The sun sets and the moon rises, and it takes a few hours in the blink of an eye.

The Blue Lotus Holy Beast had finally completely digested and absorbed all the Nether Blue Fire, and had not been able to break through from the late seventh order to the late stage of the Great Order, which made Pang Xiaodao and Lan Bao a little disappointed.

However, the Blue Lotus Holy Beast did not have the slightest sense of loss, but was extremely excited.

According to its explanation, the true origin of the Vault Skull Sacred Flame is like the life origin of the human body, within the deepest core of the Vault Skull's soul body, and these are separated from the body, which is the Origin Sacred Flame according to its talent, absorbing the attribute energy of heaven and earth fire, and cultivating it for a long time.

This is considered a second-class Origin Sacred Flame, otherwise the True Origin Sacred Flame that is closely related to the life of the dome is in large deficits, and it is impossible to only see fatigue and not see the level decline.

However, only absorbing these second-rank Origin Sacred Flames, according to the excitement of the Blue Lotus Holy Beast, it was enough to be worthy of its more than ten years of hard cultivation in the Space Ring, and it was not far from the late stage of the Seventh Order Great Stage.

The most important thing is that the loss of the second-rank Origin Flame will inevitably affect the advance speed of the Dome, which is a great thing to celebrate with high-fives, and Pang Xiaodao and Lan Bao are disappointed and overjoyed.

Pang Xiaodao, continue to stand motionless on Miaomiao's back, he was in severe pain, sweating, and the salt in the sweat is equivalent to sprinkling salt on the wound, and the result is to cause spasms all over the body, and the spasms throughout the body pull more wounds, which is simply a fucking vicious circle.

This vicious circle lasted for three days, so that Miao Miao and Xiao Fat were worried all day long, and they were carefully cared for, only the old god of the Qinglian Holy Beast was there, according to its crepe saying, blessings and misfortunes depended, and misfortunes and blessings were lurking, and this sin was not in vain.

Miaomiao and Xiaopang looked dazed, but Pang Xiaodao and Lanbao felt it day by day.

Water is the source of life, wood is the root of life, and water and wood are the attributes of restoration, along with the repair of the damage in Pang Xiaodao's body from the inside to the outside, the self-repair ability hidden in the deepest part of the source of life is strengthening day by day.

And the result of the strengthening is that the new water attribute in the body is accelerating, and the growth rate is far faster than the god-level soul power through the needle and the seedling boost.

The core driving force of this accelerated growth is that the body is the latent instinct of the body, and it is permanent, which can be compared with the endless hidden dangers of pulling out seedlings to help grow.

If it is not broken or standing, blessings and disasters depend on each other, and the poison of the eyes of the Qinglian Holy Beast makes Pang Xiaodao and Lanbao both worship.

After three days, most of the damage under the epidermis is repaired one by one, but repairing the epidermis has become a big problem, the so-called regenerative ability of the human body is based on the premise of small damage, the larger the damage ratio, the weaker the regeneration ability, or even completely lost.

In addition to the full protection in advance, the relatively good head, face and crotch, Pang Xiaodao's whole body skin is more than eighty percent turned into white charcoal, whenever the breeze blows, some white charcoal ash will fly out of it, if you want to repair such injuries, it is not only difficult, it is simply created out of thin air.

Even if Lan Bao and Pang Xiaodao combined into one, the god-level soul power could only be spawned from the existing skin on the head, face and crotch, and it was so slow, so slow that it was maddening.

Priority was given to restoring the skin around the buttocks, Pang Xiaodao was finally able to put on small pants and say goodbye to the naked state of the wind blowing the farts and farts.

Wearing a pair of small pants, Pang Xiaodao also bid farewell to his upright and upright state on the fifth day, and sat on Miaomiao's back.

Miao Miao still didn't dare to fly fast, but flapped her spirit wings gently, fearing that the agitated wind would stimulate the little master's wound, so she flew extremely slowly.

It always hangs dozens of meters above the sand, which can avoid the outbreak of man-eating sandworms and other wild beasts under the yellow sand, and it does not attract vultures and eagles that plunder the sky.

