The fisherman druid is in another world

Chapter 218 Looking back, growth has been rocket-like

Just like some mortal emperors began to build their own tombs when they were in their prime, so the Black God's tomb also began to be built when he was in his prime.

Some people may say that mortal emperors probably know how many years they have to live a good life, and gods do the same thing. Aren't they cursing themselves?
However, if this god has realized that the era has changed and his old self cannot keep up with the pace of natural evolution, it will most likely be eliminated. Wouldn't it be reasonable to arrange his posthumous affairs as soon as possible?

Especially, for gods, death is not the end, only the disappearance of ashes and the loss of consciousness. Therefore, a dignified exit, turning from yang to yin, and then from yin back to yang at the right time, is not a long-term solution.

The Black God is such a thoughtful and primitive god.

When his kind trembled and shouted: "If the sky wants to destroy me, I will destroy the sky!", he was already actively preparing and preparing to take advantage of the trend.

Anyone who has had some workplace experience knows that there are three things new officials should do when they take office, especially those airborne cadres. When they come, they want to shoot the first bird, and they want to kill others as a warning. At this time, if they commit crimes against the wind, they will become that one. Bird, that one?

Let's see him build a high-rise building, let's see him entertain guests and friends, and avoid the limelight of the three fires. If this cadre is not worthy of his moral integrity and does not have the ability, there are many ways to make him disgraced.

Since ancient times, local officials have always dealt with officials in this way, so there is a saying that "officials are as slippery as oil".

Black God is also thinking the same way. The era is about to turn, and God wants me to be laid off. I should do my best, understand the current situation, respond to orders, retire voluntarily, and disappear with my severance pay.

Most of what he had accumulated in his daily life was stored in the tomb of the gods.

Therefore, the tomb of the god is not only a resting place, but also a fertile ground for recuperation. There are fortresses protecting the coffin containing the divine body; there are powerful holy warriors guarding the safety inside and outside; there are also a large number of technical petitioners who observe and study extraordinary methods, innovate and keep up with the trends of the times.

However, all of this was turned into ashes with Hei Luobo's super particle cannon.

When the super particle beam was about to blast through the inner castle, Black God only completed the teleportation of his soul.

The main reason for this embarrassment is the lack of advance intelligence.

To go deeper, Luo Bo of the old branch is outside the law system of this universe and is an invisible variable that cannot be measured by any prophetic and extraordinary magic.

In this context, Hei Luobo chose to fire directly, let alone Hei God. If any god encountered such a thing, the result would not be much better.

Precisely because he returned to poverty overnight, the Black God was looking for money everywhere, and Waguhe was one of his chosen targets.

After all, if you want to carefully study the wealth that Black God has accumulated over the past long years, intelligence information definitely counts.

Many people don't know the secret of Waguhe, but for Black God, what happened to Waguhe is just an episode in his career.

As long as the casual chess arranged in normal times takes effect and operates normally under the appropriate mechanism, valuable information, even key information, can be obtained with much less worry and effort than later generations.

To others, Du is an unpredictable secret realm, but to Black God, it is a matter of knowing oneself and the enemy, and having a strategy in hand, which is a huge advantage.

In the past, I had no shortage of money and could only pick and choose. Now I am hungry and my eyes are blue, and the smelly wild boar meat can also be eaten by me, so I naturally do it.

In some aspects of Luo Bo's thinking, he still remains at the perspective of his small farmer consciousness. When he feels that he is weak and poor, he needs to be patient and cowardly to avoid being targeted by wild beasts and encountering unexpected events.

But from the Black God's point of view, it was precisely because he became barefoot again that he was making trouble and going crazy.

Those who wear shoes are not as decisive and fierce as me, and others who are barefoot are not as experienced and skilled as me. If we don't make trouble now, when will we wait?
In fact, what Luo Bo is experiencing now is just a trick of the Black God to divert disaster to the east.

A considerable part of Waguhe's power was directed at Robo.

Luo Bo did not realize this, and even if he realized it, with his current thinking, he would break it with force.

Musa's name and his current state give him such confidence and pride.

No matter you are a monster, no matter you are capable of all kinds of tricks, I only need to cut you open with one knife.

The pig-headed monster's scarlet scythe is very ferocious. It is backed by the power of the law called 'destruction'. It can break through the realm barriers of the legendary level that are not well-heated with just one scythe.

