"Hmm!" Muria made an uncontrollable moan after swallowing three elemental hearts. It was so comfortable.
The three elemental hearts have been processed by him, and the power released every moment is within his tolerance limit and will not make him feel any discomfort.
The golden thunder as thick as a python coiled around Muria's body, and the hurricane that was visible to the naked eye surrounded him. Everywhere in Muria's body was explaining what it means to be a perfect Titan, and a layer of faint dragon flame enveloped him.
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Even in the Titan form, Muria can still use the power of the golden dragon. Of course, it is not that he is actively using the dragon flames now, but it is just a strange phenomenon displayed during the process of increasing his power.
Under his feet, thirty soul rings with mysterious textures slowly rotated, and at the outermost periphery, three more soul rings slowly condensed.
However, unlike Muriana's thirty golden soul rings that looked like they were made of metal and exuded a heavy aura, these three soul rings shined in blue, red, and purple respectively.
Aura, and it looks extremely hazy, without the solid texture of the golden soul ring.
The rapid increase in power has to pay some price. The exclusive weapons that are part of Muria's body and the power fed back to him make Muria unable to perfectly control his power in a short period of time. It is said that in addition to attributes,
Three elemental hearts that have nothing to do with Muria.
Muria enjoyed the convenience and pleasure of rapid increase in strength, but he had to bear the corresponding consequences.
His control over power will decrease significantly. The more his power increases, the weaker his control will be. Moreover, he will spend a lot of time and energy condensing and purifying his ever-expanding power.
However, the time consumed by this method is much faster than relying on natural promotion through bloodline, or practicing meditation honestly. Overall, it is still very worthwhile.
Apart from this, 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 expense of consuming his own potential.
The improvement and integration of power made Muria feel extremely comfortable, both physically and mentally. It made his whole body warm, as if he was bathing in the winter sunshine, and his consciousness began to become blurred and drowsy involuntarily.
sleep.
"I can't help but fall asleep." Troy looked at Muria's body, which was originally standing upright like an ancient pine, and then fell down and sat down unknowingly.
Moreover, under the gaze of the snow-white big cat, Muria's body, which was no different from a pure-blood Titan, began to show dragon-like features, with dragon horns, dragon scales, and even dragon wings emerging from behind.
"You all get out." Seeing that the dragon transformation phenomenon on Muria's body was getting more and more serious, Troy's green tiger eyes looked at the Red Dragon Outlet, Kleist and the green dragon Fiona.
Several five-color dragons saw Muria who was almost turning into a dragon, looked at each other, and then walked towards the door very consciously. It seemed that Muria was about to enter a deep sleep in the form of a dragon.
, absorb power.
In this case, it is natural that none of these dragons, who had just taken refuge in Muria or betrayed him, could stay. To be a dragon, you must be conscious.
"No need to leave." Just when this group of people had just approached the door of this room, Muria, who had already transformed into the Dragon Titan form and was still transitioning to the dragon form, slowly raised her face covered with dragon scales and said
A majestic and thick voice.
"Muria." Troy was a little stunned when he saw Muria standing up slowly.
"The dragon clan's bloodline instinct is really troublesome." Raising his hand and touching the dragon scales on his face that had been fused with the Holy Glory Emperor Abyss, Muria smiled helplessly.
It is indeed a very good choice to absorb the heart of elements in the way of dragon sleeping. When you wake up, your power will increase a lot. In addition, most of the hidden dangers of swallowing the power of promotion are solved by the blood of the body while sleeping.
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But Muria doesn't like it. Sleeping is a waste of time. God knows how long he has to sleep for three legendary elemental hearts to fully absorb them.
He will continue to look for the giant dragons that were exiled by his mother, and the sooner he finds them, the better. He is really worried that those five-color dragons will offend beings that they cannot offend now, and then be killed.
The average strength of the five-color dragons raised by Muria is above the gold level. This is a level that can live in a very nourishing way anywhere in Erathia.
But the premise is to be honest and not cause trouble. But is it possible? A group of guys who are proficient in magic, experienced in the battlefield, and can beat dragons of five colors of the same age, will stay in one place honestly, waiting for Muria to find them?
Just kidding, just look at those six rebellious dragons. Just after they escaped the control of Muria, they became robber dragons, established a three-color dragon robber group, plundered human cities, rampaged across the borders of the four countries, and sought death crazily.
If every five-color dragon could escape like Kleist's six rebellious dragons and let themselves go. Muria felt that half of the one hundred and one five-color dragons would be killed before he could find them.
"You don't have to hold on." Seeing the sleepy Muria, the big cat Troy said.
"I don't like this feeling of losing control of myself." Muria smiled, following his instincts and feeling naturally comfortable. But when he wakes up, many things will inevitably lose control, and there will be consequences that he is not willing to accept.
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On a large glacier with a biting cold wind, an elegant white dragon is sitting on an iceberg, looking down at the small frost giant tribe below. Beside her, six strong white dragons that are coiled and exuding cold air are squatting on her
On the glacier below, there is a layer of frost-white aura surrounding them.
These are seven mage white dragons who are proficient in magic, especially the elegant white dragon at the top. The aura on her body almost covers her body, preventing other creatures from peeking into her true body, with a sense of mystery.
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Surrounding these seven mage white dragons, there are nearly a hundred white dragons sitting, lying, or flying in the air.
But the strange thing is that the frost giant tribe below did not notice such a large group of white dragons, as if these hundreds of white dragons did not exist.
"Kill all these filthy frost giants." The elegant white dragon cast a spell to cover up the whereabouts of the group of dragons it commanded, with a look of indifference in its eyes as it issued a cruel order.
None of the white dragons made a sound. Under the influence of the invisibility spell, they quietly approached the frost giant tribe.
"Ang!" "Roar!"... The screams of the frost giants and the roar of the white dragon breathing out dragon breath resounded across the sky, dyeing the glacier land bright red. And on the highest glacier, an elegant white dragon watched all this indifferently