Global Advent: Apocalyptic Island Game

The Dark Ranger glanced at it, and quickly returned it to Meng Hao.

Still can't understand.

Meng Hao: "???"

"Aren't the magic runes interlinked?"

Holding matts in his left hand and the witch's diary in his right, Meng Hao questioned.

The dark ranger shook his head lightly, and said, "This should be the language of the deserted island world. I am not from the deserted island world."

Speaking of this, the Dark Ranger seemed to recall his hometown, and there was a gloomy look in his bright eyes.

There seemed to be an extremely cold storm in her heart, and the whole body began to emit chills.

Meng Hao couldn't help being startled.

Originally, he planned to ask about the origin of the Dark Ranger, but seeing this scene, he decisively dismissed the idea.

Now that the Dark Ranger has managed to gain some warmth, if he returns to his previous cold appearance, it is obviously not what Meng Hao wants to see.

Meng Hao sighed with emotion.

Could it be that his great career of practicing magic died prematurely?

Is the passion going to be extinguished like this?

Meng Hao shook his head in disappointment, and put the witch's diary and matt book back into the storage ring, planning to practice again in the future.

Now like a headless chicken, it is impossible to practice successfully.

Continuing to practice can only be a waste of time.

With this time, why not explore a few more deserted islands, maybe you can get better results.

Seeing Meng Hao's disappointed expression, the dark ranger immediately comforted him:

"Although I can't understand what is written on it, I know that the mechanism of practicing magic is interlinked."

"No matter what kind of magic you practice, you have to let go of your body and mind, and let your spirit blend with the whole world."

"If you practice earth-type magic, you have to imagine yourself as a speck of dust, and your spiritual power is integrated into the deep soil, and you can feel the thick and majestic power of the earth."

"If you practice water magic, you have to imagine yourself as a drop of water, your spiritual power is integrated into the vast ocean, and you can feel the power contained in the turbulent waves."

"If you practice fire magic, you have to imagine yourself as a ball of fire, and your spiritual power is integrated into the flames, and you can feel the power of the flames in the burning and blazing."

"If you practice wind magic, you have to imagine yourself as a gust of wind, and integrate your spiritual power into the storm, and feel the power of the wind in the elegance that stirs the wind and clouds in the nine heavens."

……

The dark ranger spoke quietly, his delicate face was particularly attractive, and his clear voice made people mesmerized.

Hearing the words of the dark ranger, Meng Hao felt enlightened, and his heart suddenly became clear.

It turns out that practicing magic is not about studying math problems.

It is not to say that there is a way to solve the problem and the answer can be written.

It also needs to be comprehended with heart and sing piously.

So, Meng Hao slowly closed his eyes, and gently opened his arms.

Open your heart and embrace the world.

Think of yourself as a drop of water, listening to the sound of the raging waves around you.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

With the help of the insight pipe, Meng Hao's spirit felt unprecedentedly relaxed, and his body and mind merged into the vast ocean, wandering freely.

At this moment, the witch's diary, which had always been obscure, seemed to come to life.

The few pages that Meng Hao had translated before automatically came to his mind.

Suddenly, a drop of water was beating in Meng Hao's palm, and then he spun crazily.

Under the surprised eyes of the dark ranger, the water drop in Meng Hao's hand grew bigger and bigger, and soon grew to the size of a fist.

An explosive force was constantly brewing in the water polo, and its power became more and more frightening.

Water magic - water polo!

Chapter 46 Water Polo Magic Ocean Spirit

On the island of the base, mist rolled with the wind.

Meng Hao held a shining water polo with one hand, and there was a special power rippling from his body.

He closed his eyes and listened to the waves, carefully comprehending the sound of the waves hitting the shore.

He felt himself turned into a drop of water, his body merged into the ocean.

I have become a member of the sea, and I also have the power of the sea.

He felt that the whole ocean was in his heart.

What you hold in your palm is the whole world.

Let's cheer together, surfers!

Until a certain moment, Meng Hao, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them.

A frightening power erupted in vain.

"Water polo!"

Meng Hao let out a loud breath, and with a violent shock, the water polo in his hand was thrown far away.

The water polo fell into the sea like a heavy bomb, and with a bang, it instantly stirred up thousands of waves.

Unfortunately, a shark lay on the gun, and was directly blown to pieces by Meng Hao.

The shark died instantly, and the whole sea area was stained red with blood.

Suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness came.

Meng Hao felt that the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and he felt a strong sense of weakness. His eyes darkened, and his body fell straight forward.