Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 531

[Chapter 531 The Great Master of the Four Orifices]

Ding Hao looked up at the sky.

It was blue there.

But if you look closely, you will find that the space is like a trembling jelly, constantly expanding, shrinking and shaking, as if there is some incomparably terrifying power, on the other side of the space barrier, or far above the sky. In the cosmic space, they collided and confronted frantically.

When it was night time, the rusty sword and the magic sword were still missing.

A blood moon appears.

Ding Hao could only be patient, sitting on the top of the knife tower, absorbing the essence of the blood moon, and smelting his own body.

At this time, Ding Hao looked at himself, and was suddenly shocked by his poor health.

Before, my mind was all drawn by the magic knife. I didn’t observe it carefully, and I didn’t find it. At this time, I looked inside and found that after the exhausting training of climbing the knife tower before, my physical strength was almost exhausted, reaching the limit of my potential. At this moment, when I patiently adjust my breath, I don’t feel sore and numb all over my body.

This is a sign of complete lethargy.

The profound energy in the body is almost completely consumed, like a dry riverbed.

In the dantian under the abdomen and the dantian in the chest, only the seeds of profound energy were flickering and flickering like a dim fire, as if they might be extinguished at any time.

Slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, Ding Hao used the [Xuan Victory Art] to restore his strength with all his strength.

Under his urging, the Hell Bing Profound Energy Seeds and the Heaven Fire Profound Energy Seeds finally began to recover.

The dim flame gradually became brighter, brighter and brighter. After a quarter of an hour, the seeds of profound energy became crystal clear and rounded, fuller and thicker than before, and even more intense, and actually changed from the previous liquid state to a solid state. trend.

When Ding Hao took a closer look, he found a nucleated sphere the size of a rice grain at the innermost core of the two profound energy seeds.

The two profound energy seeds continuously differentiated into endless liquid profound energy, like a galloping Yangtze River, rushing into the meridian channel with a roar.

The channels of the meridians that had been dried up like a cracked riverbed were nourished by this purer liquid profound energy, and immediately regained their previous activity, becoming wider and smoother.

This is a kind of transformation that has undergone extreme pressure, and it is much stronger than ordinary impact training.

Ding Hao could even clearly feel that every time the profound energy in his body passed through a hole, it was like a big explosion in the universe, and a planet was formed in an instant. A solid profound energy nodule the size of a grain of rice contained a strange power.

Ding Hao still didn’t know what kind of effect such solid state condensation had.

But it’s definitely not a bad thing to think about.

After the profound energy passed through the last condensed acupoint, the powerful impact never stopped.

Ding Hao simply guided this force to hit the new acupoint.

Almost in a single thought, the fourth acupoint [Tiantai] of the Sixth Meridian of Foot Shaoyang was blasted open in an instant, and the impurities inside were like raging waves rolling in sand. The inner smelting process, which previously took at least a day or so to complete, has been shortened countless times.

Ding Hao began to smelt this new acupoint with a star-pointing technique.

After about the time of the three-pillar incense, a silver starlight bloomed from Ding Hao’s body.

A strange force transmits.

This is a sign of the success of the new acupoints.

“It’s done…” Ding Hao was overjoyed.

This is an unexpected gain.

According to the original calculation, it would take about half a month to accumulate and condense to enter the realm of the great master of the four orifices. I didn’t expect that climbing this peak of the sword tower would consume all the strength in the body, and then it would be destroyed by the previous rusty sword and magic sword. The Supreme Qi stimulated, and after several coincidences, in one thought, the fourth acupoint of the Great Master Realm was smelted.

It could be clearly felt that after completing the fourth acupuncture point, the power of the profound energy still had more energy.

However, it is a bit difficult for this residual energy to continue to attack the fifth acupuncture point. Ding Hao did not choose to take risks. Instead, he used his profound energy to continue to attack the channels and acupoints of the meridians that were already smooth. Cultivation is solid, the foundation of martial arts, absolutely cannot blindly seek speed, but will embark on the evil road.

Twelve serious cultivation base goes a step further.

Ding Hao didn’t stop, immediately activated the profound energy of the sky fire in the dantian in his chest, and cultivated the six odd pulses.

Another long practice.

Ding Hao’s mind finally stopped thinking about the rusty sword and the magic sword.

