"It's good that Minoa doesn't hate me. Hey, this guy is a dead brain. Don't you know how to turn a corner? Why do you have to die? I didn't force him. Poor Dao smiled bitterly, feeling like the landlord of the old society was forcing the rent to force people to die.

This made me very depressed for a while, but then Poor Dao remembered something, and asked his father curiously, "By the way, do you know what happened to you that day?"

"What day?" asked my father, puzzled.

"Even when you killed Parov, don't you wonder why your Fighting Spirit Blade can hurt his soul?" asked Poor Dao strangely.

"Well, to be honest, I'm weird, but look at your horrified look. In order not to spoil the atmosphere and appear ignorant, I didn't ask!" said my father proudly.

"You're fierce!" Poor Dao smiled helplessly and stretched out his thumb and said, "I really didn't expect you to have a cool day." ”

Haha, my father smiled happily: "No way, who told you kid to always shoot me in the limelight, hehe, seriously, how did I hurt Parov's soul?"

"Hehe, I thought you didn't want to know?" I said funny, "Congratulations, you can use the Holy Flame of the Heavenly Realm!"

"What, Heavenly Saint Flame?" his father was greatly surprised, and he asked with a surprised face, "Are you right?" I heard that this is an advanced skill that few birdmen in the Heavenly Realm have. ”

"Yes, that's why we're weird. Poor Dao smiled bitterly: "Don't you yourself feel the difference in the light magic in your body?"

"Yes, I've noticed that the growth of mana has been a bit faster lately. The father was puzzled and said, "Although I don't quite understand how long the magic power of the mage is, I don't think it's possible that it will be like me, doubling it in just a few months?"

"Doubling in a few months?" Poor Dao was taken aback, and said differently: "With your original Magister-level magic power, it would be a miracle that a Magister-level mage could double in a few decades! It seems like you never meditate?"

"Of course, I might as well sleep if I have the skills to meditate!" said my father assumingly.

But I don't know, he said that he was sleeping, but reminded me that my father has been in the army for about a year and a half, and he has no time to go home. "Do you take off your armor when you sleep this year?"

"Of course not. My father said in a heartfelt manner, "What if the enemy attacks at night?

"You~!" Poor Dao Xinzhong was full of emotion for a while, and he couldn't speak. Although the dragon scale armor is an artifact-level armor, it refers to its protective power, not how comfortable it is to wear. How to say that it is also a hard heavy armor, all the parts add up, there are nearly a hundred pounds, and it must be uncomfortable to wear on the body. It's amazing that my father was able to hold out for so long without disarming.

If you want to say that you can always maintain strict vigilance in the war, it is too important, my father is worthy of the title of the four famous generals by virtue of this, no wonder he used to fight against Feng Xiusi for so long, and he still won more and lost less, it turned out that he was a person who was thick on the outside and fine on the inside, but he was only squeamish by Feng Xiusi later and suffered a loss.

"Hey, hey, habitually pull, look at you scared. "When my father saw that I couldn't bear it, he boldly persuaded me.

"Hey, you. Poor Dao shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Now take off the dragon scale armor and give it to me, I want to see if there is any change." ”

"Okay!" his father agreed, and called two soldiers to help him unarmour, and it took a lot of effort to untie it, and it was obvious that he had not untied it for a long time, and deep folds were pressed out of his inner clothes.

Poor Dao took it out casually, probed it carefully, nodded, and sure enough, it was not bad as we guessed, and then said to his father: "You are now using all your strength to protect your body." ”

Father immediately did as I said, but this time, no matter how hard he tried, Sheng Yan didn't come out, but he himself didn't realize it, he just said, "It seems that the magic power is missing, if you give me armor, I will immediately be able to recover to the level of that day." ”

I returned the armor to him casually, and he hurriedly put it on, and again, this time it was indeed a successful formation of the Holy Flame. And after my reminder, he himself also noticed the white flame that seemed to be nothing, and said to me excitedly. "Son, is this Shengyan? Haha, the so-called invincible Shengyan, with it, haha, I'm afraid there will be no more opponents in the world!" said that he was already happy and couldn't find the north.

"Not necessarily!" Seeing this, Poor Dao immediately hit him mercilessly without hesitation, and sneered. "It's a pity, your Shengyan is too weak, it's not enough to deal with souls and necromancy, but it's still far from dealing with others, not to mention that the spectrum is so big, it's our Long family, you can't even enter the top three." ”

"Wouldn't it? I didn't have the first three? Father, uncle, oh yes, and you pervert who rides the Earth Bear. The father's face drooped suddenly, and he said depressedly: "Sheng Yan is such a rubbish?"

