Chapter 315: The Achievement of Learning Balong

"Hmm!" Morea, who swallowed the three elemental hearts, let out an uncontrollable moan, which was so comfortable.

The three elemental hearts have been dealt with by him, and now 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 wraps around Morea, surrounded by hurricanes visible to the naked eye. Everywhere in Morea is explaining what a perfect Titan is, and a faint layer of dragon flame shrouds him. .

Even in titan form, Morea can still use the power of the golden dragon. Of course, it is not that he is actively using the dragon flame now, but the vision shown in the process of improving his power.

Under his feet, thirty rings of soul intent with mysterious textures slowly rotated, and at the outermost periphery, three more rings of soul intent slowly condensed.

However, it is different from the 30 golden rings of soul intent that look like they were made of metal and exudes a heavy aura. These three rings of soul intent shine in blue, red and purple respectively. Spiritual light, and it looks extremely hazy, without the condensed texture of the golden soul ring.

The rapid increase in power has to come at a cost. If the exclusive weapon of a part of Moreya's body, the power fed back to him, will make Moreya unable to perfectly control his own power in a short period of time. It is even said that apart from attributes, there are three elemental hearts that have nothing to do with Morea.

Morea enjoys the convenience and pleasure of the rapid increase in power, and must bear the corresponding consequences.

His power control will be greatly reduced, and the more power is improved, the weaker the control will be. And he will spend a lot of time and energy to condense and purify his soaring power.

However, the time consumed by this method is much faster than the natural promotion of bloodlines, or the honest meditation practice. In general, it is still very worthwhile.

Other than that, there are no other consequences. After all, even if Morea's brain is flooded, it is impossible to choose a way to gain power in advance at the expense of consuming his potential.

The improvement and fusion of strength made Morea feel extremely comfortable both physically and mentally. It made him feel warm all over, as if he was bathing in the winter sun, and his consciousness involuntarily became blurred and lethargic.

"This is uncontrollable and going to sleep." Troy looked at Morea's body, originally standing straight like an ancient pine, and then unknowingly fell down and sat down.

Moreover, under the gaze of the snow-white big cat, the body of Moria, which is no different from the pure-blooded Titan, began to appear dragon-like features, dragon horns, dragon scales, and even dragon wings on the back.

"You all go out to me." Seeing that the dragon transformation on Morea's body was getting worse and worse, Troy's cyan tiger pupils looked at the Red Dragon Outlets, Kleist and Green Dragon Fiona.

Several five-colored dragons saw Morea, who was about to become a dragon. , absorb the force.

Under such circumstances, it was only natural that they, the dragons who had just joined Morea or abandoned him, could not stay. To be a dragon, you must be conscious.

"You don't have to leave." Just when the group was just approaching the door of this room, Morea, who had already transformed into the dragon's titan form and was still in the transition to the dragon's form, slowly raised his face covered with dragon scales and said A majestic and heavy voice.

"Murray.

"Seeing Morea standing up slowly, Troy was a little stunned.

"The blood instinct of the dragon family is really troublesome." Raising his hand, he touched the dragon scale on his face that had been fused with Shengyao Huangyuan, and Morea showed a helpless smile.

It is indeed a very good choice to absorb the heart of the elements in the way of the dragon clan sleeping. When you wake up, your power will rise a lot. In addition, most of the hidden dangers of the promotion of swallowing power are in deep sleep and are solved by the blood of the body.

But Morea didn't like it. Sleeping was a waste of time. With three legendary-level elemental hearts, God knows how long he would have to sleep to fully absorb them.

He also has to keep looking for the dragons that his mother had banished, the sooner he finds the better. He was really worried that those five-colored dragons would provoke existences that they could not provoke now, and then be slaughtered.

The average strength of the five-colored dragons raised by Morea is above the gold level, which is a level that can live in a very nourishing way anywhere in Erathia.

But the premise is to be honest and not to cause trouble. But is it possible? A group of guys who are proficient in spells and battle-hardened, who can hang five-colored dragons of the same age, will honestly stay in one place and wait for Morea to find them?

Just kidding, just look at the six rebellious dragons, just out of the control of Morea, he became a robber dragon, established a three-color dragon thief group, plundered human cities, ran rampant on the borders of the four countries, and madly died.

If every five-colored dragon escaped like the six rebellious dragons of Kleist, and let go of himself. Morea felt that half of the hundred and one five-colored dragons would be killed before he found them.

"You don't need to force it." Seeing the sleepy Morea, the big cat Troy said.

"I don't like this feeling of losing control of myself." Morea smiled, following her instincts and feeling naturally comfortable. But when he wakes up, many things will inevitably get out of control, and there will be results that he is unwilling to accept.

...

On the cold and windy glacier, an elegant white dragon perched on top of an iceberg, looking down at the small frost giant tribe below. Beside her, six strong white dragons squatting around her exuding cold air. Above the glacier below, a layer of frost-white aura shrouded them all around them.

These are seven master white dragons who are proficient in spells, especially the elegant white dragon at the top. The aura on her body almost covers her figure, making it impossible for other creatures to peep at her true body, with a sense of mystery .

Around these seven mage white dragons, there are nearly a hundred white dragons that are sitting, lying, or flying in the air.

But the strange thing is that, with such a huge group of white dragons, the frost giant tribe below did not notice it, as if the hundreds of white dragons did not exist.

"Kill all these filthy frost giants." The elegant white dragon who cast a spell to cover up the whereabouts of the dragon group, his eyes were indifferent, and he issued a cruel order.

Not a single white dragon made a sound, and under the influence of invisibility magic, they silently approached the frost giant tribe.

"Ang!" "Roar!"... The screams of the frost giant, the roar of the white dragon breathing dragon breath resounded through the sky, and the glacial land was dyed red with bright red. And on the highest glacier, an elegant white dragon indifferently watched all this happen.

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