Hebo was very relieved, and he didn't move, so he turned back to look at Mo. Before Mo's body could stabilize, he hurriedly protected it with his hands in front of him.

At this moment, the magic lines driven by instinct suddenly appeared from the body, and the faint purple lines began to spread outward from the heart, covering the entire body like the blood vessels of the body, and Mo was surprised to find that the faint dark elements in the palm of his hand quickly gathered, and a palm-sized magic barrier blocked the small flames, and the palm only felt a little hot.

Mo was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic, and Hebo waited for him to dance, and then turned around and continued to move on. Angela tilted her head and cooed a few times, as if she couldn't understand it.

Then Mo realized that the parchment in his hand had been lost in the small accident just now, but after thinking about it, it had just been proved that at least I passed it no matter what the result was.

Then Mo Ke noticed that in this red and willow-green grass, a little rabbit can breathe fire, and if you don't do it later, you will run into trouble. Hebo leaned on his staff and slowly continued: "I believe you already know, so let's go to the meditation place that Sean has prepared for you." ”

As he spoke, there was a small sound of water flowing in his ears, and Mo remembered that he had passed through here yesterday, and Hepp led Mo to turn in another direction, and then, the sound of water gradually became louder, and Mo saw a small stream flowing through the gap in the grass, and it seemed that the destination was not far away.

After a few minutes they stopped, and in front of them were a small hill and a small waterfall. Hebo pointed to the waterfall and said this was it. Mo didn't understand that meditation should not be about immersing oneself in one's own magical world, absorbing the elements around you and increasing control over them by focusing and sculpting your mind.

Didn't Hebo ask me to meditate under the waterfall, did Imo have read about it in the book before, and some people have tried this practice before, but most of it is a way for the water elementalist to develop affinity.

Hebo didn't think much of it, and interrupted Mo's thoughts by touching the tip of his staff on him. Then, Mo felt a faint stream of dark energy flowing through his body.

Hebo then walked towards the waterfall step by step with his staff, and the water under his feet did not wet his shoes at all, and quickly flowed past the sides of Hepper's shoes. Mo understood that this was the magic of using the dark element to resist the water element, and immediately followed Hebo forward. I saw that Hebo still didn't stop when he reached the waterfall, and went straight through.

After a while, two days later, they entered the waterfall, the sound of the "whooshing" water behind them became smaller and smaller, there were rough traces of man-made construction on the two walls inside the hill, the road was not long, and there were torches, the two walked smoothly for a minute or two, and the front suddenly opened up.

There is actually a large room inside, divided into two parts, the front and back, the layout is relatively simple, there are some simple tables and chairs next to it, and a few steps up are the main part of the room. Hepp led the ink up slowly, revealing the whole room.

The first is the conspicuous purple magic barrier in the center, surrounded by demonic texts. On the innermost side is a modest desk, with a bookshelf on each side of the desk, which can be seen in full view.

"This is the place where you meditate at night, and Sean has set up some special treatment to make you grow as quickly as possible. Hebo glanced meaningfully at Mo, but Mo only nodded slightly.

Hebo then took Mo to the training ground not far from the Black Church, where Hebo said that this was for Mo's physique, and there was a skeleton in the middle, which was his first opponent.

In addition, Hepp also emphasized that his main area of activity is the south side of the island, and that he should not go alone to the north side, because it is considered a pure wild life. After introducing these, Hepper patted the ink and said, "These three years have not been easy, because you have fallen behind in too much homework. ”

It took him a long time to get to know the island vaguely, and he never imagined that these three years would be the three years he would never forget in his life...

After walking for a day, Mo returned to his room, ate something randomly, and began to stare at the bookshelf and thought to himself: The rows of books on it should be prepared for me? Mo took a closer look, and there were three rows of the entire bookshelf, from the elementary level of the dark element to the advanced level, one column after another, and each book had a name he was familiar with: Author-Sean.

This didn't arouse Mo's curiosity, since beating his soul and changing a body, he felt that the abilities of Sean and Hebo were no longer within the scope of his imagination, after all, in his world, no one had ever been able to make the soul live without the body, let alone change the body.

Mo took the first dark elemental magic book of the first level, and the light brown cover was embossed with an eyeball without pupils, and a circle of bright green demonic texts around the eyeball kept flashing. Mo carefully stroked every inch of the cover, and his thoughts fluctuated.

Now that you have passed the baptism of the soul, the door to the magical world has been opened. Dark element, an element that is spurned and hated by the world and mixed with strangeness and fear, many continents have been ravaged and even destroyed by this element, and what Mo holds in his hand is not only a road to the strong, but also a heavy choice, in order to take revenge, in fact, this is also Mo's only choice.

When I think of my father's last cry and wail, it was all worth it! Thinking of this, Mo was about to open the first page.

"Buckle", but there was a knock on the door in the quiet room, and then Mo opened the door, it was Sean.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Mur saw Sean appear outside the door with his hands behind his back, paused a little and said, "I want to talk to you, let's go." Sean didn't wait for Mo to answer after speaking, turned around and left, Mo quickly closed the door and followed Sean out of the black church.

It was already dark, the stars were bright tonight, and the early autumn night was still a little cool, Sean walked to the statue in front of the church, sat down against the statue, and Mo also sat next to him. Sean frowned and looked at the sky, and after a long silence, he suddenly spoke.

"A long time ago, I was born into a big family, and my father was very strict, and I didn't see him smile a few times since I was a child, at least in front of me. Mo didn't answer, just listened quietly.

"For as long as I can remember, friends are luxuries, life is pure black, my room, my toys, everything I have seems to tell me that I can't live without the dark element in my life. Just when I was starting to understand what magic was, I was very interested in the wind element, and I always wanted to be as free as the wind, chasing my life and dreams. But the reality is cruel, although I can release some mid-level magic before the soul baptism, but the magic texture on my body is so pure that I can't believe it, there is no doubt that the dark element affinity is right, and it is not mixed with any other element texture. At this, Sean's face showed a little sadness, but it was quickly overwritten by his next thoughts.

"I was unhappy to accept this reality, and I began to devote myself wholeheartedly to the magic of the dark element. My father was a lowly demon servant, and he often had to follow his father or the rest of the family out on errands. When I was a child, I often begged him to bring me gadgets of many other races, once he brought back a firefinch and gave it to me as a gift, I liked it very much, my father found out and tore its wings in front of me, and it died not long after, my father told me that the world of the strong does not need these things, you have to learn to be ruthless and unjust, so that there is no weakness.

"At that time, I couldn't put into words, I just sat quietly on my bed, watching the bloody scene on the soles of my feet, and I was in a daze all day!"

"Why is your father so tyrannical?!" Mo asked.

"I don't know, I was born like that. Maybe it's because of his nature, or maybe it's formed after becoming the king of the demon race, but in short, I've never felt the warmth of my father in him. I still remember what my father used to say when I was young, don't be stingy with your strength, and don't abuse your compassion!"