Chapter 135 Sleeping

? Muria remembered the pattern that reappeared when he cracked the magic circle this time, and left the exhibition hall. Under the gaze of some dragonborn maids, he entered the library, selected some books, and left the crystal castle.

He did not return directly to the Titans, but first went to the Giant City on Taiji Island, and summoned many giant leaders and storm giants in the White Jade Shrine to deal with some important matters that had been piled up, and accepted some recent visits by the way. A pilgrimage to the Titans of the Titans.

In the end, Morea returned to the Titans through the teleportation array he arranged in the White Jade Palace.

When returning to the courtyard residence, under the extension of Muria's mental power, there was a tranquility. Cynthia, Jessica, the three sisters of Renata Red Dragon, and Xueba Bailong were all sleeping quietly in the room. And Troy the white tiger lay on the roof lazily basking in the sun.

Morea saw the four little female dragons sleeping soundly and did not disturb them. For them, fighting in the abyss is a very exhausting thing, after all, they are always worried.

For Moreya, the abyss training ground is just a training ground for practicing martial arts and spells. Even if he only has the fifth golden rank now, he can easily kill some low-ranking ones with all his strength. Soul-level demon.

Even if he encounters the high-ranking demon at the peak of Soul Intent, he can't beat it, and he can easily run away. As for the legendary demon, that's not his concern. As long as there is a demon of this level, the Titan will naturally take care of it.

However, for these teenage dragons who have all been promoted to gold-level five-color dragons because they have eaten the flesh and blood of legendary sea monsters, the abyss training ground is a dangerous place. A little careless, there is a risk of death.

The strength of the red dragon is basically around the third golden level, and the first six red dragons hatched, their strength is far ahead of the other five-color dragons, and like Morea, they are at the fifth golden level.

However, although the level is the same, the combat power is really different, and Morea is on the verge of entering the soul will at any time, and they are estimated to go through a deep sleep before entering the soul level.

Among the five-colored dragons, these six strongest red dragons can barely cope with the first-order soul-intelligence demons, and the higher-order soul-intent-level demons are blinded, and they must call for help to find Morea.

This is true of the strongest red dragons. The rest of the younger red dragons and the other four weaker dragon species have more difficulty in surviving in the abyss training ground, and must report to the regiment to survive.

And this is exactly what Morea looks forward to and loves the most. Under the oppression of death, the five-colored dragons abandoned the prejudice between the dragon species. The strongest red dragon is willing to join forces with the white dragon, who is known as the shame of the five-colored dragon.

The blue dragon no longer disliked the green dragon and the black dragon, and joined forces to survive in the abyss training ground, killing demons in exchange for crystals.

And this is also one of the original intentions of Morea bringing the dragon group into the abyss training ground. He hopes that his five-colored dragons can unite with each other and learn to help the same kind.

This idea sounds really ridiculous, but Morea hopes that the dragons he raises can do this, and for this reason, he does not hesitate to use death to force them to learn to unite. This approach, so far, seems to be quite effective.

"Big cat." Morea flew up to the roof, came to Troy's side, who had a pair of pure white wings and a snow-white body, and then, very naturally, lay between its soft fur.

The big cat basking in the sun with half-squinted eyes felt Morea who fell between his hairs. His ears moved, and then there was no more. For more than ten years, Morea did not know that it was in human form. How many times has it been lying on its body, it has changed from being uncomfortable and resisting at first to being indifferent now.

"Casio!" Morea, who was comfortably trapped in the white hair, called out the name of the spirit. At the same time, the legendary magic array pattern that she memorized was transmitted to her through the connection between herself and the spirit.

The translucent slender figure condensed around Morea, the size of an ordinary human being. After Casio condensed his body, he stretched out his hand and waved, and a mysterious and complicated array pattern condensed in front of Morea. This is the pattern that Morea can't decipher in memory.

"It's starting to crack." Morea sat up and stretched, then focused on the pattern in front of her, and began to try to crack it. Casio on the side didn't look at it, and looked at Morea quietly. According to his mind fluctuations, he condensed a light curtain that recorded the knowledge of the esoteric magic circle for him, and provided him with assistance in deciphering the pattern.

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Time flies, and a year goes by silently. During this period, as before, Morea practiced martial arts every morning, and then made an appointment with a few titans or blazing gods, and then soaked in the pool of life for a while. After that, he studied magic circles, cracked legendary patterns, or studied Spellbooks, build spell models in the spirit sea.

At the same time, every once in a while, Morea also led the five-colored dragons to the abyss training ground to experience and kill. Efforts were made to erase the selfishness and cruelty of these evil dragons, and at the same time to instill in them some values ​​that Moria thought was extremely "correct".

And just when Morea turned forty-nine years old and was about to completely crack the defensive magic circle in Jinlongniang Castle, the influence of the dragon's blood on him came quietly.

Fifty years old, for the ancestor dragon, it has come to the age of juvenile dragon.

When the sun just emerged from the horizon, dispelling the darkness and shedding the first rays of sunlight, some five-colored dragons who had not slept all night stuck their heads out of their palaces and looked at the quaint building on the top of the mountain. There should have long been the sound of weapons cutting through the air, but today, it was extraordinarily quiet.

"What's the matter? Why is there no sound today?"

"Could it be that Morea was planning to be lazy today? So I didn't get up to practice martial arts." A blue dragon guessed darkly.

"Do you think it's possible?" Another green dragon looked contemptuously at the blue dragon who guessed that Morea was lazy, "Morea is not you, how could he be lazy? For more than ten years, I haven't seen him take a day off. ."

"If Morea is not lazy, then there is something wrong with him." A white dragon said firmly, saying the guess that was closest to the truth.

"What's the problem?" A red dragon with a ferocious posture asked curiously. Although the white dragon is the weakest among the dragons, because of the existence of the learning tyrant dragon Clodia, the white dragon's spellcasting ability is the highest among the dragons, and his intelligence is developed to an extreme.

"Muria has entered a period of deep sleep and is ready to enter the next age group."

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