"Absolutely not rubbish. Poor Dao said with a smile: "Xianya's guardian angel can also use the Holy Flame, and she can also use the Holy Flame Transformation Weapon, a weapon like her can destroy the existing weapons on most of the continents, even if it is a magic weapon made by the dwarves, it can't be resisted, only the materials are particularly good can block a few times, and even some artifacts may not be able to withstand her Holy Flame for a long time?"

"So strong?" the father was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Then when will I get to her level?"

"Soon, at your current speed, it will be almost okay in more than ten years," said Poor Dao envy. "Are you really a stupid person with stupid blessings? You can practice when you sleep, and you are envious to death!"

"What do you mean? I sleep is sleeping, how do you call it practice?" asked my father, puzzled.

"Do you know where your magic came from, and why it grew so quickly?" I asked, smiling.

"I don't know, don't I ask you?" the father said anxiously: "If you know, just say it, you want to suffocate me?"

"Hehe, your magic power is left in your body when you were reborn countless times by the magic power of light when you were under the Ten Thousand Poisonous Blood Curse, and among them, I once consumed a fallen angel's feather for you!" It's like an artifact, and I used it as a drug at one time, and I was afraid that my father would feel guilty, so I didn't say it.

"The feathers of the fallen angel?" the father's eyes were about to fall, and he smiled with a wry smile: "Son, you~~." Hey, I don't even know if it's worth the money for an artifact. I'm afraid you're going to lose this deal. ”

"Hehe, you are my father, with this, you are worth a fortune, of course it is worth more than an artifact, when has such a shrewd person as me ever made a loss-making deal?" Poor Dao smiled confidently, "Okay, in fact, I didn't want to talk about this matter, but I have to say it today, most of your magic actually comes from the feathers of the fallen angels that are integrated into your body." ”

"I see, then my magic has increased because of it?" said my father.

"No, although the feathers of the fallen angel are very strong, but after the consumption of the Ten Thousand Poisonous Blood Curse, its power is already very little, if it is absorbed by you during the period of total victory, if you are not supported to death, then at least it should be the Law God, in fact, the main force against the Ten Thousand Poisonous Blood Curse is not it, but the light core in your dragon scale armor. Poor Dao slowly explained to his father.

"The main force is here?" the father exclaimed, "Could it be that the demon core here is stronger than the feathers of the fallen angels?"

"That's good!" Poor Dao nodded and said, "It's much stronger, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to block the Ten Thousand Poisonous Blood Curse, and it will not affect its effect at all, and because it has established a magical connection with you when you fought against the Ten Thousand Poisonous Blood Curse together, with the help of the feathers of the fallen angels, so, when you are wearing the dragon scale armor, it will keep transferring its magic power into your body, as if it has formed a habit, can you understand?"

In fact, the real reason is that the feathers of the fallen angel and the bright jade in the dragon scale armor have a magical resonance, they are all things on the angel's body, it is easy to connect with each other, and carry out magic exchange, the principle is that as long as the high-temperature object and the low-temperature object are in contact, it is bound to carry out heat transfer, of course, this is only limited to the magic of the owner, if there is a master, how to transmit the magic power is still controlled by the master.

The bright jade on the dragon scale armor is an eight-winged angel, and it took a little effort for me to slaughter him in the first place, and of course the magic power is much stronger than the feather of the fallen angel. And the feathers of the fallen angel have been fused with his father, so Bright Jade keeps giving his magic power to his father, otherwise, wouldn't anyone who wears dragon scale armor be able to increase their magic power?

Poor Dao was reluctant to tell him the details of the bright jade in the dragon scale armor, after all, the eight-winged angel was a big level stronger than the heavenly god kings here, and in his father's eyes, he was an out-and-out god, how could I explain the origin of this bright jade? I can't say that I used the principle of killing chickens and eggs, right? So I had to deal with him casually.

"Do you mean that it thought I was under the Ten Thousand Poisonous Blood Curse, so it kept sending me mana to make my magic power grow?" asked my father.

"Yes, that's what it means!" Poor Dao nodded happily. Hehe, he made his own excuse to be better, so he smiled and continued to explain: "Actually, most of the magic power it sent to you is left back, and that's because your body can't absorb it, but with its continuous infusion, it is also improving your physique, so that you can store more mana. So just wear it and your magic will skyrocket. In my opinion, at most ten years, you will be the only one on the continent. A person who has cultivated to the level of Sword Master and Grand Magus. ”

"It will take ten years to reach the Grand Magister?" said the father dissatisfiedly, "Can't you hurry?"

"Fainted. Poor Dao was angry with him, and said angrily: "Don't be dissatisfied, you have only been practicing magic for more than a year, that is, it will only be eleven years in another ten years, and this time will make a warrior who does not understand magic at all become a great mage." Why don't you look at the current Great Magister, they are all amazingly talented, and the coast has to study hard for a hundred years to achieve this, you are good, just sleep for ten years, what else do you want?"

