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I don't know how long it took, Ding Hao gradually regained his senses. Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info but the curtains are as heavy as a thousand pounds, I want to open them, but I blink hard for a long time, and I still can't open the thin eyelids.

But his sanity has recovered, and Ding Hao can already feel his body, and there is no pain in any place. The meridians of the whole body seem to be filled with mercury, or they have been roasted by fire, heavy but scorching. The dantian was empty, and there was not even a trace of true yuan.

After thinking about it calmly, Ding Hao was relieved. As long as one's Yuan Shen is not extinguished, no matter how much his body is injured and how much his True Yuan is consumed, as long as he is given time, with the characteristics of Infinite Demon Skill, it is not a problem to recover.

The only thing that puzzled Ding Hao was that he seemed to be on a warm cushion, and although his body was in extreme pain, he could still feel comfortable.

With Ding Hao's understanding of the Anti-Heaven Demon Sword, even if the Anti-Heaven Demon Sword took him away from the pursuit of the snake-headed demon, he would not settle himself so comfortably. After all, the magic sword is also a sword, not a person. These things are not something that it can do spiritually or not.

Unable to open his eyes, Ding Hao just lay stupidly, holding his breath, gradually communicating with his heart and mind with the dantian, and with the trajectory of the infinite magic skill, he tried his best to see if he could gather a trace of true yuan.

Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound of doors and windows pulling in his ears, and then Ding Hao heard the sound of two women talking in his ears.

"Xiaoling, how is he, how long will it take to wake up?" A soft and warm woman's voice first fell into Ding Hao's ear drum.

"I don't know, since half a month ago, master, you found him from the spiritual spring in the back mountain, he has always been like this. Originally, I thought that he was already dead, but how did I know that this person's vitality was like that of a cockroach. After being injured so much, half of the meridians on his body were broken, and there was no intact flesh and skin.

But I didn't expect it to be only three days. Although he didn't breathe and have a heartbeat, the wound he used gradually healed on its own, and even the broken meridians were automatically connected.

This is completely beyond my imagination, it's hard to believe that people's ** can reach such a terrifying level of tenacity, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have it anyway. I won't believe it!"

A crisp and crisp voice, like an erupting mountain spring, said a bunch of words one after another, probably said by the woman named Xiaoling.

He smiled softly in a soft voice and taught Xiao Ling a lesson: "The cultivation realm is so big that you can't imagine it. That's why we can't know a lot of wonderful things. It's not surprising that you haven't seen it!"

With a smile, Xiaoling's woman exclaimed softly: "Then master, why did you save him, is it because you were bathing when he fell into the mountain spring? I don't think you see anything, master, what do you care?"

When Xiao Ling said this, it seemed that her master was annoyed and angry, and hit her a few times with his hand, and Ding Hao heard the chuckle of this Xiao Ling woman begging for mercy in Ding Hao's ears.

Quick as a wink. The two of them got into a mess, and there were no rules that master and apprentice should abide by, but they were like two sisters of the same age.

But when Ding Hao heard this, he had already roughly figured out what had happened. Although I don't know if I was taken to the mountain spring where this woman bathed by the Demon Sword of the Heavens, one thing is certain, it was the woman who was called by Xiao Ling as a master who saved her life.

As for the whereabouts of the snakehead monster in the end. Whether it was life or death, was it killed or driven away by the masters of the Sword Demon Palace? Ding Hao didn't know anything, if he wanted to figure out the passage of time, the first thing he did was to restore his strength.

Looking at the current situation, it seems a little unrealistic to recover strength in a short period of time. But at the very least, you have to keep your eyes open. Refine the true element in the dantian a little. to maintain the normal functioning of the body.

In a daze, Ding Hao was so confused with a strong will. Constantly condense the true element.

The hard work paid off, and I don't know how long it took, Ding Hao finally felt that the dry dantian had a trace of aura fluctuating. Then, like a spark, it gradually gathered.

Ding Hao, on the other hand, endured the pain in his heart, and slowly crossed this faint true element, which was like a flame burning on a candle in the wind, inch by inch, to the meridians filled with lead. Every inch I crossed, my body trembled violently, and cold sweat soaked through the sheets against the floor, and gathered down like a trickle.

