The silver-haired shawl, looking at such warmth, the expression on his face, and the eyes, under the surface of ordinary people who could not see the change, rose a faint gentleness, and ate his own bowl. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info But from time to time, women, and middle-aged men, will put a few chopsticks of good food in their bowls.

Gradually, darkness fell, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

Mahal returned to the room of the house, which had been prepared long ago, with some white linen quilts, a simple wooden bed, and a room with few furnishings, which looked simple but extremely clean.

"Whoa!"

The drops of Earl's thermal essence blood stored in the dantian in the body dissolved a drop, and suddenly, the terrifying heat energy that rushed into the sky ran through the whole body, like a fire dragon, blazing, spreading throughout the meridians and the whole body.

has the original realm, even if it is the earl's essence blood, for him, he can bear it.

As for the movement of his own breakthrough, it will disturb the ordinary people in Dawang Village, this point does not need to be considered at all, his own cultivation recovery can be completely grasped to the smallest detail, and it will not leak at all.

With these two points of existence, Mahal, who already had hope, now began to restore Shinto.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of banging was endless, the body was as red as a glazed Maihal, and the meridians in the body flowed with waves of sword qi, like a stream flowing, and then the ordinary body exuded the breath of Shinto.

"Refining the spirit!"

"Fivefold Spirit Refining!"

"Shentai Ichiju!"

The breakthrough of the heavy realm, for Maihar, is like eating and drinking, flowing smoothly, without any delay, as long as the sword qi energy in the body continues to be enough, it is enough to break through the heavy heaven.

There was no difficulty in the restoration of cultivation for Mahal.

Moreover, the fierce beast essence blood he intercepted, after being used for the black big dog, the white cat demon emperor, and the master Sharp Holy Lord, still has a lot of it left, which is enough to support the recovery consumption of his Divine Dao.

Every twenty fierce beasts that do not exceed the top and bottom of their own realm, in exchange for a breakthrough in the heavenly realm, for others, may be a small number, but in fact, most of them are intercepted.

Naturally, the Earl's essence blood on Mahal's body, nearly six thousand drops, is completely enough!

In less than two hours, the aura that diffused from Mahal's body suddenly reached the ninefold peak of the Golden Core Realm, and without any hesitation, two drops of fierce beast essence blood dissolved in his body one after another, and the blazing heat energy flowed.

"Boom!"

Only after a muffled sound, the aura emanating from Mehal's body reached the peerless level of the earl, and the sound of flowing sword qi was like a mighty Yangtze River, rumbling and terrifying, and was covered and drowned.

The eyes were slightly closed, and the star-like edge in the eyes flashed away.

After using a little time to adjust and perfectly cover the breath, Mehal's eyes were closed, and he continued his breakthrough and recovery, even if his cultivation was burning, but the realm was still there, and it was not difficult to restore the Divine Dao.

There is no need to encounter the barriers to break through again, as if it were rebuilt.

"Earl one!"

"Count Triple!"

"Earl Nine!"

It wasn't until he succeeded in breaking through the Earl's Nine Heavens that Mahal slowly exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and this recovery took nearly five hours of the night, and once the five hours passed, it was impossible for him to continue to restore the Divine Dao.

Otherwise, it will be noticed by ordinary people, and it will be time for dawn!

In one night, the cultivation of the Divine Dao to the Earl Nine Heavens, even if it did not reach the previous peak consummation, but this is an extremely amazing thing, you know, five hours is just a snap of a finger.

"I don't know, what kind of explanation will the Confucian poet give me?"

Mahal murmured in his heart, he was still a little concerned about the situation of his disciple Bai Hong, who had been separated from him for thousands of years before, which was an unbearable thing for anyone.

He owes her, and deep down in his heart for this disciple, has an inescapable guilt.

Restraining the terrifying Shinto aura, Mahal stood up, pushed open the room of his house, and walked out in one step, but in an instant, he was stunned in place with an indifferent look.

The day dawned, and the cold morning sun reflected through the mist on the earth.

With a faint quietness, coldness, and chill, Mehal's gaze is like a peerless sword, and at a glance, the scene within tens of miles can be seen in the eyes.

"Is it fake?"

A soft murmur, coming from Mahal's mouth, broke the silence of the morning.

The entire Dawang Village was dead silent, and no sound came out, like a deserted dead land, without the yawning sound and faint noise that came out of the past morning.

Six years, a whole six years, it seems, it's a big dream!

And the dream, the moment he began to restore his Shinto cultivation and showed a terrifying aura, he was already awake, because there was no dream that could make a peerless powerhouse sink, get lost, and lose his mind.

"Da Ka

As if stepping on the dead branches and leaves, there was a clattering and breaking footsteps, from the distant earth, from far to near, a beautiful figure in white clothes that was better than snow, but stained with blood, staggered a little.

But even if he stumbled, this weak, green silk like a waterfall figure, his eyes were extremely firm.

"Rainbow..."

Mahal let out a loud voice, and the beautiful figure in front of him, holding a long sword, staggering, and covered in blood, was not the disciple Bai Hong he was worried about?

"Master!"

Bai Hong, whose body was stained with blood, stood still slightly, and waved towards Mehal, her face pale for a while.

At this time, Bai Hong's body was stained with blood, and there were many white blade wounds, and there were blood stains flowing on it, leaving the supreme power of mystical energy, which looked extremely terrifying.

But the white-clothed Shengxue, with her cold and sharp body, did not snort.

"Finally found..."

After a while, Bai Hong's face showed exhaustion, mixed with a smile of relief, the mountains and rivers traveled thousands of miles to find a teacher, and broke through the battle of the supreme power of the Southern Holy Court, how difficult and tragic, but she still broke through, did not take half a step back, her name did not fall into the Star King at all.

Mahal's heart roared and trembled!

Looking at the peerless white-clothed figure in front of him, it was obviously a terrifying and terrifying wound all over his body, and he had obviously experienced a fight with the supreme power, and he was obviously ... It's so tragic!

But what she showed was a faint smile, and there was no superfluous explanation for him.

This is his disciple of Mahal, this is the Heavenly Sword Fairy Bai Hong, this is her!(To be continued.) )