It was relatively peaceful along the way, especially the Coiling Dragon Spear killed several Fourth-Order Great Perfection Great Eagles in one hit, and stained its blood on Miao Miao's body, after the pungent smell of blood could be smelled far and near, most of the criminals in the sky fled when they smelled it, and they didn't dare to commit it.

Traveling dozens of miles a day, there was a soul shield supported by Lanbao in front of him to block the wind, and in the afternoon of the fifth day, Pang Xiaodao finally saw the first wave of Cleanup Desolate Beast Martial Cultivation from the Seven Star Sect.

After the Holy Flame was burned, Pang Xiaodao couldn't speak, but Lan Bao could, like the voice of the little master, and immediately transmitted the shocking news that the three dome skulls most likely all possessed the Netherworld Blue Fire talent through the sound transmission stone.

Netherworld blue fire, even Pang Xiaodao can still know its scales and half claws in advance, how can the countries not understand.

There is no need to exaggerate, alarmist, just hearing the four words of the Netherworld Blue Fire, the front-line powerhouses of all countries immediately ordered through the sound transmission stone to slaughter the desolate beasts, leaving no one behind.

In front of this group of forty or fifty Seven Star Sect disciples, there are quite a few familiar faces, and the little stammering stammerer rescued by Pang Xiaodao Misty Fruit Forest is impressively in the ranks, and the leader is not Xuanyuan Lie, but the Holy Son of the middle and late stages of the Eighth Layer of the Seven Tuohai.

Among the more than 100 Holy Sons of the Seven Star Country, the Seven Star Sect accounted for nearly half, more than fifty people, and the Hanhai Sect and the Five Phase Sect occupied a large proportion in turn, such as Ning Ji, Li Mingwei and other small and medium-sized forces combined, barely comparable to a Hanhai Sect.

However, the Holy Sons of the Seven Star Sect are all Xuanyuan Lie's orders, and they are very low-key, but it is the Hanhai Sect, Qu Feiyang is from top to bottom, very jumpy, and shows hostility from time to time.

"Bye...... Meet the ...... Lord Wang!"

The little stammerer looked at Pang Xiaodao, who was covered with a big cloak in the sky, his whole body was white and cracked, exposing the crimson blood vessels under his skin, and he knelt on the ground respectfully, meticulously.

He knelt this time, and what he knelt down was not the life-saving grace of the Misty Fruit Forest, but the body of the king of the hidden capital.

Pang Xiaodao knew it in his chest, sighed secretly, and nodded lightly: "No need to be polite, little stammer, this king still doesn't know your name." ”

"Wang ...... Dirt!" stammered a little stumbling.

"Wang Tu?" Pang Xiaodao asked in surprise, his heart was a little broken, this name, ordinary people really can't think of it, either the family is illiterate, or it is full of pedantic, dedicated to serving the country, and the old-fashioned attitude of watching small stammers is obviously from the latter.

"Hmm!" the little stammered slightly, his face showed a shy flush, he was eighteen or nineteen years old, he was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, if he didn't speak, he looked strange and cute, listening to him speak, a little tired.

After Wang Tu saw the salute, several of the leading holy sons bowed side by side, up and down, and none of the disciples of the Seven Star Sect knelt down, and there was some hostility faintly revealed.

Pang Xiaodao turned a blind eye, smiled and politely said, "You have worked hard", and jumped over their heads, letting Miaomiao fly forward.

The Seven Star Nation seems to be the dominant family of the Seven Star Sect, but in fact, the Hanhai Sect and the Five Phase Sect dominate one side, and they are hidden into a three-legged trend.

The Little Knife Alliance first added the Great Divine Son Tu Qian who came out of nowhere, and the Canglang Gate of the Nine Great Holy Sons joined, and the Blood Thorn Willow Sky City was not able to go for a long time, and even the five core sects of the Phoenix Alliance of the Luo Shen Kingdom also faintly became the backers behind the Little Knife Alliance.

Together, the Little Knife Alliance today has become the fourth great force in the Seven Star Kingdom that is comparable to the Hanhai Sect.

How can you allow others to sleep soundly next to the couch?

In the face of such a terrifying force, it is reasonable for the Holy Son of the Seven Star Kingdom and his disciples to show hostility.