Although Ding Hao's divine consciousness was like being baked by a scorching flame, he was extremely sober, and every slightest pain was magnified tenfold because of his incomparably clear divine consciousness, and it was really like being in the eighteenth layer of purgatory, suffering from it all his life.

It is precisely because of this that Ding Hao can feel that there is a woman who has been guarding his side these days, sometimes "snapping" and patting his body, sometimes holding his arm tightly. Although he didn't say a word, he seemed to want to relieve his pain, but he was helpless.

Ding Hao knew that this woman was the woman who rescued herself and was called the master by Xiaoling.

The purgatory-like torture lasted for nearly a month, and Ding Hao trembled day and night, and he had to stop. And the meridians of the whole body, which were originally as heavy as lead and as hot as fire, were all re-penetrated by Ding Hao with a strong will and strong nerves.

If you want to slowly restore the operation of the meridians by relying on your body, if you keep waiting to recuperate, I am afraid it will take a year according to the normal situation. But Ding Hao has increased this speed by more than ten times, Ding Hao is not only cruel to others, but also to his own body.

And the Infinite Demon Skill, because of the penetration of the meridians throughout the body, can finally operate automatically. At this time, Ding Hao knew that it was only a matter of time before his body and strength recovered.

It is precisely because of this that Ding Hao fell into a deathly deep sleep under the intense physical exertion, and it took seven days to sleep like this. When Ding Hao regained consciousness, his eyes opened as a matter of course.

The first thing that caught Ding Hao's eyes was a pair of star-like eyes that were anxious, worried, hesitant and at a loss, these eyes were mixed with too much emotional information, which made Ding Hao look at it and his heart was shocked.

His skin was as white as mutton fat and jade, his face was oval like a pebble, and his broad forehead was covered with long black eyelashes. Under the tall nose bridge, there is a pair of bright red and warm jade lips, a green silk is draped around the waist, and he is wearing a navy blue dress, the whole person looks mature and wise, generous and noble.

The big watery eyes that could talk stared at Ding Hao like this, and I don't know how long it took before he smiled reservedly and said, "Are you awake?"

His face was a little dull, even the corners of Ding Hao's mouth were a little dull, he pulled his lips, Ding Hao's mouth was dry, and he said stiffly: "Wake up!"

As soon as the words fell, Ding Hao finally had time to look around.

It was an ordinary chamber with sandalwood burning from one of the stoves, and a faint fragrance filled the room. All the chairs are fuchsia, with a small square table in the middle, four small chairs on all sides of the table, and a simple tea set on the table.

And Ding Hao himself was lying on a wooden bed with a weak futon under the wooden bed, and the beautiful and noble woman sat on the edge of the bed and looked at herself calmly.

Although Ding Hao's strength is almost gone, his eyesight is still there. Just by looking at this woman a few times, Ding Hao found that the other party was also a Demon Gate cultivator, and his strength was in the early stage of distraction.

With a movement of his shoulders, Ding Hao struggled to sit up. For some reason, with the gradual improvement of strength and power, Ding Hao is no longer used to it, and looks at others from a low place.

There was a sudden pain all over his body, although the meridians had been penetrated, Ding Hao still felt the soreness and weakness inside his body, just such a slight movement, he felt that his body was falling apart.

But Ding Hao endured more painful things for a month, and this pain was no longer taken into account.

But the woman frowned, looking a little worried, and was busy leaning on Ding Hao, her slender and white Qianqian jade hand had already reached over, held Ding Hao's shoulder, and said lightly: "I'll help you!"

Then he gently supported Ding Hao's shoulder, took out a wide pillow, put it on the edge of the bed, and let Ding Hao lean on it gently. An orchid-like fragrance, as the woman approached, slowly crossed into Ding Hao's nostrils.

Looking at this woman, Ding Hao didn't know how to speak for a while. Ding Hao is not very good at getting along with women, not to mention that this woman also saved her life, although she had the heart to say thank you, but Ding Hao just couldn't say it.

After babbling for a long time, Ding Hao stiffened and said, "Where is this?"

This woman showed a smile that made a hundred flowers discolored, looked at Ding Hao curiously, and said, "This is Meng Yan Cliff, which is in the Black Cloud Mountain Range, the sphere of influence of the Sword Demon Palace. ”

Ding Hao nodded silently and said lightly: "Oh!"