happened to Ron and what he had done for so long. She only wanted to know that Ron's soul had returned safely. , Ron has woken up, that's enough.

Gululu...

As soon as he woke up, there was a strange sound in Ron's stomach.

Even though Ron was extremely thick-skinned, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed on his face.

In seven years, his body was not exhausted due to this long period of time, but a strong sense of hunger came over the moment his soul returned.

Philomena slapped her head, quickly let go of Ron, turned around and ran back. The first thing that caught her eye was the rabbit leg she accidentally dropped on the ground.

Philomena didn't know what she was thinking for a moment, so she subconsciously picked up the rabbit leg, then turned around and handed it to Ron. When Ron reached out to take the rabbit leg, Philomena Na then remembered.

His head buzzed, and a flush instantly spread all over his face.

For a moment, Philomena was so shy that she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

What is going on with me? Is my brain cramping? The legs of this rabbit have fallen to the ground. How can we eat them?

Just when he wanted to give Ron another piece, he found that Ron didn't care about it at all. He opened his mouth and tore off a piece of rabbit meat. He chewed it with big mouthfuls. After the steaming rabbit meat got into his stomach, he felt a burst of Warmth gradually began to spread along the stomach, and the strong numbness in the body was finally suppressed.

Philomena looked at Ron blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Three times, five times and two times, the rabbit legs were wiped clean. Ron wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and then noticed Philomena's strange expression, and smiled casually: "It's not dirty, I'm not sick after eating it, it doesn't matter. "

Not to mention that the ground was cleaned very cleanly by Philomena, and there was no dirt on the rabbit's legs. Even if it was really contaminated, with Ron's current strength, he didn't have to worry about anything at all, even if it was. You can stuff bacteria and viruses directly into your mouth, and your bones can handle it.

Moreover, this hare is not very big. After the barbecue, it is almost like a big mouse. It is not enough to share between two people, so it cannot be wasted at this time.

But Ron's words did not alleviate Philomena's embarrassment much, and her face looked even redder.

Ron may not have noticed, but...this piece of meat was something she had eaten just now.

Philomena's face was flushed, her eyes seemed to be evading, and her heart was in a mess, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Ron exhaled heavily. After feeling that there was not much left in the body's numbness and he had completely regained control of his body, he tried to stand up. Although his body was still a little swaying, his legs were finally able to hold up. Lived his body.

Ron had a smile on his face and looked at Philomena: "Do you want to go for a walk? I've been here for too long. Are you bored?"

Although Ron didn't know exactly what happened during his period of seclusion, looking at the situation inside the mountain and the pile of dragon crystal residue that formed a small mountain, Ron could probably guess it in his heart.

It is estimated that Philomena should have stayed here and guarded herself except when she went out to look for food.

Seeing that Ron seemed to be fine, Philomena also smiled lightly, then nodded and said, "I'm a little bored. It's a good idea to go out and get some fresh air."

Yan Bi took a step forward, ready to grab Ron's wrist, and take Ron away from the heart of the mountain.

Philomena didn't even notice that since Ron woke up, the smiles on her face had become more and more frequent.

But just when Philomena's little hand touched Ron's wrist, something happened suddenly. Ron's body trembled suddenly, and then he heard a click, click, as if something was broken. the sound of.

Philomena shuddered and subconsciously raised her head to look at Ron. The next moment, her big eyes shrank instantly and her pupils trembled.

I only saw Ron, who was originally fine, close at hand, but at this moment, countless strange cracks appeared on his body.

Like a dry paddy field in summer, there were cracks everywhere on the back of Ron's hands, wrists, neck, and cheeks. Through these cracks, you could even see the scarlet flesh inside.

Philomena opened her mouth slightly, and before she could let out a scream, she saw streams of blood spurting out of Ron's body as if lifeless, splashing on the ground in front of her like water droplets. It exploded, and the snow-white robe on his body was dyed bright red in the blink of an eye.

His entire body was completely soaked in blood.