As I walked forward, I met many martial cultivators from various countries who were looking for desolate beasts.

All countries have the same hatred and hatred, and it is rare to have a friendly atmosphere of peaceful coexistence, and the means of finding desolate beasts on all sides are also varied, including medicinal wine, essences and other things with a heavier taste, as well as some unique spiritual herbs and elixirs that desolate beasts like to eat in the sand, and even some of them are irritable, digging three feet into the ground directly, and finding the hole-like traces left by the underground cannibal sandworms and chasing them all the way.

The sky is naturally cleaner, and whenever a flying desolate beast appears, there must be many soul beasts carrying the master to pounce, and they will be abused to the point of no feathers left.

Pang Xiaodao asked for directions one after another, going around and around, and soon after, the familiar wolf howl sounded in front of him, carrying Luo Xingyu and Chen Xin in the sky, and they were very excited to run like the wind, Long Guo'er, Lin Rou, Yunfei and other dozens of people slowed down each other, and stretched out long strings like racing, each eating dust behind the buttocks of others.

Miao Miao is also extraordinarily excited to lower the altitude, low altitude to welcome, it is smeared with a lot of blood used to scare the birds along the way, stinky coaxing, as a natural love of clean Miaoyin flying deer, what it is most eager for now is to have the beauties of the Little Knife Alliance to give it a good bath as before.

As he ran, Changkong gradually slowed down, and then burst into tears.

Looking from the bottom up, Pang Xiaodao's hair, eyebrows and eyelashes are all gone, there are still mottled burns on his face, and the blood scabs that have just been knotted are hidden under it, and the body covered by the open-collared loose cloak is even more shocking, cracked into irregular pieces of white scorched skin, and what connects the scorched skin is only the cicada wing-like colloidal layer formed by the serum, and the blood vessels under it are exposed.

Luo Xingyu and Chen Xin were also stunned, and Pang Xiaodao only said that he was fighting against two domes and a demon, and he was accidentally injured, but he didn't expect to be so seriously injured.

Long Guo'er and the others who followed closely behind also slowed down one after another, and there was a lot of moisture in their eyes, which was the heartfelt love that hurt you and hurt in my heart.

Pang Xiaodao's heart warmed, and he was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a shadow quickly press on the top of his head.

He struggled to look up, and couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

A fourth-order early Shenjun white eagle swooped in, and on it stood Shui Hongji, the young master of Hongji Gate, with a sinister face.

Although the lotus seeds mainly act on the soul body, the soul body and the physical body are in one relationship, and under the influence of each other, it is not very surprising that the white eagle is in the step into the spirit.

Incredibly, on the first day of entering the water realm, the battle between each other's small islands has only been more than a month, and it was only the water Hongji in the late stage of Tuohai, and in one fell swoop, he skipped the consummation and the great consummation on it, and directly revealed the cultivation of the spiritual realm.

Tuohai six layers up, the so-called consummation is not a line away from the upper realm, but a big step, and this distance will gradually increase with the seventh and eighth layers of Tuohai.

When it comes to the eighth layer of Tuohai and the ninth layer, that step is so big that it may be greater than the early stage, middle stage, and late stage to consummation, and the four layers of small realms combined, otherwise how can you call the late stage of the eighth layer of Tuohai to perfection as the Great Holy Son, and the real Great Perfection above the consummation deserves the title of the half-step divine son.

The advancement of the eighth layer of Tuohai is outrageously slow, and in more than a month, this Shui Hongji has crossed the Great Late Stage and the Great Perfection one after another, and directly entered the transcendent realm, which is really incredible.

Not far in front of him, Sihai, the director of the Phantom Palace, who had been in cahoots with him, also suddenly appeared, and rushed here with a group of palace children, as if he was in a hurry to watch a play.

In an instant, Pang Xiaodao's mind flashed through the previous time when he asked for directions, and he met several martial cultivators, all of whom were wearing mysterious pattern costumes in the shape of the incarnation in the wind shadow, which were the disciples of the Phantom Palace.

This is not a coincidence with a narrow road, but a killing game, a well-designed killing game!