Chapter 162 Magic Shield!

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Mo Lan lay on the fifth floor of the Mage , covering his face with one hand and refusing to let go.

"Shame on you, shame on you, it's over, I've lost all my face.

He was so excited that all his mental energy was focused on himself, leaving no energy for exploration.

Next time, you must maintain the most basic vigilance and always check your surroundings.

Alas, otherwise I won’t know how I’ll die next time.”

Mo Lan left quietly and found a deserted place on the island to practice.

In the state of Feather Fall Technique, the Resistance to Fire Ring is very powerful. Each Resistance to Fire Ring can basically make Mo Lan fly out about forty or fifty meters.

"It seems like there's a lot of resistance."

Mo Lan thought about it, went offline to look for information, and when he came back, he used his mental power to form a shuttle shape on the surface of his body.

Mo Lan's idea was very simple. Since mental power could be transformed into tangible interfering matter, the air could definitely come into contact with it. So it should be feasible to use mental power to change the appearance and reduce air resistance.

Mo Lan was lying horizontally in the air, resisting the explosion of the fire ring behind him, but this time the advancement distance was pitifully small, and Mo Lan fell headfirst to the ground.

“It can’t be a shuttle shape, the direction of the feet must be flat, otherwise it won’t be able to best withstand the impact.

So, now I am like a rocket, or a bullet, and the resistance fire ring that erupts behind me is the propellant. I have to withstand the impact force of the resistance fire ring as much as possible.

So the bullet shape is probably my most ideal shape at the moment.”

Mo Lan silently wrapped his mental power into the shape of a bullet, with a pointed front and a flat back. In addition, he projected his unmaterialized mental power in the shape of a ribbon, covering an area of 100 meters around himself to avoid causing another air disaster.

Bang!

Resisting the explosion of the fire ring, the platform under Mo Lan's feet absorbed the impact force to the greatest extent, and the whole person rushed forward in an instant.

Ten meters, thirty meters, fifty meters, seventy meters!

"Fuck!"

Mo Lan couldn't help but widen his eyes when he felt his own speed, and when the angle was off a little and he was about to fall to the ground, his eyes widened even more.

The mental forces on both sides expanded outward, striving to form an upward-curved plane.

The airflow hit this plane, giving Mo Lan a slight upward force.

However, before Mo Lan could change direction, the plane shattered directly, and Mo Lan fell headfirst to the ground. His mental power, which had turned into the shape of a bullet, also shattered. Mo Lan slid a long way on the ground with a water shield on his body, plowing a shallow ditch.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The ellipsoidal water shield rolled on the ground for several times and finally fell to the ground.

Mo Lan lay on his back on the ground, with his arms clasped together, one hand supporting his chin, looking at the sky, lost in thought.

"The power of mental strength is too weak to withstand the huge impact of the airflow, and it is also impossible to achieve the effect of changing direction.

It was already a great achievement to be able to resist the fire ring and push it once, there was no way to withstand more.

In other words, as long as I have speed, there is basically no need to think about turning, as I can't turn at all.

Alas, you can only fly straight and cannot change direction, so this flying method can basically only be used to escape, hurry, or commit suicide."

Mo Lan knew very well the advantages and disadvantages of this way of flying.

"Don't be greedy. At least I can fly now. Besides, it's just a flying technique. I can figure it out sooner or later. Why rush?"

Mo Lan said casually, turned around and floated towards me, with his head forward and face downward, lying horizontally in the air.

puff!

Resist the explosion of a fire ring behind you.

puff!

After several bursts of Resist Fire Ring, Mo Lan appeared next to the Mage Tower. When he was about to enter the field of vision of other players, Mo Lan stopped using Resist Fire Ring, slowly stopped, then put his hands behind his back, lifted his feet off the ground, and slowly approached the Mage Tower.

Floating in the air, guiding a player here and checking the farm there.

All the players who saw Mo Lan like this had envy written all over their faces.

"I can fly. I must become an elite magician. Only elite magicians can fly."

There were exclamations and envious words one after another, and Mo Lan couldn't suppress the smile on his face. After turning around, he floated towards the Mage Tower and went directly in from the fourth floor window.

When entering the window, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Instructor, you hit the shield again!"

When Mo Lan heard this, his body shook and he almost fell on the fourth-floor windowsill. He quickly landed, poked his head out, looked down fiercely, found the person who was talking, pointed at his team, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.

"The whole team should practice water shield techniques for another 100 rounds!"

"Oh, no, instructor, don't do that!"

"One hundred and fifty rounds!"

Amidst the wailing, this group of mages went to one side and began to practice group water shield techniques.

One round of Water Shield is to memorize Water Shield in all three spell slots and then use them all up. This whole set of steps is one round of Water Shield.

Mo Lan smiled triumphantly, returned to his chair, looked at the records in the notebook, and regained his previous train of thought.

"A spell of no rank that is permanently available and can grow."

Mo Lan muttered to himself.

“Since it is possible to grant spells that allow mental power to affect matter.

So... magic power is okay?"

Mo Lan was filled with anticipation.

"If magic power could become substantial like mental power.

Then isn't my magic a shield? If the strength of the shield is proportional to the quality of the magic, and the toughness of the shield is proportional to the amount of magic, then don't I have a spell that keeps pace with the times and is not restricted by rank?

And as long as my magic power is not depleted, the shield will never be broken?"

Mo Lan's mind was immediately filled with this thought.

“You can try.”

Mo Lan directly called out the spell model of the Mage's Hand, and then directly extracted the structure that materialized the mental power from it.

“It is this spell structure that materializes the spiritual power.

If the object that is materialized is changed from mental power to magic power, then the spell will basically be improved successfully.

This isn't even a creation of a spell model, it's just a revamp.

As long as the transformation is completed, I will have a spell that is unlimited in level, can grow with me, and still keep up with the pace. "

A smile appeared on Mo Lan's face, but when he looked at the structure of the mage, he was suddenly stunned.

The spell structure of Hand of the Mage is completely different from that of other first-level spells.

"This...this...the gap is too big, isn't it?"

Mo Lan suddenly covered his face with his hands.