"Hey, hey!" my father asked me with a wicked smile on his face, and he couldn't close his mouth with so much joy that he had laughed enough. "Then can I be as powerful as your grandfather in ten years?"

"The possibility that you can win him is infinitely close to zero," Poor Dao sneered, and said: "The sword god is only ascended by the realm, not the strength is enough, once the bottleneck is passed, the difference in strength is a world of difference, do you say that now a great mage and a sword master can beat grandpa?"

"Can't!" the father said in frustration: "Hey, I'm so depressed, I can't beat my father, I can't beat my son and son, and suddenly an uncle jumps out, I can't beat it again, I'm really dizzy, what kind of top ten sword saints in the continent am I? My house is full of monsters." ”

"Hehe, I see. Poor Dao smiled sinisterly: "Do you mean that you have beaten grandmother?"

"Hit her, I'm dizzy! I guess there will be ten more of me. I'll be able to talk to her. When my father heard this, he was even more depressed, and he was so annoyed that he squatted at the bottom and drew circles.

Poor Dao and his father were talking energetically, and before they knew it, it was dawn, and the powerful energy finally dissipated. We immediately stopped talking and immediately rushed into the house, we waited for so long, in order to listen to Minoa's last few last words, after he passed on the gong, he would definitely not be popular for too long, it was likely that he would be finished in a few words, so we waited stupidly until now.

The situation inside is exactly what I imagined. Minoa fell on the bed angrily, and Elena was also lying next to her, but she was overwhelmed by the huge energy, and now she was unconscious, so Poor Dao hurriedly came to Minoa's side first, stretched out his hand to help him up, and pressed one palm on the back of his heart, inputting a life-saving aura.

As soon as this aura entered his body, I immediately figured out the situation inside, but it is a pity that Minoa's earth-shattering cultivation is already gone at this time, he is now just an ordinary old man whose vitality has been exhausted, and he can only rely on my aura to temporarily support it, and he may die at any time.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to see you again. Minoa opened her eyes weakly and smiled bitterly. "I can't do it anymore, so our agreement can only be nullified. ”

"Well, actually, as long as you want to, you can be invalidated at any time, so why should you do this?" said Poor Dao regretfully.

"I can't convince myself to open my eyes and tell nonsense!" Minoa said helplessly, "Who told me to be born with such an upright temper?"

"Hey!" Poor Dao sighed and said, "Do you have any other requirements?" ”

"Yes!" Minoa said, "I hope you can take good care of Elena, she has inherited my power and my last wishes, I want you to help her, can you?"

"I promise to give her the greatest help!" Poor Dao nodded.

"Thanks, besides, there's one more thing I want you to do, I don't know if you're willing?" Minoa smiled.

"Tell me about it!"

"Hehe, my inheritance staff is the strongest in the Legion of Zealotics, much stronger than the Legion Leader, I have been following me for hundreds of years, I hope you can get back into your arms," Minoa said weakly, "It is a powerful magic weapon, and it can already allow ordinary people to cast the exclusive spells of the Zealots similar to me." You're not going to embezzle it as a sinister god, are you?"

"With the reputation of the Dragon Family, I will definitely return it to His Excellency Ronaldo, the leader of the Zeatic Legion. Poor Dao said solemnly.

"Hehe!" Minoa reluctantly squeezed out a wry smile and said, "Thank you!, I don't have to worry about it now, I'm just waiting for the angel to pick it up, after I go to heaven, I will definitely ask them, why do you want to take in Parov, I swear I will definitely ask!"

After a moment's thought, Poor Dao said to Minoa, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course, don't you believe me?" said Minoa, blushing and angry.

"With the strength and purity of your soul, you will almost certainly be taken away by the Heavenly Realm's Gate of Rebirth. Poor Dao then said, "However, as I know from the play, the power of the Heavenly Angel Reincarnation Pool is very strong, even your soul will definitely not be able to stand it, and it is inevitable that you will lose most of your memories, and when you become an angel, it will be a miracle that you can remember your name, where do you know what you want to do?"

"How do you know so much about the things in the Celestial Realm?" Minoa said in shock, "Are you reincarnated as an angel?"

"No, I got it by chance. I asked him, "I have a way to help you, would you like to try it?" ”

"What way?" said Minoa, hurrying.

"With my strength, it is impossible to use my hands and feet on your soul now, but I can copy all the memories in your soul and save them to your inheritance stick, when you have the opportunity to retrieve your own memories, you will be able to understand everything!" Poor Dao asked seriously, "Do you want to try?"

"Does it really work?" Minoa said uncertainly, "How do you know I have a chance to retrieve my memories?"

"At least that's possible, right?" Poor Dao smiled: "Yes is better than nothing, right, do you do it or not?"