The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1173 Cutting
In the nameless valley, not long after Alan temporarily settled down, various abnormalities began to appear.

Sometimes the earth shook violently, as if there was a sudden earthquake, and sometimes there were strong winds, thunder, and rain covering the whole area for a long time.

The creatures that originally lived in it fled out of instinctive fear. Even the plants that struggled to grow and were scattered on the exposed rock layers became withered and gradually died in this ever-changing and harsh climate.

Deep in the valley, the bear goblin saint was now naked, sitting cross-legged on a huge rock, his ferocious male organs and strong muscles were completely exposed to the air, but there was not a trace of vulgarity.

If you look closely, you can see the muscles hidden under the thick hair moving in an orderly manner, and drops of sweat and white steam being squeezed out from the skin, either dripping onto the rocks along the hair or drifting into the air.

"Humph!!!"

Alan's brows suddenly tightened into a "川" shape, and he couldn't help but let out a low groan. Then he suddenly punched the air with his big hands. The wind from his fists created a violent gust of wind that whistled across the valley walls and rolled up countless dust.

Along with the fist wind, a part of Alan's mental power that he had actively cut off and abandoned was also thrown out of the body. After the mental power carrying the huge and complicated thoughts left its owner, it turned back into natural energy. However, before it could dissipate, it produced some kind of chemical reaction with the wills of countless creatures, connecting with the magic of nature to form dark clouds above the valley.

Click! ! !

A torrential rain mixed with hail fell in an instant, washing over the valley. Colorful mists emerged from it. Various sounds and illusions from the mundane world rose and fell in the valley, and occasionally pictures flashed between the sky, water and clouds.

The charming, violent, humble, and fearful voices kept circling in Alan's ears and mind, trying to influence and pollute the spiritual world of the bear goblin.

But how could Alan let them do as they wished?

The divine power flowing in the body turned into balls of golden divine fire, which continuously tempered every cell in the body as the blood flowed. Fortunately, Alan had already completed the energyization of his body, otherwise the pain brought by the constant tempering of the flesh by the divine fire would be enough to make a person collapse.

The body expanded and contracted during the tempering, distorting Alan's body and face. Sometimes his abdomen swelled like a balloon, and sometimes his muscles withered like a mummy.

The divine fire turned all the way in, and even directly transformed into a form in the sea of ​​consciousness. Endless mental power evaporated and formed clouds under the burning of the divine fire, and then condensed into raindrops in the sky and fell down. This cycle repeated itself just to eliminate the pollution of Allen's body by external will.

Turbulent waves were surging in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Alan's main consciousness was like a small boat drifting in the wind. If he was not careful, the violent turbulence would tear his ego into countless pieces, and he would become an idiot.

The mayfly-like filaments of spiritual power were sublimated in the divine fire, becoming more tenacious and purer. Even the color that appeared was dyed by the divine fire, emitting a faint golden charm in Alan's perception.

A large amount of impurities left over from the divine fire quenching were eventually woven into a sponge by Allen with his divinely infected mental hairpins, and then he cut off the heavy mental hairpins with a sharp blade transformed by his tenacious will and divine power. At the same time, the divine fire quickly wrapped and burned them and expelled them from his body. The physical and mental pain was beyond words, and only a tough and patient person like Allen could act so calmly, but he couldn't help but groan.

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Several days and nights passed with the sun rising and the moon setting. An adventurer passing by once felt the unusual scene here and thought that something strange was happening, so he bravely broke into the foggy valley, but soon ran out in panic, leaving here without looking back.

But even after leaving the fog, these adventurers could not feel safe. There were always all kinds of inexplicable noises ringing in their ears and minds. The world before their eyes became real and fake, making it difficult for them to distinguish reality. Even seeking divine treatment from the temple priests was of no avail, and they eventually went mad and died.

The fog contained a huge amount of energy including the power of faith, the spiritual power of saints comparable to that of gods, and divine power. Even if a legendary warrior had the physical and mental strength to enter this fog, it would be difficult to escape unscathed, let alone an ordinary adventurer.

This fog is now like a mental virus, devouring the surrounding natural energy to maintain its own existence, while silently infecting any creature that enters it.

Perhaps it won't be long before this place will become another forbidden place for adventurers that makes people shudder. Or maybe after Alan leaves this place, these dangerous energies will lose their source and dissipate. Who knows?

Alan didn't know about the changes that were taking place in this nameless valley. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much. As long as it didn't expand and endanger the natural ecology of the North, having such a Jedi might not be a bad thing.

After tempering himself several times and cutting off nearly 1/20 of his mental power, Allen painfully stopped the action. He couldn't tell if there was any messy energy left in his body, nor did he know if his temperament had changed. After all, as the master, personality is the most difficult thing to feel.

However, he was very sure that his current actions would at least delay his transformation into a ruthless and indifferent god, because he could feel that his emotions were already fluctuating in his heart.

The painful and difficult training finally made the tireless Allen feel a little tired. Now he just wanted to return to the barracks and have a good sleep.

This faint feeling of wanting to relax just rose from the depths of his mind, and was almost suppressed by Alan's strong and resolute will. Fortunately, what Alan cared about most at this time was the needs and changes in his heart. He immediately noticed and made a quick decision: then indulge yourself, go back and have a good sleep, and give yourself a holiday! !

He no longer worried about the emergence of this emotion and the decision he made, whether it was out of his own heart or he was kidnapped by the desires of his believers. Alan took out a set of coarse cotton and linen clothes, put them on in a few seconds, and flew towards the Thorn Fortress he had been traveling to and from.

As he flew, Alan's brain began to think unconsciously: How much did the Northern Alliance lose in this siege? How much did the elves lose? Are the reinforcements from their kingdom on their way out? How big is their number...

Alan, who has a hard-working life, is still unable to completely relax!