Chapter 242: Three Days Later

The palace examination, for all the outer disciples of the Red Void Palace, determines whether they can leap into the dragon gate, become an inner disciple, and get more cultivation resources and opportunities. At the same time, many disciples of the outer sect of the Red Void Palace, who had been in retreat for a long time, broke out one after another at this time, just like a summer cicada that had been silent for a long time to break through the dirt, waiting for the arrival of a blockbuster moment.

The outer gate of the entire Chixu Palace gradually became lively. And the name Mu Hao seems to have faded out of everyone's sight again, at least rarely mentioned it. Now most of the topics that everyone is talking about are focused on the palace examination, who has broken through to the stage of transforming into a god, who has the strength to impact the top ten of the outer gate after months of penance, and who has practiced terrifying magic skills, is bound to shine in the palace examination.

Time passed so calmly, and the earthquake brought by Mu Hao was like the dusk of yesterday. On the second day after Mu Hao was escorted to the Tower of Atonement, an autumn rain fell, sprinkled one after another, washing away the bloodstains all over the ground, as if the shocking scene a few days ago was also washed away and disappeared in everyone's memory.

However, there are also people lying on the soft couch, lying in the gentle country, looking out the window, the rainy sky, cursing Mu Hao: "Let him die in the Tower of Atonement, it's really cheap for him." If it falls into my hands, I will have to break him into pieces. ”。

These people include Lin Xu, who was broken by Mu Hao, Liu Jian, and Pang De, who was kicked by Mu Hao. She was still stroking the piano in the piano pavilion, dignified as if she were a lady, but in her spare time, she would also occasionally think of that evil handsome face and that stupid words.

An autumn rain disturbed one after another, Shi Qinghan sat in the elegant attic with carved railings and jade, standing by the window, if she was in the future, she should be cultivating at this time, and for some reason, she felt a little irritable today, and she couldn't calm down. It seems that under this autumn rain, melancholy will come out like sprouts, "Will he walk out of the Tower of Atonement safe and sound?"

The muttering voice echoed in the autumn wind, Shi Qinghan's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, although she felt in her heart that Mu Hao's chances of being able to get out of the Tower of Atonement were extremely slim, but she felt sorry for Mu Hao's death in the Tower of Atonement.

On the peak of a mountain at the outer gate of the Chixu Palace, a girl in a purple dress whispered, "I believe you will definitely come out, right, junior brother." ”。 Even if the memory is a little long ago, so blurry that I can't remember that face clearly, Shi Qingyun vaguely remembers that the young man who was amazed by his endless miracle shouted when he was with him: "Senior Sister Qingyun!"

However, he was separated from Mu Hao for less than two or three months, but everything happened quickly, giving Shi Qingyun a sense of loneliness of "the wind lives in the dust and the fragrant flowers are exhausted, and the day and night are tired of combing the hair, and things are not resting".

The dripping rain washed the dark tower, and layers of scarlet blood washed out on it. In the Tower of Atonement, Sun Shuwei looked at it with some numbness, and the young man who was as indifferent as a leisurely stroll could only rub his eyebrows helplessly. In just a few moments, he had seen too many miracles, looking at the scattered corpses of demon beasts, he knew that he had to run to the beast control pavilion again, otherwise there would be no demon beasts in the atonement tower in the Ming Dynasty.

Mu Hao stood in a pool of blood, looking at his long sword thoughtfully: "Seven hundred and nineteen swords, killing four hundred and thirty-six brute blood lions, its hit rate is about sixty percent, which is ten percent higher than yesterday!"

Looking at the corpses of demon beasts all over the ground, Mu Hao believed that in just three days, he would at least be able to cultivate this killing sword technique to the thirteenth form, truly exert the true power of this killing sword technique, and enter the Yuan infant stage, and this is obviously the best place to hone himself, compared to when he entered the tower, he has improved a lot in terms of both reaction power and speed.

What makes Mu Hao feel the most gratifying is the Hongmeng Qi, even if he excludes the cultivation of himself and the four Zaihao families who have spent these times, there are still hundreds of cubic meters of treasure liquid composed of Hongmeng Qi, looking at the re-rippling Creation Thunder Pool, Mu Hao also felt a burst of excitement.

"If it weren't for the time limit, I really want to stay in this place and not leave" Mu Hao exhaled lightly and started cultivating again, the energy surging out, and the body after the fierce battle was like a sponge frantically absorbing these energies. Vaguely, Mu Hao felt that if he practiced like this for a few more years, he would be able to touch the bottleneck of the peak of the half-step Yuan Infant, that is, the moment of impacting the Yuan Infant Period.

"Yuan Infant Stage!" Mu Hao knew the gap between the Yuan Infant Stage and the half-step Yuan Infant Period, and his state of mind was like a pool of stagnant water, Mu Hao cultivated quietly.

"Fight, cultivate!" said that the son was as plain and tasteless as boiled water, and Mu Hao slowly improved his strength. However, Sun Shuwei and Wu Qingfeng were miserable, and the bones in the Tower of Atonement were piled up like a mountain, so they had to act as cleaners to clean up the bones of these demon beasts. As soon as it is cleaned up, it is a few hours, and often at this time, Sun Shuwei will miss the boring days in the past, at least it will not be as hard as it is now.

"Six hundred and sixty-nine swords, kill four hundred and fifty-seven brute blood monitor lizards, and its hit rate is about sixty-eight!"

The empty tower of atonement echoed with a sonorous sound, and sometimes Mu Hao's muttering was heard. And the old man appeared once in the first day, and after he left on the second day, he rarely appeared in the next day. However, at dusk on the third day, the old man reappeared and walked straight to the third floor of the Tower of Atonement.

