"唔!" Muria, who swallowed the heart of the three elements, made a moan that couldn't help but was too comfortable.

The heart of the three elements has been dealt with by him, and the power released every moment is now within his limit and will not make him feel any discomfort.

A thick gold thunder like a python surrounds Muria, surrounded by hurricanes visible to the naked eye, everywhere Muria is interpreting what is called the perfect Titan's body, a layer of dragon flames surrounds him .

Even in Titan form, Muria can still use Jinlong's power. Of course, now it is not his active use of Long Yan, but the vision he showed during the ascension of strength.

At his feet, thirty rings of souls spreading across the mysterious texture slowly rotated, and at the outermost, three rings of souls slowly condensed.

However, unlike Murray's thirty lines, which look like they are poured from metal, they exude a thick atmosphere of golden soul rings. These three soul rings sparkle blue, red, and purple. Aura, and it looks extremely hazy, without the solidity of the golden soul ring.

快速 The rapid increase in strength must come at a price. If the exclusive weapon of Muria's body and the power fed back to him make Muria unable to perfectly control his power in a short time. It is said that in addition to the attributes, the heart of the three elements has nothing to do with Muria.

Muriya enjoyed the convenience and pleasure of rapid power increase, and she must bear the corresponding consequences.

The strength of his power control will decrease sharply. The more power he has, the weaker his power will be. And he will spend a lot of time and energy to condense and refine his ever-rising power.

However, the time consumed in this way is naturally faster than the normal promotion by blood, or the practice of honest meditation, which is still very worthwhile in general.

There are no other consequences. After all, even if Muria's brain is flooded, it is impossible to choose a way to gain strength in advance at the cost of consuming her potential.

的 The enhancement and integration of strength makes Muria extremely comfortable, both physically and mentally. It made him feel warm like he was bathing in the winter sun, and his consciousness began to blur and lethargic.

"This is uncontrollable to fall asleep." Troy looked at Muria's body, originally standing straight like an ancient pine, and then sitting unconsciously.

Also, under the watchfulness of the big white cat, Muria's body, which is no different from the pure blood Titan, began to show dragon characteristics, dragon horns, dragon scales, and even dragon wings emerged from behind.

"You all go out to me." Seeing that Murray's dragon phenomenon was getting worse, Troy's blue tiger pupil looked at the red dragon outlets, Kleist and the green dragon Fiona.

Several five-colored dragons saw Muria almost turning into a dragon, looked at each other, and walked very consciously toward the door. It seems that Muria is about to enter the dormant period with the attitude of a dragon. Absorb power.

In this case, the group of dragons who had just turned from Muria or betrayed him could not stay, and it is justified. To be a dragon, you need to be conscious.

"Don't leave." Just before the group approached the door of the room, Muria, who had turned into the dragon's Titan form, was still moving towards the dragon's form. Majestic and heavy voice.

"Muria." Troy was a little stunned to see Muria slowly rising.

"The blood instinct of the Dragons is really troublesome." Raising his hand, touching the dragon scales on his face that have been fused with Sheng Yaohuang Yuan, Muria showed a helpless smile.

Absorbing the heart of the elements in a sleepy way of the Dragons is indeed a very good choice. When he wakes up, his strength rises a lot. In addition, most of the hidden dangers of swallowing power promotion are in deep sleep and solved by the blood of the body.

But Muria didn't like it. Sleeping was a waste of time. The heart of the three legendary elements, God knows how long it takes him to sleep to fully absorb it.

He will continue to search for the dragons exiled by his mother, the sooner the better. He was really worried that those five-colored dragons provoked them to exist now and were slaughtered.

The five-colored dragon supported by Muria has an average strength above the gold level, which is a level that can live in a very nourishing way anywhere in Elasia.

But the premise is honest, don't mess with it. But is it possible? A group of guys who are proficient in spells and battle-tested. They can hang a five-colored dragon of the same age. Will they be honest in one place and wait for Muria to find them?

I joked and saw the six rebellious dragons. As soon as he got out of Muria's control, he became a robber dragon, established a tri-color dragon robber group, plundered the human race city, and ran across the borders of the four kingdoms.

If every five-colored dragon escaped like Cleister's six rebellious dragons, letting go of themselves. Muria felt that the 101 five-color dragons would be killed by half before he found them.

"You don't need to hold on." Troy, the big cat, saw the sleepy-eyed Muria.

"I don't like the feeling of losing control of myself ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Muriya smiled, conformed to her instincts, and was naturally comfortable. But when he woke up, many things would inevitably lose control and he was unwilling to accept the result of.

Uh ...

On the icy glacier, an elegant white dragon huddled over an iceberg, looking down at the small frost giant tribe below. Next to her, six strong white dragons squatting around her were squatting around her. Above the glacier below, there is a layer of frosty light on them.

This is the seven master white dragons who are proficient in spells, especially the elegant white dragon at the highest place. The aura of her body almost obscures her figure, so that other creatures cannot see her true body, with a sense of mystery. .

There are nearly a hundred white dragons sitting or lying, or flying in the air around these seven mage white dragons.

But strangely, such a large white dragon group, the frost giant tribe below, did not notice it, as if the hundreds of white dragons did not exist.

"Kill all the filthy giants of frost." The elegant white dragon who casts his spells to cover the whereabouts of the dragon group, indifferent in his eyes, issued a cruel command.

There was no sound from any of the white dragons. Under the effect of the invisibility spell, they approached the Frost Giant Tribe silently.

"Ang!" "Roar!" ... The scream of the Frost Giant, the roar of the white dragon's breath screaming through the sky, and the red color stained the glacial land. And on the highest glacier, an elegant white dragon watched it all indifferently.

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