Philomena's little face instantly turned pale: "Ron, what are you..."

"Huh..." Ron breathed out heavily, and his face looked a little ugly, but he still waved his hand towards Philomena: "It's okay, but... it's just that the body can't carry the soul."

To put it simply, Ron's current soul strength is too exaggerated, and the physical body has not strengthened together with the soul. As a result, the physical body cannot carry the current soul, so this reaction occurs.

This feeling is the same as searching for the bodies of gods in the lower world.

Naturally, the physical strength of those body-seizing bodies cannot carry the souls of gods, but gods have means to limit the fluctuations of their souls within a certain range, so as not to cause the body-seizing bodies to directly collapse.

But similarly, the power that the gods can exert has also been greatly affected.

Ron doesn't know how to use this method, and his body will naturally undergo such changes.

Although during these eighty-nine years, Ron's physical body has been sleeping, and his soul has been practicing, the gap between the strength of the soul and the strength of the physical body is indeed widening, but you must know that Ron is the kind of physical body A practitioner with an exaggerated strength, Ron estimates that his physical body is probably stronger than a genuine, peak demigod practitioner like Partridge.

But even such a powerful body cannot fully carry Ron's soul. One can imagine how exaggerated the strength of Ron's soul is now.

Although Philomena is simple, she is extremely keen in practice. She immediately thought of this after thinking about it for a moment: "Ron, could it be that the strength of your soul has..."

Ron nodded: "Yes, if my own estimate is not too wrong, my current soul strength should be similar to that of Partridge's old guy, maybe a little stronger."

What a joke.

He had swallowed the souls of seven or eight ancestors alive, although most of them were broken.

However, the soul of the God of Corruption and Decay is intact, just broken into pieces.

It is not difficult at all for an entire god's soul to push the strength of his soul to the peak of the demigod realm.

But Philomena obviously found it difficult to accept this. Philomena, who was originally very happy to see Ron awake, now pouted angrily, with unhappiness written all over her face.

What a joke.

You must know that Philomena was praised by her father more than once, saying that she was the smartest and most talented among all his children.

However, in just two or three hundred years, he has already entered the late stage of the Destruction Realm. Now he has reached the peak of the Destruction Realm, and is only one step away from becoming a demigod.

She thought that her cultivation speed was quite exaggerated. In the entire Twilight Continent, except for a very few existences such as Heferson and Partridge, almost no one could compare with her.

But now, Ron's soul strength has actually reached the peak of demigods, leaving him far behind.

I was shocked and felt a little unhappy.

Damn it, this guy just had a good sleep, but his strength has improved so much?

If I had known that sleeping could bring such great progress, what would be the point of my hard practice? Why not accompany Ron for a good sleep? Pah, pah, what's the point of accompanying Ron? I can sleep alone.

All kinds of thoughts lingered in her mind, and the more Philomena thought about it, the more confused she became.

Feeling that her mind was about to become a mess, Philomena simply shook her head vigorously and threw away all these distracting thoughts in her mind. If she didn't think about it, she wouldn't be troubled.

"Then now, as long as you can withstand the thunder, you can successfully become a demigod?" Philomena asked.

That's right, thunder.

This is the level that needs to be experienced when entering the demigod realm from the destruction realm.

Once you pass the thunder tempering, your strength will advance by leaps and bounds. The physical body will become stronger under the tempering of thunder.

And once you fail, you will be reduced to ashes and your soul will be scattered.

Ron nodded: "Yes, that's right... But I'm not going to face the thunder for the time being, at least I have to wait until my body is in good condition."

He had one more thing he didn't say, that is, the thunder was probably controlled by the repairman.

When he came into contact with the Nine-Step Heavenly Monument and the Law of Absorption, Ron had observed the life of the first generation of Dusk King in a cursory manner. In those scenes, there were never scenes like the Seven-Layer Illusion, the Fate Shackles, and the Thunder.

So Ron judged that these so-called thunders and other tribulations were probably imposed on the Dusk Continent by the repairman's administrators to restrict the creatures on the Dusk Continent, another kind of shackles.

