"Caro, Caro... Then you shouldn't be short of money, why don't you just exchange gold coins for soul points, and build your own weapons in exchange for soul points, like the heirs of those princes and nobles never need to worry about soul points. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"It's all said, I'm reluctant to spend money directly... Wait, big brother, you're cunning!"

"Hahaha... Sure enough, sure enough, little brother, you are from that Carlo family, and the weapons are also forged by yourself, I find you like a fan, the more you dig out, the more surprising people become, hahaha!"

"I'll have to watch out for you in the future..."

......

The two of them walked out of the 'Dark Forest' from the avenue as they spoke, and because of Tom, there was no obstacle along the way, and they passed through the rusty iron gate and went straight to the 'Prey Guild' in the arena.

Tom exchanged Moljar for soul points at the most concessionary price, plus the claws of the pair of fourth-level demonic beasts 'Secret Thunder Blade Leopard' given by Tom, and finally Molgar left the 'Prey Guild' with 220,000 soul points.

After he returned to the 'No. 10 Courtyard' to change his clothes, he sat and chatted with Sparker for a while before coming to the seventh layer of the Rubik's Cube, and three hours later, the dense mist soul power in the Mojar Divine Court almost occupied one-second of the entire Divine Court space.

A few seconds later, the moment another ray of soul power was sent into the Divine Court, the entire Divine Court shook, and the mist soul power slowly rotated, the speed became faster and faster, but the volume became smaller and smaller, 'boom', a terrifying suction force appeared, which caught Mo Jiaer off guard.

He hurriedly pulled the terrifying wind elements that poured into his body into the seven whirlpools, and continuously sent the wind elements that had turned into a liquid state into the divine court after circling his body for a week, and with the 'backup', the originally shrunken soul power vortex slowly expanded, but the speed of the whirlpools also turned out to be faster, pulling each other, as if they were grinding in the influx of soul power.

With the passage of time, the soul power in the Mojiaer Divine Court continued to be refined, and the few wisps of mist soul power in the center of the vortex that were extremely pure showed signs of liquefaction.

When the suction disappeared, the soul power vortex slowly dissipated, and it re-transformed into mist soul power, floating in the divine court.

Mo Jiaer exhaled a breath of turbidity, feeling that his body was much lighter again, and his perception of the outside world was clearer, and when his consciousness entered the divine court, he suddenly jumped.

The space of the Divine Court has expanded several times, and if Mo Jiaer's divine sense is strong enough, then he will find that with the soul power that has just burst out to absorb and refine, it just occupies one of the second of the space of the Divine Court after it has become larger.

"Just broke through?" he muttered to himself, incredulously.

He controlled the six wisps of liquid soul power in the depths of the mist soul power, and everywhere he passed, the mist soul power spread out one after another, just like the inferior took the initiative to back down when he met the superior. He felt that if he used these six wisps of soul power to release magic, the power would be extremely terrifying.

Immediately after Mo Jiaer silently recited the incantation, and after more than ten seconds, a sharp arrow with a cyan halo floated in front of him, compared to the soul power in the divine court that was like a vast lake, the soul power consumed by condensing this second-level magic could be said to be painless.

Mojar once again compared the state of releasing magic before he was promoted, he found that after being promoted to a second-level magician, when releasing second-level magic, the mobilization of soul power is faster, the loss is less, and the destructive power is more terrifying, and more importantly, the time required for magic condensation is shorter, and he can release two 'wind arrows' in the same time, which plays a decisive role in fighting against people.

He sighed with emotion and continued to stay in the Rubik's Cube until his soul points were not enough.

He returned to Courtyard Ten, lay on the couch, and pulled out the Secret Archive he had obtained at great risk from the Forbidden Lands.

Releasing a wisp of soul power into the Secret Scroll, the content of the scroll came into his mind again, and suddenly his face became extremely pale, and he sat up straight with a 'poof', rubbed his eyes, and his soul power surged, and he slammed into the scroll, he stared at the scroll, as if he wanted to see something from the surface of the scroll engraved with extremely complex lines.

