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The fiftieth spirit stone shattered, and the fluorescent stone body shattered, dim and dull.

The pinnacle of the Peak Realm.

Feeling the dozens of new wisps of Xuanhuang motherhood in his body, Mo whispered a satisfied smile.

Absorbing the furious Xuan Qi in the spirit stone and transforming it into Xuanhuang Mother Qi is indeed the fastest way to cultivate.

After two months of practice, he regained his former strength.

All of this is the credit of "Hundred Refining Soul Forging Formula".

Under the increase of Xuanhuang's maternal qi, Mo Qingyu felt that the power in his body had reached a thousand peaks, which was comparable to the average mountain-moving realm mystic.

Mo Qingyu, who had cultivated the Extreme Path Secret Book before, only had the strength of six hundred tripods at the peak of the Ding Li Realm, which was almost double the difference from now.

Mo stood up softly, wanting to pick up the water glass beside him.

"Smack!"

The water cup was directly broken in half in Mo Qingyu's hand, and the clear water inside flowed on the ground.

Mo was stunned for a few seconds, put the broken water cup aside with a wry smile, and said secretly in his heart: "It seems that my strength has grown too fast recently, and there are also disadvantages, and I can't fully adapt to and control my own strength now." ”

"It's time to go to the Bronze Hall to cultivate. Mo whispered in his heart.

The Bronze Man Hall is a cultivation ground within the Extreme Dao Sect for disciples to cultivate control.

As a core disciple, Mo Qingyu has 6 hours of cultivation time every month.

Mo Qingyu cleaned up the water trails on the ground and immediately set off to the Bronze Man Hall.

Half an hour, Mo Qingyu came to the Bronze Man Hall, took out the identity token representing his core disciple, and entered the independent cultivation room in the Bronze Man Hall.

Mo Qingyu didn't save his cultivation time, and directly chose the right to use the cultivation room for three hours when he registered.

The space in the cultivation room was not large, and could only accommodate five adults of normal size standing.

The material used to build the training room is a hard wood called alloy wood to prevent the disciples from damaging the training room while training.

The scene in the training room was very simple, with only a two-meter-tall bronze figure standing in the center.

The bronze man has no face, only a red dot on his face and limbs.

The seemingly ordinary bronze man has an extraordinary background, and as far as Mo Qingyu knows, the bronze man in the Bronze Man Hall is the same as his secret mask, and comes from the Ancient Puppet Sect.

Although the bronze man does not have the ability to attack, he has an unusually strong ability to resist attacks.

It took the full force of the Hidden Realm Mystery Cultivator to leave a white mark on his body.

Only when the power is concentrated to the extreme, gathering the strength of a thousand tripods to attack the red dots on the bronze man's body, so that the red dots are dimmed, will it have an effect.

The five red dots all dimmed, and the bronze man lost his defenses, and a slight push could overthrow him.

What Mo whispered to do now was to extinguish the five red dots on the bronze man.

Easier said than done, Mo whispered a punch and hit the red dot on the bronze man's face.

"Ahh

Mo whispered in pain and screamed in pain, his fists already reddened.

Mo Qingyu's punch just now seemed to hit the red dots on the bronze man's face accurately, but in fact, the strength was scattered, and the power of the thousand tripods in his body was only gathered in the fist.

Mo whispered and rubbed his reddened fists, calming down.

He must not be impatient now, the method of obtaining the power in his body is a bit tricky, but now this power is in his body, it belongs to him, and all he has to do now is to tame them.

As Mo Qingyu's mind stabilized, and the blurred sword soul in his dantian emitted light, the originally unruly Xuanhuang motherhood immediately became a lot more honest, and Mo Qingyu instantly felt the change.

He clenched his fists, feeling the power in his palm.

"Groan!"

Mo whispered a punch, and the sound of breaking wind sounded, like the sound of a dragon's groan.

The power of Qianding, also known as the power of a dragon, at this moment, Mo Qingyu threw a punch and already controlled the power of a dragon.

"Bang!"

This punch landed accurately on the red dot on the bronze man's face, this time Mo Qingyu didn't feel the slightest pain, closed his fist, and the red dot dimmed.

Mo whispered and did it, his demeanor was a little relaxed, but not completely relaxed.

The red dots on his limbs require him to have a stronger grip on his powers, and he has to continue to hone his mastery of power.

A punch was thrown, and the target bronze man's left arm was red and unsuccessful.

Only this time, Mo Qingyu's fist did not redden, but only a little pain.

This pain was directly ignored by Mo Qingyu, and he threw punch after punch.

Each punch was accompanied by a faint dragon groan, and with each punch, his control over his power became stronger.

The imperial soul qualification is by no means in vain, and Mo Qingyu's current comprehension ability is far stronger than that of ordinary mysteries.

"Groan!!"

With a swing of the punch, a clearly visible dragon groan sounded, and a divine dragon phantom appeared.

The fist closed, and the last red dot on the bronze man dimmed.

Mo whispered a gentle push with his hand, and the tall bronze man fell down with a bang.

Punch out, close punch, clean and clean.

Mo Qingyu has been able to completely control his power and solve the hidden dangers in his body.

"It's time for the 21st training room. ”

At this moment, a voice sounded outside the door, and when the time of three hours was up, Mo whispered lightly and walked out of the cultivation room.

Feeling the power of feedback from every cell in the body, Mo whispered that he was in a good mood.

Walking back to the attic, Mo whispered that all he heard was the news about the annual ratio in half a year, which made his somewhat relaxed heart tense again.

In the annual comparison, those holy sons and saints will not participate, this is a stage that belongs to the core disciples.

Mo Qingyu is self-aware, he was able to become a core disciple because of the imperial soul qualification, not because of strength, now the strongest of the core disciples has reached the high level of the Hidden Realm, which is stronger than some deacons in the sect, and the gap between him and them is too big now.

Although he is only 15 years old this year, he can cultivate no size and strength.

Moreover, he was really eager to win the first place in the annual competition.

There was a reward for the first place, and that was to make a wish to the Sect Master, and his wish was to ask the Elder Supreme to go to the ancient ruins to find his father's whereabouts.

He believes that his father is not dead, but he has many dreams at night, and he doesn't want to wait any longer.

Strength, strength, what he needs urgently now is strength.

Mo Qingyu, who originally wanted to go back to the pavilion to rest, changed direction and came to the mission hall.

He has to take on more tasks to go to the Fallen Leaf Mountains, go to the Fallen Leaf Mountains to train, and quickly improve his strength.

After coming to the mission hall, Mo Qingyu walked to the front of the fifth-level task, and didn't look at it much, as long as he saw the tasks related to the Fallen Leaf Mountains, he picked them all down.

There are six in total.

Mo Qingyu took the six task cards to the deacon to register, and the deacon was a little surprised to see that Mo Qingyu had received so many tasks at one time, and only told him to do what he could, and when he saw that Mo Qingyu did not respond, he didn't say anything more, and registered the task cards he brought one by one.