This power and skill are indeed ferocious, but Luo Bo doesn't stand up to them at all.

From Robbo's point of view, the response of the pig-headed monster was too slow. From the time he approached the opponent to the time he swung his fatal sickle, this period of time was enough for him to level A with three swords.

And to kill the pig-headed monster, he only needs two swords, one horizontally and one vertically, a cross, and the pig-headed monster will structurally collapse.

Originally, the pig-headed monster was not so fragile, but if Abad and the others were in the same line, the pig-headed monster could set up a dozen or twenty small basic attacks, and even have the opportunity to brew and finally self-destruct.

But against Luo Bo's Musa trumpet, there are very few beings that can be called 'blood cows'. They are all crispy and don't take a second, which already shows that they are very powerful in some aspects.

Luo Bo flashed like a ghost among the pig-headed monsters. The ice-blue cross sword light was extremely beautiful and eye-catching, and the effect was superb. The only outcome for the pig-headed monster that was hit was to turn into corpses.

They are not ordinary flesh and blood structures, but they show their power in a life-like form. Then Luo Bo's death cold power can regard them as life, and then give life the 'dignity' it deserves.

In just a few breaths and less than twenty seconds, dozens of pig-headed monsters were all harvested, showing off the green leaves' demeanor.

In fact, in addition to the Scythe of Destruction, there is also the Spear of Destruction.

Waguhe's power system is still very particular. It is not easy to master the power of laws such as destruction and destruction. And it exists here, and the technology is sinking and the bottom layer is widely used, so that the monsters have the possibility of harvesting the hero-level powerhouses.

This is also a big reason why Kurokami chooses to play tricks.

Robb is the opposite. And he is deliberately cultivating his spirit.

He knows (part of) the shortcomings in thinking caused by his background and experience.

He knew that he had the ability to swallow his anger and a high degree of vigilance.

He knew that he lacked the spirit to move forward in an indomitable way and that the brave would win when faced with a narrow road.

And Musa's combat skill system is exactly what it takes to cultivate this kind of spirit.

Even if he is in a low mood, he still hopes to have the courage to stand out from the crowd and look down upon the world.

And where does this vigor come from? Naturally, it was accumulated bit by bit from the blade killings.

He hopes to develop a desire to kill that can match the power of the cold death. He believes that once he achieves this, slaying gods and demons will no longer be a metaphor, but a fact that can be achieved by drawing a sword.

In fact, before he was in the St. Myra Tower of Babel, he hoped that after his darkening, he could be so ruthless and brutal, so that he could have a reference so that he could feel things afterwards.

It's a pity that after his darkening, he fell more in love with the power of the Old Ones.

Perhaps it's because the Old Ones have a greater appetite for him, the extraordinary White Moonlight in his mind. In short, Rock's terrifying begged device is in place, so that deep in his heart, the Old Ones are the highest mountain that is insurmountable. , and other extraordinary systems, whether it is Marvel or the DND-like system in front of us, are all inferior in comparison.

Therefore, once you liberate your nature and let the dark side run wild, there is a high probability that you will choose the old branch that comes from inner awe. Typical of joining if you can't beat them.

Reason told him that if he really took the initiative to kneel and lick like this, he would most likely end up cheating himself.

Therefore, when he is in a normal state, he is full of vigilance and restraint towards the power of the old branch.

But on the other hand, he did not escape the law of true fragrance.

if not? Really starting from scratch to conduct extraordinary research?

Is it possible?
He is actually a copycat in this regard, and he must copy someone.

Because he has long been accustomed to standing on the shoulders of giants and climbing instead of really studying on his own.

He knew that this was actually a personality defect. It was a characteristic given to him by the modern earth society in the process of cultivating 'Brick'.

As many people naturally say: Do I have to improve rice seeds, livestock breeds, planting techniques, breeding techniques, etc. in order to eat a delicious meal? I don't even need to have good cooking skills, I just need to work hard to make money and exchange it for money.

Therefore, it is society that cultivates people from their nature to become members of society and one piece of a huge puzzle. If you want to fully appreciate the beauty of a huge puzzle, you cannot do without the other members who make up the puzzle.

Now that the wings have hardened and the power has been transferred to oneself, can one really cut off everything and become completely independent?

It’s not just a matter of piecing together things and adapting things. Even if the closed loop of technology and practical operations is completed and fully self-sufficient, there is still an issue of self-research and development capabilities that needs to be considered.

