Chapter 261: Cultivation in the mud

The flame is about to extinguish, and the python seems to feel that Moline's breath of life is steadily weakening, and his flat head is filled with the joy of swallowing fresh meat.
Since becoming a notorious place of death here, the overlord in the quagmire has not eaten decent meat for a long time. Over the years, it has been eating saprophytes in the sludge to maintain life. Overlord, isn’t that too shabby?
The python increased its strength in excitement, and it could feel that the little human inside suddenly seemed to have melted, and suddenly collapsed in the middle.
The python hadn't waited for a response, and heard a huge explosion.
"boom!"
A small mushroom-shaped flame with a height of one person rises, the mud in the mud is blown into the sky, and the rain falls, and the giant python is blown into a few sections, and then falls into the sky and then falls. Mire.
The flame collapsed, but it did not completely disappear, but as if it were active, it flew out to the periphery of the quagmire, and then landed on the ground.
The flame was spinning and disappearing at the moment of landing, but in the shadow of fire was the smooth rod of Mo Lin.
He knelt down on the ground as soon as he stood, his hands supporting the ground to breathe, and at the same time he was terrified.
"I said why this place is called the land of death. It turned out that there was still such a monster inside. If it wasn't for me to launch the fire elemental form in time, it would have to be hung here today." Mo Lin sat on the ground and thought to himself .
Looking at the body of the python sinking on the quagmire, Morin suddenly thought that this guy's skin could actually resist the flames he emitted. It seemed that the skin must have a good defense.
Although such good things are useless to yourself, is it a pity to just throw them away in this way?
Thinking of this, Morin flew up and threw out a few whole snake bodies that were not completely sunk in the air.
Morin returned to the ground, took out the dagger, peeled off several sets of snakeskin neatly, washed them in a nearby puddle, and put them into the space ring.
After these treatments were completed, Mo Lin did not take a rest and went directly to the quagmire to practice.
Because this kind of exercise is to squeeze his own limit, and say to rest when tired, it is just the exercise method of ordinary people. If you want to have good achievements, you have to break the ordinary, so that you can make extraordinary.
Morin clenched his teeth and persevered in the quagmire. At this time, although there was no threat of hunger and "bear head", his inner perseverance and motivation generated a greater spur.
Once again, the muscles were as painful as tears, and the bones seemed to be burning. Morin felt that his lungs were like ten thousand red blades cutting.
This kind of pain can be said to be fleeting, and most people seem to be able to endure it, but Morin has endured it for a long time. That kind of pain can be destroyed by people like steel.
Morin walked step by step, and every time he took a step, there were two voices in his brain arguing with each other.
One of the voices clamored for Mo Lin to leave the quagmire to rest quickly, while the other voice was weak, but he firmly motivated Mo Lin to let him persevere anyway.
The first voice almost filled Mo Lin's mind, but Mo Lin still listened to the faint voice and kept sticking.
Finally, after the eighth lap, Morin's will did not collapse, but his body could no longer execute the instructions of the brain.
Mo Lin had no more energy, and he was about to fall into the quagmire. At this moment, he adjusted his magic power. The flames sprayed from the palms and feet. He also flew out of the quagmire, hit the ground, but couldn't move anymore. Too.
The magic flowed slowly through Morin's body, constantly repairing and forging his broken muscles.
Morin confused his eyes, but he could feel the changes in his body, and he could feel the strength condensing a little bit.
"Okay, take this opportunity, the body's forging is on its own." Morin thought, and then he carried the magic on the left leg circle.
"puff!"
Morin's soul jumped out at once, and then sat in midair, pinched the handprint, first practiced a cyclical soul power with a soul swirl, and then changed the handprint to perceive the surrounding elements.
auzw.com After the cultivation of the soul was completed, the soul returned to the body, and Morrington felt a strange feeling.
This feeling is not caused by soul cultivation, but from his physical exercise.
Morin felt that his body was still fatigued, and there was a tingling sensation all over his body, like there were countless small ants crawling in his flesh.
However, this kind of feeling Morin did not feel uncomfortable, but there was a feeling of Shutai, and at the same time, although his body was tired, he inexplicably felt his strength increased.
This faint promotion made Mo Lin somewhat happy, but he didn't get smug, he knew that this degree was just the beginning.
Looking at the day to noon, Mo Lin hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls of dry food and water, and then opened the portal again, this time he teleported to the hill near the bloodthorn cave.
When he came to the top of the mountain, Morin overlooked the cave and saw that the dragons were still there. He examined them carefully and found that there were 28 dragons in total, one of which was a huge blue dragon. Extremely powerful.
In the face of these beasts, Morin did not plan to make any tactical preparations. He flew directly and pierced the circular square in front of the hole.
A large living person who had fallen from the sky startled these magic dragons, but as soon as they saw who was coming, they rushed up violently.
Mo Lin did not have to conceal his strength at this time. His firepower was full. His hands were bowed from side to side. The hot fireballs shot out one by one. The roar and explosion sounded everywhere.
These dragons had mold, and there was a ballad about how to sing, as if it were: we are all sharpshooters, and every bullet destroys an enemy.
The same is true when switching to Moline.
The flame that Morin gathered with his hands at this time has great power. For these dragons, it is really the extent that a fireball destroys a dragon.
After a few explosions, a total of 28 magic dragons died 27. Only the cyan magic dragon, which is three or four times the size of the ordinary dragon, still stood firmly in the center of the square.
The last dragon roared, and the mountains were trembling. It ran to Molin with its fast legs, and the earth was up and down.
However, even this power did not intimidate Morin.
I saw Mo Lin's eyes sag slightly, his hands were like a ball on his abdomen, and then he pushed forward quickly with his palms, and a bright red pillar of fire burst from the palms.
The cyan dragon was hit by a pillar of fire at once, and he stopped immediately, but he was not immediately injured. After a short pause, it immediately rushed down against the pillar of fire.
Under the force of recoil, Mo Lin's feet slipped back on the ground, the hot flames continuously fired sparks and rings of fire, and Mo Lin was constantly shrinking and increasing the power of the flame.
The pillar of fire gradually became thinner, but its color became brighter, almost as if it were clear.
Mo Lin held the right wrist with his left hand. His right hand was a little trembling. The dragon on the opposite side kept groaning in pain. Mo Lin's eyes shone slightly in blue and purple. He saw the flame contact with the dragon's hard armor. It was crimson.
Suddenly, Morin felt a sense of emptiness in his right hand, and then saw that the thinning fire column penetrated the dragon's chest at once, and the arrow generally shot from its back.
The dragon uttered a painful wailing. The wailing was so harsh that it only made Morin's eardrums ache and his head dizzy. If his soul were not stronger than ordinary people, almost even the soul would be hurt by the roar.
Mo Lin was stunned by the roar and interrupted his magic. The dragon gave a fatal blow, and his claws rushed towards Mo Lin with a shadow of blood.
Seeing the magic dragon approaching, Mo Lin fell down sensitively, gliding sideways through the middle of the dragon's legs, avoiding the blow before the death of the dragon.
It can only be said that the power of the magic dragon comes from its huge body, but its dead hole is also here, otherwise Morin cannot escape the attack so easily.
The dragon missed Morin with a single blow, and his two claws caught on a giant steep rock at the edge of the square.
"Boom!"
The boulder made a muffled noise, broke from the middle, and fell onto the earth.
With the collapse of the boulder, the dragon lay down on the dust after a wailing of unwillingness. After barely raising his head a few times and tilting his tail a few times, he completely blew his breath.