The old priest's knowledge of the magic system was very vague, but his cultivation was undeniable.
It's not his fault. As he communicated with the outside world, the village also had some magic textbooks, but there was definitely no introduction to super-level magicians in any of the textbooks.
Because high-level magicians are already the limit that ordinary people can achieve. Even for students from the top universities, breaking through to high-level magic is also the ultimate goal they can envision.
Seniors can apply for graduation at any time, and what they get in that way is the most valuable diploma, but most people actually can't do it.
"I have the ability to control fire, and the fire tree gave me golden flames."
A ball of flame ignited in the old priest's hand, with a faint golden edge. This was not a spiritual fire, but it was more domineering than the spiritual fire. It was an additional effect that the old priest was born with after awakening.
In other words, the old priest is still a magician who is born with the fire spirit.
"I still have the ability to heal, but I didn't see it mentioned in the textbooks. Those who came to the village told me that this is a magic called healing."
The old priest's hands were glowing with green light, which was the healing magic he had displayed when he was treating Dashan.
"I can also speak in your heart and sense everyone's emotions. This seems to be a kind of magic called telepathy."
Suddenly a voice sounded in Mo Yinge's heart. It was the voice of the old priest, but the old priest in front of him did not speak at all.
Mo Yinge was almost numb. He was born with a fire spirit type and spiritual healing. What kind of magical combination was this!
You are the real chosen one, right? !
"There is also the last department, what kind of magic department is it?" Mo Yinge stared at the old priest with his beautiful eyes open, not knowing what surprises or surprises he could bring to him.
"It's a bit like the psychic system. It can make my words spread far and wide."
The old priest may have felt that he could not express himself clearly, so he simply drew a purple-red star trail and showed it to Moyingge.
"It's music magic!"
Mo Yinge exclaimed in surprise. When she saw the color of Xingzi, she already knew what type of magic it was.
It just so happens that I also have a musical system, so now I can ask for some advice.
"Then what level have your four magic departments reached?"
Mo Yingge couldn't help but ask. She must be a super-level magician with four elements. After all, not everyone is like her. A high-level magician who inexplicably awakens two elements at the same time cannot be like her brother Mo Fan. Two lines of innate awakening.
"It's pretty much the same."
The old priest thought for a moment, then tugged at his beard and spoke slowly.
almost? Almost all of them are ultra-level. Four-series ultra-level? ! Are you sure you're not joking? ! !
"What, is this hard?"
The old priest was a little confused. He was just slowly groping for practice on his own. Isn't it just a matter of having hands?
When I was a teenager, I automatically awakened the golden flame under the altar fire tree, and then practiced slowly. When I felt that my cultivation was stuck, I rushed over with all my strength, then continued practicing, and then made a breakthrough... It doesn't seem to be a big deal, right?
Oh, I heard that awakening magic requires some kind of awakening stone, but I don’t need this thing in my village. During the annual festival, the blessing of the fire tree can easily cause the awakening of the fire element.
Of course, he himself has never used any awakening stones.
For him, self-awakening is the most normal thing.
Mo Yingge lay on the table, feeling weak and numb.
Really, although she never said it, she was quite satisfied with her own strength, but after hearing the old priest's life experience, she instantly felt that she was a scumbag.
There are no awakened people of the right age this year, so the festival is missing a link, but the old priest is not happy at all, which means there is no successor.
…
After that, Mo Yingge settled down in the village.
The old priest takes her out for a walk every day, with the euphemistic claim that she wants every villager to get to know their saint.
At the same time, Mo Yingge was asked to patrol her territory.
That's right, according to ancient sayings, these mountains now belong to her, Mo Yinge.
"I didn't expect that I would become a mountain king after just walking around for a while."
Mo Yingge didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
While she was consolidating her high-level wind cultivation, she strived to fly into the sky as soon as possible.
While sharing common knowledge about magic with the old priest, she was able to teach him easily thanks to her previous experience of reviewing with Mo Fan.
Of course, the old priest also explained his understanding of magic to her without reservation.
The old priest doesn't understand any big theories, but decades of groping forward are also an unimaginable treasure. He won't say it, but he can show it directly to Moyinge.
There is no need for the fire system for the time being. Some old magic priests of the music system were demonstrating and explaining in their own words. Mo Yingge was a genius with extremely high talent for understanding magic, so such words and deeds were more suitable for her.
Only three hundred and forty-three wind stars must be completely controlled before the high-level magic - Wings of Wind can be released.
But obviously this is not a day's work.
Mo Yinge sat cross-legged, with a long staff placed on her plump and powerful legs. She discovered that this magical weapon not only provided incredible control, but could also independently gather the power of elements. Although it was mainly fire-based, it was not It means it is useless against other elemental powers, but the effect will be much worse.
The magical weapon automatically recognizes its owner, and Mo Yinge also gained a lot in the process of exploring and controlling it.
In this way, Mo Yingge lived in the village for a long time, as if he had become one.
It takes a long time to control the wind element Xingzi. After all, she does not have the magic weapon to control Xingzi. Mo Yingge feels that it will even take a month to master almost all of them.
But the mid-level space system comes much faster. After all, there are only forty-nine stars, so it’s not easy to catch them!
"Spatial Rhythm·Compression!"
On the rocky beach, Mo Yingge looked at a large gray-black stone. As she introduced a silvery luster, she could see a large square grid of space showing an upright rhombus with obvious fluctuations.
Waves are powerful compressive forces.
Objects in the vertical rhombus space will suddenly bear several times, ten times, dozens or even hundreds of times the original space pressure!
"Bang!!!"
The big stone was soon overwhelmed by the weight and shattered into a pile of irregular small stones in the vertical rhombus-shaped silver space grid.
Mo Yingge did not stop, silvery-white light flashed in his eyes, and the small stones were still breaking. They could not withstand the increasing pressure until they were crushed into lime on the ground.
A gust of breeze blew by, raising gray dust, and Mo Yingge showed a slightly satisfied smile.
Space compression is the first level in the mid-level magic of the space system. It is very practical. Magicians can adjust the intensity of space compression according to their own needs.
If the strength is controlled well, the gravity can also be compressed, causing the enemy to bear more than ten times the original gravity at once, making it difficult for him to move.
Mo Yingge has not yet learned that level, but he has mastered pure space compression, and it is powerful enough.
She estimated that if Xiao Zhan was locked in this diamond-shaped space, he would explode and die!
Don't ask why she knew it so clearly. Of course she didn't search for a demon to cooperate with her in experiments.
The big head of the Flame Lizard lay paralyzed on the side, lazily basking in the sun, but the horror and fear in his eyes had not dissipated. He lowered his head and looked at Mo Yingge pitifully.
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