The path of copying homework depends on cultivation, and the ability of self-development is often weak and unaccustomed.

What's more, if you want to complete the closed loop, the technical categories are so complicated that it is definitely a huge project that makes people feel discouraged just thinking about it.

But if he can't make progress, then the ancient gods who were eliminated in the past will be his future ending, isn't it? Everything is changing, and if you remain unchanged, you will fall from advanced to backward.

All in all, one person is a civilization. Even if we analyze it from an extraordinary perspective, it is an almost impossible peak to climb.

The game of civilization cannot be played by one person. Thinking of this, Luo Bo couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

And his dark side happened to take advantage of this loophole.

Since the highest wish is just a dream that is almost impossible to realize, then why bother yourself? Wouldn't it be better to choose someone you love, someone you think is cool and stylish, and go dream about it?
"Yes! Why am I so humble that I don't even dare to dream? What am I afraid of? I'm afraid that I am too far away from that 'brick of civilization' thinking consciousness?
The dragon slayer becomes the evil dragon. This kind of thinking pattern is obviously too shallow and belongs to the emperor's golden pole. In front of those with higher status, the dragon is just a beast that pulls a cart, a pet to play with, meat in the rice bowl, and a stepping stone that may be reached or even stepped on.

So, if people don’t do anything anymore, why do we still need to be human? Convenient for nostalgia? "

Luo Bo had similar thoughts, more than once or twice.

He doesn't quite admit that this is the result of his darkening, at least it's not just because of his darkening that he has this kind of thinking. He feels that strength is the key, as people on earth often say, 'the more money you have, the worse you become.'

He used to sneer at this, but now he understands.

The key is not good or bad, but 'change'. Just like that meme expresses: stop pretending, show your cards...

This may show a relatively truer self.

But it is only the second floor. The third floor is the completely true self, and the fourth floor is the completely true self that has further changed.

It's always changing.

In the eyes of others, it may be that it has become better again in response to the saying "the three realms of the mountain, returning to nature". But it may also be that he becomes less than a person.

But is this important? Perhaps it is inseparable from civilization and human society. This is very important. In order to have better interaction, you have to pretend to be an individual. The reverse is not important at all.

This is the influence of power, and the influence of money and power is just a poor version of it.

The power was gained too quickly and too much, and changes in consciousness and cognition, which originally required many iterations, now required one step, thus causing a sense of discomfort.

Even if it is blackened, it feels like it is just an old version that should be abandoned.

This concept should not be used at all, it is so outdated. Just like from ancient ape man to modern man in one step, we should not spend too much time discussing the morality and immorality of raising livestock and killing and eating meat.

It is precisely because of this realization that Luo Bo does not take killing seriously.

The root of blackening is also here.

It was because he didn't take it seriously that the black soil was created.

After all, you fall quickly, just indulge.

In the ruins of Waguhe, Robbo continued to follow his own feelings and march towards the center of the city. His route was straight, and he was mentally prepared to cut down everything that stood in his way.

The Waguhe ruins are not used to this stupid young man. After the pig-headed monster, flying spirits also begin to appear.

There are also two types. One type wears a white hat and is characterized by lightning shuttle.

It was really as fast as lightning. If it weren't for the forward swinging action of charging, Luo Bo thought that he would not be able to avoid its lightning-fast charge.

The other type is the red hat, which features a ball of destructive energy, which is a large ball of lightning-like energy that swirls like a rotating nebula.

The rogue thing about it is that it can be fast or slow, which means that even with good dynamic vision, it's difficult to accurately estimate its arrival time.

The weakness is that the trajectory is dead, which makes it possible to avoid it by calculating the trajectory and avoiding it.

However, when the two flying spirits cooperate and are in large numbers, the weakness is indirectly eliminated.

There are constant lightning-like attacking figures around, and the space is occupied by fast or slow star cluster energy. There are only extremely limited gaps to exploit. If you are not careful, you will collide or even hit.

Faced with such attacks from near and far, even Luo Bo couldn't help but wonder whether he should defend forcefully.

In theory, mobile warfare is more suitable. By shifting and deforming the mixed strike effect, there will naturally be more omissions to exploit, making it easier to crack.

But his divine intuition told him that if he could not uphold the upright spirit of "the brave will win when encountering a narrow road" and instead thought about saving the country through curves, then changes would be triggered, and the situation would be very bad, at least deep. Get stuck in it and lose some opportunities.

