Demon Sword God

Three years have passed by in a blink of an eye. Everyone is busy studying hard every moment, but everyone also feels that the time is far from enough. For the talented Qingqing, these three years are still not enough.

It was relatively fulfilling, but I was a little tired in the first year. In the second year, I had already adapted to the intense life. In the third year, I was able to spend a lot of time learning many other side skills from the Prophet of Aero.

In the second half of the third year, Qingqing spent most of his time in Aiklin's library. In comparison, Mu Lin seemed much miserable. Gaia never appeared again, and his body went through Dao Li.

Although he can sense the magic elements in the air after being tempered, he can only absorb them but cannot control them. As a result, Mu Lin has not made any progress in his practice in the past three years, and there is still no new energy generated in his body.

And the emerald green source of Dao power seems to be out of Mu Lin's control. Except for taking away all the external energy absorbed by Mu Lin's body, it is always silent at other times. It only reacts quickly when Mu Lin is injured.

It gushes out and adheres to Mu Lin's wound, allowing Mu Lin's wound to heal quickly. Other than that, it has no other use.

What makes Mu Lin curious is that the total volume of various energies absorbed by this liquid in the past two years has exceeded its own volume by thousands of times, but its mass miraculously has not increased or decreased. I have been wondering about those things.

Mu Lin, who had lost all his energy, found Prophet Elo several times. After several studies, Prophet Elo just shook his head and said he could not help.

What neither Prophet Elo nor Mu Lin discovered was that in the green energy, there was a thin black-purple tubular line connecting the depths of Mu Lin's sea of ​​consciousness, absorbing the external energy bit by bit.

It was transported drop by drop into the deeply hidden black sarcophagus. Countless black and purple roots spread out from the bottom of the black sarcophagus and plunged deeply into the deeper part of Mu Lin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Although the practice of fighting spirit is destructive, the practice of fighting skills is rapid. Because of the inheritance of Aiklin's martial arts, the training of countless battles, and the perverted prophet Eero, he can always save people who are on the verge of death.

Medical skills allowed Mu Lin's combat skills to gain rapid understanding and progress in the wandering of life and death, so much so that when facing just a dozen third-level physical monsters, he easily ended the battle. Mu Lin's

The body continues to become stronger and stronger in the cycle of destruction and rebirth.

And Sartochi's progress is even more astonishing. Three years later, Sartochy has reached the seventh level and eighth level. And there is a faint momentum to reach the seventh level peak. In the past three years, the biggest gains have been made by

Not only did Sartochy's strength make an astonishing leap, but the number of things in his space belt also doubled several times. Sartochy seemed to like to stimulate Mu Lin for fun, and would run to Mu Lin's room when nothing happened.

After opening the space belt, a room full of gold coins and gems filled the room. Mu Lin always had the urge to kick Satoch to death.

In the last half year, Mu Lin also encountered several invading monsters, but most of them were dealt with by Sartochi. As for the invading humans, they have not been seen for more than a year. Perhaps it is because of the disappearance of his predecessors.

After returning, future generations lost their desire to explore this place in depth.

After dinner, Prophet Aero called Mu Lin and Qingqing to his room with a serious face and told them both bad and good news.

The three-year period has expired, and tomorrow is the day when everyone must leave this place.

"I always feel that time flies by so fast." Mu Lin looked at his hands, raised his head and stared at the ceiling in a daze.