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At night, there was still some noise in the county town of Kolos, and the level of noise was almost the same as it had been a month ago, before the insects had invaded. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Most of the city's residents have come out of the disaster and returned to their old lives.

There was a quiet area around Ping'an's cabin, where 5,000 Imperial troops were stationed in the past, but now only the villagers of Belka Village live here. The villagers had all gone to bed early, and only Ping'an was still practicing hard alone in the wooden hut next to the barracks.

Xiao Bai was a little greedy when he saw the blood-colored mist floating everywhere in the house, and his whole head kept moving back and forth following the route of the blood-colored mist floating everywhere, as if he was afraid that they would escape.

Nearly a month has passed, and during this time, Xiao Bai has swallowed enough 10 balls of blood-colored mist that has been compressed into a sponge by Ping'an's spiritual power, and after each swallowing, he will fall asleep like drunk for two days. As soon as he woke up, he continued to swallow again, and he was stunned for a while, this ability to digest blood-colored mist seemed to be stronger than him. Ping An now swallowed a whole ball of compressed blood-colored mist, which was almost unbearable for his body, and he could no longer continue to swallow and absorb it. But Xiaobai was good, and he ate one after another endlessly, and he didn't continue to swallow until he woke up after swallowing the tenth group of blood-colored mist in a row a few days ago. However, as long as it saw the red sponge and the blood-colored mist, its eyes straightened, and it was estimated that if its body could withstand it, it would definitely not let go of the blood-colored mist in front of it, and it might take a while for Xiaobai to completely digest the blood-colored mist that had been absorbed into the body these days before it could continue to absorb it.

Xiaobai is now much larger than before, and no longer looks like a young beast, and now Ping'an can't stand on his shoulders. Growing so fast, Ping An estimated that it should have a lot to do with absorbing so much blood-colored mist. Ping An also grew rapidly after absorbing the blood-colored mist since childhood, and now his height and body shape are no worse than that of a twelve-year-old child. At the same time, I envy Xiaobai's perverted physique even more, it seems that the body of a powerful beast is stronger than that of a human on a basis, I don't know how much.

"Huh!"

The small clouds of blood-colored mist scattered in the wooden house gathered rapidly under the control of Ping'an's spiritual power, and in the next moment, a blood-colored sphere less than the size of a fist condensed.

"Bang!"

The impact of spiritual power smashed the blood-colored ball that had just solidified and condensed back into a large ball of blood mist, and then controlled this blood-colored mist again and dispersed into a small ball of blood mist of equal size 256 fast.

"Brush!"

The small cloud of blood mist gathered and condensed again, and another blood-colored ball appeared out of thin air, and its appearance looked no different from the last condensed blood-colored ball.

During this period of time, Ping An continued to cultivate his mental control power almost without stopping. After hard training, he was able to maintain his mental power for a long time in the past few days, and he was able to control 256 blood-colored mist at the same time. Similarly, the volume of these 256 small clumps of blood-colored mist after condensing and forming was more than half of the previous condensed into a palm-sized sponge-like stone. And with the improvement of mental control, now with the ability of peace, 256 small clouds of blood-colored mist can be controlled almost simultaneously at the same time, and they are more neatly synchronized at the moment when they condense and impact the solid form. In this way, the appearance of the blood-colored mist after condensation and formation is also more controllable, and there will be no more phenomena that can not be controlled so synchronously at that moment and condense various strange shapes due to the inability to achieve mental control.

Now the blood-colored mist condensed into a ball is a bit like a rubber ball, it can still be pinched with some force, and it can be loosened and turned back to its original state again, with some elasticity, and it is no longer pinched like a sponge like before.

Catch the condensed blood-colored balls with his hands, put them away with the other recondensed blood-colored balls, and looked at the blood-colored balls that only had five left, and fell into deep thought.

At that time, I brought back enough 40 strange sponges formed by the condensation of blood-colored mist, I thought it was enough for myself to use for a long time, but I didn't know that Xiaobai could also absorb blood-colored mist, and it had swallowed 10 in a row these days. What makes Ping An even more distressed is that he has been using blood-colored mist to practice mental control these days, and he has also consumed as many as 25 of these blood-colored sponges he brought back, basically one every day. Because every time the blood-colored sponge is dispersed back into the state of blood mist, a small part of the blood-colored mist contained in it will dissipate, and after practicing for a long time with a blood-colored sponge, the more you practice, the less blood-colored mist it contains, until finally it all dissipates and melts into the air, which is the price paid by Ping An to practice mind control so frantically.

However, the results of the harvest are also obvious, after this period of crazy practice, Ping An's control of mental power has become more and more proficient, and he can divide his spiritual power into more parts to guide and control, and he no longer needs to enter a meditative state to control and release his spiritual power. If you come into close contact with a mage, the effect can be fatal, as long as a mage enters his own domain, he will immediately concentrate his mind, and his mental power will immediately make him lose his magic perception when he fills the domain. This is the nightmare of almost all mages, and at the beginning, His Holiness only thought that Ping An had to sit quietly and start meditating before he could show his incomparably powerful "natural ability". Now that Ping An has figured out a unique way to exercise his mental control, he no longer needs to sit and meditate to achieve this effect.

It's a pity that there are only five blood-colored spheres left now, if you want to continue to get it, you need to refine the insect corpse, and now the insects in the entire Qiushui County should have been cleaned and refined into Pope Coins by the imperial army, if you want to find the insects again, I am afraid that you will have to go to the depths of the vast Beichuan Mountains to find them.

Although Ping An is still very confident in his ability, it is not a problem to go to the mountains of Beichuan alone to hunt for some lone ants and insects. It's just that if my father knew about this, he would definitely not agree to let him go, and the reason for this was not easy to explain to my father.

"How is this good!" Ping An was anxious, but he hadn't come up with a good solution yet.

Now it is not only this problem that plagues Ping An, but also for the sake of the growth of strength in the future, Ping An also needs to make more adventurous attempts. Under comfortable conditions, it is impossible to create a strong person, this is the truth that Ping An has already figured out in his previous life, and Ping An has gradually grown into the strongest person on the earth in various pressures and dangers in his previous life.

"By the way, there is a way to drag the blessing of the Dharma King!" After thinking about it, Ping An finally found a good way.

Ping An made up his mind not to waste his mind anymore, and began to meditate, recovering his mental strength, which had been exhausted from practice.