Mo Lansheng lay helpless on the fifth floor of the Mage Tower, covering his face with one hand and refusing to put it down.
"Shameful, shameful, it's over, this old man has lost all his face.
I was so excited that all my mental energy was on my body, leaving no mental energy to explore at all.
Next time, you must retain the most basic vigilance and always explore the surroundings.
Alas, otherwise I won’t know how I will die next time.”
Mo Lan left quietly and silently found a deserted place on the island to practice.
In the state of Featherfall Technique, resisting the fire ring is very powerful. One time resisting the fire ring can basically make Mo Lan escape forty or fifty meters.
"It seems like the resistance is a bit strong."
Mo Lan thought about it, went offline to find information, and when he came up, he directly used his mental power to form a spindle shape on the surface of his body.
Mo Lan's idea is very simple. Since mental power can be turned into substantial interfering substances, and the air can definitely be contacted, it should be feasible to use mental power to change the shape to reduce air resistance.
Mo Lan was lying in the air, resisting the explosion of the ring of fire behind him, but the distance he advanced this time was pitifully small, and Mo Lan fell headlong to the ground.
"It cannot be spindle-shaped, and the direction under the feet must be flat, otherwise it cannot best bear the impact force.
Therefore, I am now like a rocket, or a bullet, and the resistance fire ring that erupts behind is the propellant. I want to bear the impact of the resistance fire ring as much as possible.
So the bullet shape should be my most ideal shape at the moment.”
Mo Lan silently wrapped his mental power into the shape of a bullet, with the front pointed and the back flat. In addition, he also projected the insubstantial mental power in the shape of a ribbon, covering a hundred meters around himself to avoid causing another air disaster.
Peng!
Resisting the explosion of the ring of fire, the platform under Mo Lan's feet caught the impact to the greatest extent, and he rushed forward in an instant.
Ten meters, thirty meters, fifty meters, seventy meters!
"Fuck!"
Mo Lan couldn't help but widen his eyes when he felt his speed, but his eyes widened even more when the angle was a little off and he was about to fall to the ground.
The mental power on both sides opens outwards, trying to form an upwardly tilted plane.
The airflow impacted on this plane, giving Mo Lan a slight upward force.
However, before Mo Lan could change his direction, the plane was shattered. Mo Lan fell headlong to the ground, and the mental energy that took the shape of a bullet also shattered. Mo Lan slid far away on the ground with a water shield, plowing a shallow ditch.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
The ellipsoid-shaped water shield rolled around on the ground several times and finally fell to the ground.
Mo Lan lay on his back on the ground, folding his arms and supporting his chin with one hand, looking at the sky and lost in thought.
"The strength of mental power is too small, and it cannot withstand the huge impact of the air flow, nor can it achieve the effect of changing direction.
It's already amazing to be able to resist the fire ring's push, but there's no way it can bear more.
In other words, as long as I have speed, I basically don't have to think about turning, and I can't turn at all.
Alas, you can only fly straight and cannot change direction, so this method of flying can basically only be used to escape, rush, or commit suicide."
Mo Lan knew very well the advantages and disadvantages of this method of flying.
"Don't be greedy. At least I can fly, and isn't it just a flying technique? I will be able to develop it sooner or later, so what's the rush?"
Mo Lan said casually, turned around and floated towards me, with his whole head forward and face down in the air.
puff!
Resist the fire ring erupting behind you.
puff!
puff!
After several times of resisting the fire ring, Mo Lan appeared next to the mage tower. When he was about to enter the field of vision of other players, Mo Lan stopped using the resist fire ring, stopped slowly, then put his hands behind his back, lifted his feet off the ground, and slowly
Approaching the mage tower at a fast speed.
Floating in the air, guiding a player here and inspecting a breeding farm there.
All the players who saw Mo Lan's appearance were filled with envy.
"If I can fly, I must become an elite mage, and I will be able to fly at the elite level."
There were exclamations one after another and words of envy. Mo Lan couldn't suppress the smile on his face. After turning around in a circle, he floated towards the Mage Tower and entered directly from the fourth floor window.
When entering the window, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"Instructor, you hit the shield again!"
When Mo Lan heard this, his body trembled, and he almost fell on the fourth floor window sill. He quickly landed, stuck out his head, and looked down fiercely. He found the speaker, pointed at his team, and showed a cruel smile on his face.
"The whole team will practice another hundred rounds of water shield technique!"
"Oh, no, instructor, no!"
"One hundred and fifty rounds!"
Amidst the wailing, this group of mages went to one side alone and began to practice the group water shield technique.
A round of Water Shield is to memorize all three spell slots of Water Shield, and then use them all up. This whole set is a round of Water Shield.
Mo Lan smiled successfully, returned to his chair, looked at the records on the notepad, and regained his previous thoughts.
"A grade-less spell that is permanently available and can grow."
Mo Lan murmured to himself.
"Since it is possible to confer spiritual power with magic that can affect matter.
So... can magic be used?"
Mo Lan had a kind of expectation in his heart.
"What if magic power could become as substantial as spiritual power?
Then isn’t my magic power just a shield? If the strength of the shield is proportional to the quality of the magic power, and the toughness of the shield is proportional to the quantity of magic power, then wouldn’t it mean that I have a shield that keeps pace with the times and is not subject to any changes?
A level-restricted spell?
And as long as my magic power is not empty, the shield will never be broken?"
Mo Lan's heart was immediately filled with this idea.
"You can try it."
Mo Lan directly called up the spell model of the mage's hand, and then directly intercepted the structure that materialized the mental power.
"It is this spell structure that materializes spiritual power.
If the materialized object is changed from mental power to magic power, then this spell will basically be improved successfully.
This isn't even a creation spell model, it's just a transformation.
As long as the transformation is completed, I will have a spell that is not limited to levels, can grow with me, and still keep up with the rhythm."
A smile appeared on Mo Lan's face, but when he saw the structure of this mage, he was suddenly confused.
The spell structure of Mage's Hand is completely different from that of other first-level spells.
"This...this...the gap is too big, right?"
Mo Lan suddenly covered his face with his hands.
"How does this spell structure lock into mental power?
Which node or points are responsible for these?
And if you want to change the object from mental power to magic power, how do you change it?"
Mo Lan looked at the spell structure carefully and fell into silence.