"Just now! Live to die! You only dare to swing your knife at the weak. It's hard to temper your state of mind."

So Luo Bo began to commit suicide, hanging ice beads high in the sky to ensure that every movement of his shadow would not cause technical problems. Then the rest would depend on his calculation power and on-the-spot performance.

Eyes see six ways, ears listen in all directions. This commonly used description in the martial arts world is now used to describe Luo Bo. It has become a bit more magical. It should be said that he has full range of perception and full real-time calculations.

He used his brainpower to the highest level it could reach. This time he used not emotional passion, but rational precision. He felt like a machine and calculated the gains and losses with all his strength. This was also an extreme.

The light of the sword bloomed like a flower in the group of flying spirits. Most of the killings were to open a way, and a few were to reduce the threat.

Not killing for the sake of killing is almost one of the few bottom lines left for Luo Bo now.

These flying spirits are, to put it bluntly, armed souls, just like souls using alternative bodies. It's just that it's not accurate to call it a body. It's more appropriate to call it a robe.

A hooded robe with wide body and large sleeves, tied at the waist with a hemp rope, is such a simple style of clothing, but the inner magic structure can be called an extraordinary version of an airplane, consisting of tens of thousands of different runes. Structure and composition.

In contrast, it is the special magic weapon used by Fei Ling, which has a simple structure.

But if you only look at the outside, it's just the opposite. Whether it's the sky-breaking knife used for lightning shuttles or the thunder lamp that releases whirling star clusters, they all seem to be rare treasures.

However, there are so many flying spirits, just one in each hand, it feels very arrogant, worthy of the advanced magic civilization that has been talked about for thousands of years.

Luo Bo was not deceived by these magic weapons and became too greedy and timid. If necessary, he would chop Fei Ling's magic weapons into pieces without hesitation.

He didn't even count how many flying spirits there were or how thick the battle formation was. He just focused on the present moment and strived to achieve the best results with every move and move.

Just like this, dancing on the tightrope of death, one move after another, outlines a series of thrilling moments that make people forget to breathe, and also gains high-quality spiritual cultivation materials.

Such resources can be used repeatedly many times to squeeze out a large amount of high-value information, even if you think about it in the future, especially if you have nightmares about refining the gods.

People cannot dream of things they have never seen before, and the same goes for nightmare refining. The higher you go, the more harsh you become. False concepts gradually become easy to detect and can no longer provide growth.

Therefore, authentic and high-value information is needed to derive qualified copies.

For example, putting new wine in an old bottle, and then letting Luo Bo experience the feeling of his life hanging by a thread, playing with the feeling of heartbeat, and his consciousness and cognition will naturally be exercised again. This is repeated squeezing.

"Huh!" Luo Bo let out a long sigh as he fought his way out of the flying spirits.

The body is not tired, and with his current control ability, a battle of this intensity can only last three days and three nights.

The kind is spiritual. The portal of the inner universe is still too small, and the supply of soul power cannot keep up with the consumption.

In addition, the computing power is not good. If it only has soul power, the value of the information carried on it is not high enough, and the results are not good either.

To put it comprehensively, the soft power represented by the state of mind still cannot match the hard power, so that the level of power utilization is low, just like an old thermal power plant.

However, Luo Bo was not discouraged. On the contrary, he gained a sense of fulfillment that he did not have in the past by fishing for treasures.

While relying on Diao Bao to become powerful, he will also worry about gains and losses.

It can be said that no matter how great the strength Diao Bao brought, he was worried.

Worrying about loss is like a person who relies on his father's love and love to live a prosperous life and worries about what he will do if his parents don't love or give him money.

I am still worried now, but more importantly, I am full of motivation, just like a technical blue-collar who is about to overcome a small problem in the professional field and wonders if he can apply for a patent and get a promotion and salary increase once he succeeds.

dignity, and the realization of self-worth. The fourth and fifth of Maslow’s five human needs.

This is Luo Bo's desire for food and clothing.

At the beginning, when there was a question mark over whether he could survive normally, he didn't bother to think about these things.

Now, even if I haven't truly reached the pinnacle of the legendary level, I already have the confidence to say that even if the World-Destroying Legion comes now, whether they can kill me or not, we have to fight to know.

It has been less than half a year since time travel.

It can be seen that life is really more about quality than quantity.

(End of this chapter)