"Hmm!" Muria, who had swallowed the three elemental hearts, let out an uncontrollable moan, it was too comfortable.

The three elemental hearts had already been dealt with by him, and the power that was now released every moment was within the limits of his endurance, and it would not make him feel any discomfort.

The golden thunder as thick as a python swirled around Muria's body, surrounded by hurricanes visible to the naked eye, and everywhere in Muria was interpreting what it meant to be a perfect titan, and a faint layer of dragon flame enveloped him.

Even in his Titan form, Muria can still use the power of the Golden Dragon. Of course, it wasn't him who took the initiative to use Long Yan now, but the vision that was displayed in the process of improving his strength.

Under his feet, thirty rings of soul intent covered with mystical textures slowly rotated, and in the outermost part, three rings of soul intent were slowly condensed one after another.

However, unlike Muria's thirty golden soul intent rings that looked as if they were made of metal and exuded a heavy aura, these three soul aura rings were shining with blue, red, and purple aura respectively, and they looked extremely hazy, without the condensed essence of the golden soul intent ring.

The rapid increase in power comes at a price. If Muria's exclusive weapons in a part of his body are fed back to him, Muria will not be able to perfectly control his power in a short period of time. It is also said that in addition to attributes, there are three elemental hearts that have nothing to do with Muria.

Muria enjoys the convenience and pleasure of a rapid increase in strength, and has to bear the consequences.

His control over power will drop dramatically, and the more his power increases, the weaker his control will become. And he will spend a lot of time and energy to condense and refine his skyrocketing power.

However, the time consumed in this way, and the natural promotion and promotion by the bloodline, or the honest meditation and cultivation, is still much faster, and in general, it is still very worthwhile.

Other than that, there are no other consequences. After all, even if Muria's brain was in water, it was impossible to choose the way to gain strength in advance at the cost of consuming his potential.

The increase and integration of strength made Muria feel extremely comfortable, both physically and mentally. It made him warm all over, as if he was bathing in the winter sun, and his consciousness involuntarily began to become blurry and drowsy.

"It's uncontrollable to sleep. Troy looked at Muria's body, which had stood as straight as an ancient pine, and then sat down unconsciously.

Moreover, under the gaze of the snow-white big cat, Muria's body, which was no different from that of a pure-blood Titan, began to show dragon characteristics, dragon horns, dragon scales, and even dragon wings appeared behind it.

"Get me out, all of you. Seeing that the dragonization phenomenon on Muria's body was getting worse and worse, Troy's cyan tiger eyes looked at the red dragon outlet, Kleist, and the green dragon Fiona.

Several five-colored dragons saw Muria, who was almost about to turn into a dragon, glanced at each other, and then walked towards the door very consciously, it seemed that Muria was about to enter a period of sleep in the posture of a dragon, absorbing power.

In this case, it is only natural that none of the dragons who had just taken refuge in Muria or turned their backs on him could stay. To be a dragon, you must be conscious.

"No need to leave. Just as the group approached the door of this room, Muria, who had already turned into the form of a dragon titan and was still transitioning towards the form of a dragon, slowly raised her face covered with dragon scales and let out a majestic and heavy voice.

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

"The bloodline instinct of the dragon clan is really troublesome. Raising his hand, touching the dragon scales on his face that had been fused with the Saint Yao Emperor Yuan, Muria smiled helplessly.

Absorbing the Elemental Heart in the way of the dragon's sleep is indeed a very good choice, and when you wake up, your strength will climb a lot. In addition, most of the hidden dangers of devouring power promotion are in deep sleep, solved by the bloodline of the body.

But Muria didn't like it, it was too much time to sleep, three Elemental Hearts of the Legendary level, God knows how long it would take him to sleep before he could fully absorb them.

He had to continue to search for the dragons that had been banished by his mother, and the sooner he could find them, the better. He was really worried that those five-colored dragons would provoke the existence that they couldn't mess with now, and then be slaughtered.

The five-colored dragons raised by Muria are all above the gold level on average, a level that can live in a very nourishing way anywhere in Erathia.

But the premise is to be honest and don't cause trouble. But is it possible? A bunch of guys who are proficient in spells, who have been in the field for a long time, and can beat five-colored dragons of the same age, will honestly stay in one place and wait for Muria to find them?

Just kidding, just look at the six rebel dragons, just out of Muria's control, they became robbers, established the tricolor dragon bandits, plundered the Terran cities, rampaged the borders of the four countries, and died madly.

If only every five-colored dragon jumped away like Kleist's six rebel dragons, let himself go. Muria felt that the one hundred and one five-colored dragons would be half killed before he could find them.

"You don't have to hold on. Seeing the sleepy-eyed Muria, the big cat Troy spoke.

"I don't like the feeling of losing control of myself. Muria smiled, following her instincts and feeling 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 was entrenched on top of an iceberg, looking down on the small frost giant tribe below, and beside her, six strong white dragons squatting on the glacier below her, all of them were surrounded by a layer of frost-white aura.

These are seven mage white dragons who are proficient in spells, especially the elegant white dragon at the top, the aura on her body almost obscures her figure, so that other creatures can't peek into 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 such a large group of white dragons, the Frost Giant tribe below, didn't even notice it, as if these hundreds of white dragons didn't exist.

"Kill all these filthy frost giants. The graceful white dragon who cast a spell to hide his whereabouts of dominating the dragon group had an indifference in his eyes and issued a cruel order.

None of the white dragons made a sound, and under the influence of the stealth spell, they silently approached the Frost Giant Tribe.

"Ang!" "Roar!" ...... The screams of the frost giants, the roar of the white dragon spitting dragon breath resounded in the sky, and the bright red stained the glacial land. And on the highest glacier, an elegant white dragon watched indifferently as it all happened.