In just two seconds, Mogar slammed the secret tome in his hand against the fireplace, and the words 'Level 1 Mystical Codex: Firefly' lingered in his mind.

He covered his head with both hands, then pinched his cheek fiercely, and after feeling the pain, he sighed: "My saint-level secret book, saint-level one, it's gone, it's gone... Could it be... I was dazzled?"

After a few minutes of sadness, Mogar still ran to the fireplace, picked up the Secret Book Scroll again, and his soul power surged again, this time he saw everything in his mind, especially the last piece of information that made him regain some confidence: The level of the 'Flame King' is determined by his own strength, and the stronger the strength, the higher the level!

He calmed down, stood by the fireplace, lit the fire, and watched the information in his mind repeatedly, his eyes getting brighter and brighter......

Time flew by, and a month later, in the cabin on the island of 'Magma Hell', Mogar sat cross-legged on the sofa, a cloud of red gas like a flame constantly swimming through his body.

This is his cultivation method according to the secret book 'Flame King', and it took him a month to continuously find out the 'fire stream' contained in his body, and gather it into this gas called 'firefly' by the secret codex.

Although it was condensed from his body, the 'fireflies' were not under his control, so he needed to use the methods mentioned in the secret book to stimulate the fire-based battle qi to surround several specific paths, constantly encircling this 'fireflies', forcing it to a certain part of the body, and then forcibly integrating it into this part, and then as long as the fire-based battle qi was constantly refined and strengthened, so that it could cover the surface of the whole body, it would be considered small.

As the battle qi continued to converge, the 'fireflies' in his body were forced to his right arm, and finally there was no way out, all the way along his right arm, all the way to the tip of his index finger, and then he took the initiative to integrate into his index finger, and there was no time to complete the final steps of the secret codex.

'Wow', his index finger became red, as if it was expanding and contracting, a little black substance seeped out of his index finger, and a burst of severe pain appeared, he screamed, grabbed his index finger with his left hand, and curled up on the sofa, writhing in pain, his face became more and more pale, but his teeth were clenched, and his gums gradually overflowed with blood droplets.

After a long time, the sharp pain slowly dissipated, he let go of his left hand, a layer of transparent black substance wrapped around the index finger of his right hand, his index finger moved slightly, and the transparent substance turned into nothingness with a bang, and at the same time, new information appeared in his mind: the second-level secret book 'Meteor', the third-level secret book 'Meteor Fall', and the corresponding cultivation method.

He shook his fingers, feeling that nothing had changed, but he activated the battle qi and touched the 'fireflies' in his index finger, and suddenly the entire index finger turned red as if it was like magma, and poked it at the base of the wooden sofa, as if piercing into a muddy swamp, there was no hindrance.

When his fingers left, leaving a pitch-black hole the size of an index finger in the hard base, he shivered, "If this is poked into a person's body, then..."

Mo Jiaer no longer fantasized, and as soon as he got up, he saw that the door was blocked by a huge pale yellow eye, and the eyes were moving up and down, and at the same time a voice came into his ears:

"I thought you were going to die, why didn't you die of pain? Why didn't you just die of pain?"

Mo Jiaer's originally pale face turned black directly, he activated the two fulcrum battle qi, and his speed instantly increased by two times, and his body had already come to the door in a flash, and he smashed out with a punch.

"Knock", like smashing on a hardened stone drum, accompanied by a slight 'click' sound, the huge dragon's eyes did not blink, the pupils moved down, staring at Mo Jiaer's right hand, and bursts of cheerful dragon groans sounded.

Mo Jiaer's face turned pale in an instant, cold sweat flowed, and he withdrew his slightly bent right hand, and he could clearly feel the crack of the lower arm bone of his right hand, and the sharp pain filled his soul again.