The shackles between legend and destruction are enough to stop most of the proud sons of heaven on the Dusk Continent and limit all the practitioners on the Dusk Continent to the peak of legend, which is absolutely impossible to pose any threat to the administrators, or even to the angels.

Even if there are truly amazing people who can successfully survive the seven illusions, cut off the shackles that bind them, and enter the realm of destruction, there are still more terrifying thunders waiting.

Those thunders are enough to turn everything into dust.

This is a barrier set by the administrator.

Since Ron's soul strength has reached the peak of the realm of destruction, he naturally has a feeling like a foreshadowing, and roughly knows what he is about to face.

Ron is like this, and so is Patrich.

Heferson and Philomina are also the same.

Every practitioner who enters this realm will have this perception, and no one will be an exception.

Of course, the first generation of Dusk King set the rules to protect the creatures on the Dusk Continent. These rules should not accept that the creatures on the Dusk Continent will have this layer of disaster out of thin air.

Unless those administrators find loopholes in the rules, or make some kind of deal with the rules.

After all, the thunder of heaven can not only shatter the soul of the cultivator, but also temper the body and soul of the cultivator. Just like the harvest after successfully passing the seven illusions and cutting off the shackles of destiny, successfully passing the thunder of heaven also has many benefits.

But he, Ron, is the existence targeted by the repairman after all.

There is no need to guess that the thunder of heaven is a good opportunity to kill himself, and the repairman will definitely take special care of him.

Even with Ron's current strength, there is no absolute certainty that he can survive the thunder of heaven, especially in the current situation where his mental and physical state are not very good. This is why Ron has been desperately suppressing his own realm.

Pursing his lips, Ron took a deep breath and tried to control the fluctuations of his soul.

After more than ten minutes, Ron finally suppressed his soul fluctuations to a certain extent. With the heartbeat of Ostara in his chest, the scars on his body began to heal quickly, and the cracks gradually disappeared.

In just a few seconds, Ron returned to normal.

However, this kind of control is very difficult. Ron tried his best to suppress it. Now Ron can't even fight with all his strength. Excessive force may cause the soul fluctuation to go out of control, directly attracting the thunder.

After controlling the abnormality of his body, Ron looked at Philomena: "Let's go. My current state is not suitable for fighting. I'm afraid I have to rely on you to protect me next."

Philomena heard the words and immediately straightened her chest. Although her thin figure didn't show many curves, the little girl was very proud: "Leave it to me."

Taking Ron's arm again, Philomena stretched out her hand and Ron felt that his eyes went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside the mountain wall. There was a scorching sun above his head. The bright sunlight even made Ron feel a little dazzling and his pupils hurt.

"Where to go?"

"Let's go to Granville first." Ron thought for a while and said.

Philomena nodded and supported Ron, floating in the air and flying towards Granville.

"By the way, during the years I was asleep, has anything major happened in the Dusk Continent? Did Partridge and the others look for you?"

The scorching wind blew on Ron's face, blowing away the hair beside his ears. Perhaps it was because Philomena was flying too fast, so Ron's voice was intermittent.

Ron could feel that the dragon crystal he gave and Philomena's own efforts had also brought quite good results. Philomena's aura was also very strong, more than twice as strong as seven years ago.

That is definitely the peak of the Destruction Realm, the aura that only a half-step demigod can have.

For Philomena, perhaps the thunder will come at any time.

However, Philomena's soul strength growth is a little slow, which may be related to Philomena's personality. In short, this feeling is not too obvious.

However, if Philomena lets go and fights desperately, the aura that bursts out may directly attract the thunder.

Philomena didn't think so much. While maintaining the flying posture, she tilted her head: "It's true..."

"The last Dusk King, he seems to have gathered his remains together."

"He came to me once and found you in a deep sleep. He asked me to tell you after you woke up. He said... He was waiting for you in the Dusk Temple."

Temple of Dusk!

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