Chapter 415: Hope Road Sign

The succubus was swelled and exploded under the huge magic power.
Its explosion really matched the beauty and power of its lifetime.
The explosion is not only powerful, but also colorful, with dark shadow-like energy in the dark; a green detonating magic flame; and a red magic power.
These three colors of brilliance merge together, like the "three fireworks" played in childhood.
The brilliant color instantly turned into a popping noise, and in a cloud of smoke, turned into nothingness.
Morin had been hiding behind for a long time after the explosion. After the disaster, he admired such a beautiful view.
This is really like a holiday firework after suffering.
Since ancient times, it has been said that greed is not enough for the snake to swallow the elephant. In the matter of absorbing magic power, the succubus really lost here.
However, this can not unilaterally blame the succubus, after all, people have died, and still tragic death, even the scum of the corpse is not left.
According to the common concept of my weakness and my rationality, it can be seen that the succubus is also extremely pitiful.
Although, before that, it may have killed many innocent lives.
But the deceased is dead, and it is inconvenient for us to write more articles on him.
Merely said that after ending the life of the succubus, Morin took a long sigh of relief.
This battle is arguably the most dangerous battle here by Morin.
If it wasn't for the succubus to hit by mistake, it was necessary to kill Moline by absorbing magic power. Moline could hardly do anything about it.
By chance, Morin defeated the enemy and was full of fear for the road ahead.
Because after passing through these two powerful demons, he believes that the more he goes forward, the stronger the demons he encounters.
But he himself clearly felt that his current strength, although much stronger than before.
But when it comes to a more powerful existence, it really has a very big deficiency.
And from Saglong to Kalman the dragon, to the demon in the broken building of the night elves, all made Morin feel:
It seems that no matter how you progress, or how fast you progress, in this world, there is a strong presence that can surpass him.
When he was a magic apprentice, he thought that as long as he upgraded his artifacts step by step, he could gain powerful power, and then he could protect the world well.
However, as his abilities improved, he continued to communicate with the outside world, making his vision wider.
The broad field of vision made Mo Lin constantly find that his eyes were extremely short.
The short-sighted vision makes him more blind and confident, which is a vicious circle.
This time, Mo Lin came here to try it out. Rather than discovering the shortcomings of the rune system, the biggest improvement was the cultivation of his heart.
With such a trial, Morin knew that the strong middle had its own strong hand, and the world was so big.
Only what you can't think of is nothing that you can't see.
With such a heart, Mo Lin is very delicious for the future development.
First: Morin will never be arrogant again. No matter what he does or fights with anyone, he will not be paralyzed.
Second: These experiences made Morin discover that cultivation is a hard thing, but it must never stop.
It's not that learning is like going against the current, and if you don't advance, you retreat; it's that only if you keep becoming stronger will the world you see become bigger, so your ability will be stronger.
auzw.com This is completely a kind of pioneering and spurring on the way forward.
With these thoughts in mind, Morin made up his mind that after going back this time, he must continue to strengthen his cultivation.
The so-called strong is not self-righteous, but to stand the test of reality.
So after going back, what kind of training should be done, Mo Lin also think about it.
Now all he has to do is to take a two-pronged approach, while constantly trying to upgrade artifacts.
It can also be seen from the battle that one's own attack and defense are relatively monotonous.
In addition to the flame magic that has become very strong, his other magic is very low-level, and it is still difficult to play a role once it reaches a strong enemy.
Another cultivation point is that it is naturally its own "magic body".
Especially in the battle with succubus, Morin had a new understanding of his "magic body".
He thought that his own magic body, like abilities like "magic eyes" and "magic ears".
Where was there a failure in his previous situation.
Because of this, Moline once believed that his "magic body" would definitely work no matter what kind of battle or battle with anyone.
However, it won't work here in Succubus.
This quickly made Morin realize that his magic body still hadn't gotten home, not only hadn't gotten home, it could even be said to be ten thousand miles.
For the cultivation of the "magic body", it is Morin's key cultivation object.
Because it is different from the artifact, except when upgrading the third-level artifact, because of the special situation, he has gained a special artifact power.
This made Morin know that the artifact could be greatly improved under certain circumstances. It is not necessary to upgrade artifacts step by step according to the text left by grandpa.
But even so, after all, the artifact has a certain limit because of the word "device".
Morin can only upgrade at this level.
This is not the case with the "magic body", because that is the variation of its own body under the influence of magic power.
This makes the "magic body" almost endless possibilities.
Morin was already conscious of this, so he deliberately exercised it. Now it seems that this exercise is still not enough.
Well, these are Mo Lin's plans for his future life.
However, he is no matter how good the planning is, and how to be organized. In front of him, there is still a big practical problem to be solved.
The question is, how can he go out here?
The road ahead is dark, completely clueless. The smell of the demon seemed to be still in the air, and could not be dissipated for a long time.
Smelling the smell of sulfur was like the soldiers advancing towards the enemy's flaming muzzle on the battlefield.
The danger is self-evident, the uncertainty is self-evident, and Morin hesitates about the future.
But in the smell of sulfur, he seemed to find a fresh air again.
Such a ray of air, like a beacon, or a beacon, pointed out the direction for Morin.
For Morin, that was the direction of hope, the hope that he could return to Angel.
This hope was like a hungry beggar smelling bread, and Moline hurried away in that direction.
But, waiting for him, is it really hope?