The soreness did not disappear immediately, and at the same time, the meridians in the body were once again washed and torn by a large influx of blood-colored mist, bringing severe pain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt this time, Ping An was already covered with cold sweat, and he had already experienced it many times, and each time he relied on his incomparably strong willpower to resist, and he was afraid that he would have fainted to death in this severe pain.

The cold wind blew, and the cold sweat that broke out was quickly blown into ice beads, and Ping'an's face looked very embarrassed.

"It seems that you can't overdraw the limit of your body too much, you need to recover and rest before you can continue to temper yourself like this!" wiped away the cold sweat that had formed ice beads on his face, and without wasting a little time, he sat down on the spot and began to use the blood-colored ball to practice mental control.

The pain continued for a while before it gradually dissipated, and when the pain was no longer felt, he stopped his mind control exercises and began to lift the boulder again......

The sky is getting darker, and the day is coming to an end. Now, there was only one of the more than twenty blood-colored orbs left after Ping An kept repeating the masochistic tempering of his own consumption.

After absorbing a large amount of blood-colored mist from more than twenty blood-colored spheres in a row, Ping An could feel a slight change in the scope of his consciousness domain. It is no longer limited to covering the whole body, but now it can cover a wider area, although it has only expanded a little. Ping An felt that this should be due to the fact that his soul had absorbed most of the blood-colored mist, and this new discovery made him very excited, it seemed that most of the blood-colored mist that had been devoured by the soul had not disappeared for no reason.

When he suddenly possessed this realm of consciousness before, Ping An didn't understand it too much, but he vaguely felt that it had something to do with the soul inhaling a huge amount of mana that Lord Dharma had introduced into his body, but he didn't know how to improve it. Now, after the soul absorbed a large amount of blood-colored mist in one day, its own consciousness realm also expanded, and now Ping An can be regarded as finding a way to improve and expand the scope of his own realm. In short, it's one word: suck (blood-colored mist)!

"Grandma's! This is going to be gone!" was masochistic and energetic, and found that only the last blood-colored ball was left, and Ping An couldn't help but complain.

"Whew!" Xiaobai has always been by Ping'an's side, with a greedy look. Seeing that the blood-colored balls were devoured by Ping An and only one remained, he finally stopped being silent and chirped, as if he wanted Ping An to leave the last one to it.

"I don't know about you yet, if you can eat it, you won't rush to eat it without me saying it!Don't worry too much, there will be a lot of big fish and meat in the future, but I won't starve you!" Seeing Xiao Bai's appearance, he couldn't help but smile, but he didn't plan to continue to consume the blood-colored mist in his body and swallow it after only the last blood-colored ball was left. It was almost night, and he had to leave a blood-colored orb behind so he could continue to practice his mind control during the night.

"Whew... Hearing Ping'an say this, Xiaobai seemed to understand the meaning, turned his head and turned his back, as if he had been wronged.

"Come on, come on, come and breathe the fire, roast the snow venison that I haven't eaten yesterday, this is today's dinner, if I don't eat it, I'll eat it all by myself!"

This method really worked, and as soon as Xiao Bai heard the barbecue to eat, he turned his head and opened his mouth to spew flames, forgetting the unhappiness just now.

After eating the roast venison to fill his stomach, Ping An did not waste a trace of time, and continued to use the last blood-colored orb to start practicing mental control.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier in the mountains, and the coldest winter has finally arrived. At this time of year, the villages near the entrance to the Beichuan Mountains have just finished their winter hunting, and the villagers who come to hunt will return to their villages with their captured prey to spend this cold and long season.

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Time flies, and three years have passed. During this time, Heian launched a dehumanizing massacre of ants and insects in the Beichuan Mountains. As long as you see it, you will never let it go. However, what surprised him was that there was no trace of the black ant insects, as if they had all gone into hiding en masse.

However, during this period of time, Ping An alone killed no less than 100,000 ants and insects, and he cultivated while hunting and killing without leaving inventory. Today, the scope of Ping An's consciousness has expanded several times compared to before, and now the scope of coverage can be as wide as the whole body. However, the scope of the realm is becoming more and more difficult to improve, and now I am afraid that the soul will have to absorb the blood-colored mist transformed by thousands of ants and insects to expand the scope of its own consciousness realm by another inch.

Ping'an's strength has also been greatly improved, and in the past three years, the muscles and meridians in the body have been washed and stimulated by the blood mist turned by no less than 100,000 insect corpses. Now, without the blessing of blood mist, Ping An estimates that he can lift a boulder weighing almost 5,000 catties by relying on his own muscle strength alone, which is already the strength of a beginner golden knight. It stands to reason that the meridians of Ping An should be strong enough to convert the magic elements stored in the meridians into fighting qi and release them out of the body. But so far, there doesn't seem to be a trace of magic elements in the meridians in Ping'an's body, which makes Ping'an very helpless, and he doesn't know the reason so he has to leave it alone for the time being.

At the same time, Ping An has been practicing mental control every night for the past two years, and now Ping An is more proficient in controlling mental power than before. Now that Ping An is concentrating a little, he can divide a blood-colored mist into 1024 small balls with a single thought, and use spiritual power to guide the collision to condense and solidify the appearance of a blood-colored coin about the size of a Pope's coin. Pinching down is as hard as iron, and it will no longer be pinched like a blood-colored ball, and it will be a little elastic. Ping An also gave them a name, called "Blood Coin". They are small in size and easy to carry, and Ping An also specially made a piece of animal skin to make a bag to hold these blood coins, and now there are thousands of blood coins accumulated in the bag, which is because the efficiency of hunting ants and insects has recently improved, and it is too late to absorb them.

As for the reason for the increase in efficiency, it is naturally because of Xiaobai. Xiao Bai has also swallowed hundreds of blood coins in the past three years, and every time he grows a little bigger, he will continue to devour for a period of time, and then stop for a few months and start to swallow continuously. Every time he eats Xiaobai's body size, it will start to grow wildly for a period of time, but fortunately, no matter how much it eats, it can't swallow more than 100,000 blood coins in three years. Just a few months ago, Xiao Bai swallowed hundreds of blood coins in a row, and in the last month, he had grown crazy to almost the size of an ordinary cow and horse before temporarily stopping. Now Xiaobai's body can already sit on people, and in this month, Xiaobai has hunted ants and insects everywhere in the vast Beichuan Mountains with peace, and the efficiency has increased greatly.