If Mu Hao had supported the Tower of Atonement for another six hours, he would still be able to get out of the Tower of Atonement if he had slashed dozens of fourth-order demon beasts comparable to the first and second layers of the God Transformation Stage as always.

Sun Shuwei and Wu Qingfeng waited above for a long time, and when they saw the old man coming, they greeted him one after another: "Jing Lao!"

"Has he entered the third floor?" the old man said softly with his eyes slightly open, but in this indifferent tone, there was a hint of expectation.

Hearing this, the two turned to look at the spacious iron gate, and a thin figure slowly appeared, and the sound of subtle footsteps echoed in the dead iron tower. Mu Hao held the bloody sword, stepped into the third layer of the iron tower again, and slightly raised his eyes to look at the three iron doors that had been opened, and could feel the oppression coming from inside, "The last time!"

Mu Hao knew that as long as he killed these demon beasts, he would be able to get out of the Tower of Atonement. At the thought of being able to see the bright sunshine again, Mu Hao didn't have too much excitement, but was a little reluctant. This look fell on the eyes of Sun Shuwei and the others, and their eyes were strange.

"Shhh In the past, when these purple-eyed red snakes saw humans, they would inevitably pounce up, but at the moment there was a strange scene, these purple-eyed red snakes prostrate forward, as if they were afraid of something. On Mu Hao's body, they smelled the choking smell of blood, which was so strong that they instinctively felt afraid.

Staring at these purple-eyed red snakes, the corners of Mu Hao's mouth flashed with a bright smile, these three can be described as penances day and night, how much has his strength improved?

With a sonorous sound, Mu Hao returned the sword to the sheath, kicked his feet, dragged the afterimage straight out, and rushed towards the purple-pupiled red snake, this scene made Sun Shuwei's eyes shrink violently: "Damn, bare hands!"

Fighting dozens of purple-eyed red snakes alone is a crazy thing in itself, let alone with bare hands. At the same time, at the moment when Mu Hao swept out, outside the Tower of Atonement, several figures stood quietly in the sunset, motionless, staring at the cold and hideous iron tower, as if waiting for something.

The morning glow dyed the sky red, like a ribbon falling straight down above the nine heavens. The huge iron towers, like the hideous iron hooves of giant beasts, reach into the sky, as if they want to cut through this autumn scenery with light clouds and light winds.

In the early morning mist, Shi Qinghan stood on the fallen leaves all over the ground, his eyes as clear as ice and snow, motionless and fell on the dark and heavy iron tower, and his eyes were full of faint melancholy. This melancholy is like an autumn wind, sometimes blowing, sometimes dissipating.

Three days ago, the three law enforcers who escorted Mu Hao to the Tower of Atonement were also there. The eyes of the two young men involuntarily looked at Shi Qinghan's back, but their eyes were a little evasive, as if they were looking directly at this back, even if it was a blasphemy against her. A gust of autumn wind began to rise, rolling up the remnants of the leaves all over the ground, stirring Shi Qinghan's corners and skirt, floating like a fairy.

The middle-aged man's sword eyebrows stretched slightly, and he looked at Shi Qinghan's back thoughtfully, and then raised his eyes to look at the dark iron tower, and said softly: "There is some surprise, I originally thought that with the temperament of the young palace master, he would definitely ask those guys in the torture hall directly for an order." On the law enforcement team's side, they were even ready to bear the wrath of the young palace master. Who knew that in the past three days, the young palace master would stick to the cold peak of love, and he didn't take a step, the young palace master should care about Mu Hao very much, right, this seems to be the first time you have come forward for a person, and it is still a man!"

The two words "Mu Hao!" seem to be sharp, like the cold wind blowing from the cold winter wax moon. Shi Qinghan's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, his slender jade hand smoothed the swaying corners, and after a little silence, he said indifferently: "He and she both believe that Mu Hao can get out of the Tower of Atonement, but I still can't see why they are so convinced? As long as they are careless, Mu Hao will die in it." Shi Qinghan's voice was as clear as this bleak autumn wind, so that people couldn't hear the emotional fluctuations in it.

Although he didn't know who they were in Shi Qinghan's mouth, the middle-aged man still glanced at Shi Qinghan and said something that surprised others, "I believe it too!" The two young law enforcers reluctantly withdrew their gaze on the middle-aged man, and looked at the middle-aged man with some astonishment, the back as magnificent as a mountain.

Even Shi Qinghan took a rare look at the middle-aged man. Although he had never been in contact with this person, Shi Qinghan also knew that this person's status in the law enforcement team and even in the entire Red Void Palace was not low.

As if he didn't notice the gaze cast, the middle-aged man said to himself: "He's too calm, a little too calm." I never imagined that anyone would be so indifferent when they learned that they had been escorted to the Tower of Atonement, and even did not hesitate to step into the Tower of Atonement. However, I have figured out why he was so calm in the past few days, among the more than a thousand disciples who participated in the Immortal Tomb Peaks, only he really walked out of the Immortal Tomb Peaks. ”。

"So Lord Hai, you believe that he can get out of the Tower of Atonement instead of dying inside?" the eyes of the two enforcers widened, they really couldn't imagine that such illogical words could come from the mouth of their own adults.

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to this sentence and looked at Shi Qinghan: "I believe that they think so too!"

Hearing this, Shi Qinghan lowered his beautiful eyes and was a little silent.

"Hiss!" In the morning glow, the four figures were like standing iron towers, motionless. Compared with the dead silence here, between the Xie Shui Towers outside the gate of the Chixu Palace, the Milky Way Waterfall flows straight down, setting off a rumbling sound on the lakeside. Hi Shang Mo's eyebrows stretched slightly, the green white jade fingers plucked on the silver strings, just when the piano tone gradually became high-pitched, it stopped abruptly, and Hi Shang raised her head to look at the twilight of dusk, "Today is the third day!"