I don’t know how much time passed, but another flame of light shot out from Ding Hao’s chest, and a light group loomed through the bones and flesh of the chest, surging with Qiwei’s power, and it slowly disappeared after dozens of breaths. converged into the body.

The profound energy of the dantian in the chest has finally entered the realm of the great master of the four apertures.

Ding Hao slowly withdrew from the emptiness and exhaled a turbid breath.

The movement of the profound energy in the body gradually calmed down, and they all circulated automatically in a fixed rhythm in their respective meridian channels and acupoints.

He opened his eyes slowly.

As far as he could see, Ding Hao saw the two objects in front of him, he couldn’t hold back his surprise and exclaimed.

Rusty sword is on the right.

The magic knife is on the left.

Float gently beside him.

They… are back!

Ding Haoqiang endured the shock in his heart and looked up.

The blood moon in the sky was extremely dim and was about to disappear.

This means that a new day is about to come, and he has practiced for almost a whole night without knowing it. When the rust sword and the magic sword ended their battle and returned to the top of the turret, Ding Hao did not even notice. .

He turned his head to look again.

Ji Yingqi was sleeping in the inscription tent behind her. The girl’s delicate face looked peaceful and beautiful under the moonlight. Xieyue and Dolphin Mengmeng were huddled together, and they had already ended the practice of swallowing and vomiting the essence of the Blood Moon. The group fell asleep.

It seems that they also do not know the return of the magic knife and the rusty sword.

Ding Hao stood up cautiously and observed carefully.

At this time, the rust sword seemed to have no change from the previous one. It was still covered with mottled rust marks, and no longer had the earth-shattering supreme aura. It floated quietly beside Ding Hao, but if he looked carefully, Ding Hao found There seems to be a little more rust on the blade than before, but he really couldn’t tell where it was.

Gently holding the rust sword in his hand, the familiar cold touch came.

“Old friend, you’re finally back. I’m really worried that you’ll never show up again!”

Fingers stroked the blade of the rusty sword, like a lover’s skin.

Ding Hao rejoiced in his heart, as if he had seen another old friend, he slightly injected his profound energy into the ice, and the familiar feeling returned again. Ding Hao breathed a sigh of relief. It can still stimulate the supreme power in the rusty sword.

Putting away the rusty sword, Ding Hao’s eyes fell on the magic sword.

At this time, the magic knife no longer had the fierce and magical nature that soared into the sky. It floated gently beside Ding Hao, like a well-behaved and obedient pet. Although there was no rust, the blade was extremely smooth. But it is full of cracks, as if it is assembled by countless broken iron pieces, and it may break at any time.

Ding Hao noticed that there were countless dense blood-colored inscriptions covering the fragment.

With his attainment in inscriptions, he couldn’t even tell what kind of inscription this was.

It is neither the mainstream inscription of the Endless Continent nor the ancient and simple inscription. It does not have the slightest power overflow, as if it is some messy pattern, but if you look at these lines carefully, your vision will be blurred, and the whole person’s soul, As if to sink into the blade.

Ding Hao just glanced at it roughly, and didn’t dare to observe it carefully.

This situation reminded Ding Hao of another thing——

Ask about the chessboard-like stone table in the mysterious cave of Shiya in the garbage area of Mount Jianzong.

That mysterious cave is the birthplace of all of Ding Hao’s adventures. In addition to the white liquid that transformed Ding Hao’s body and the two old monsters who obtained the sword ancestor, Ding Hao discovered another extremely strange existence in it.

It’s the stone table chessboard.

It is also covered with lines similar to the pattern of the blade of the magic knife.

At that time, as long as Ding Hao saw the pattern on the stone table chessboard, his whole body would stagger and faint.

At first, he thought it was because his strength was too low, but after Ding Hao entered the realm of Innate Wuzong, he thought that his knowledge of inscriptions was already a small master, and he went to that mysterious cave many times, but every time When I stared at the mysterious pattern once, I still felt that my soul swayed and my brain fainted.

In addition, the two old monsters, Daozu and Jianzu, did not talk about this stone table chessboard. Ding Hao only vaguely understood that the mysterious pattern lines on it were actually extremely terrifying existences, not his own today. Power can spy on the mysteries in it.

Now, the lines on the broken blade of the magic knife gave Ding Hao the same feeling as the pattern on the mysterious stone table chessboard.

“Is it the same inscription?”

Ding Hao guessed in his heart, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the magic knife.

It was as if he was holding a mass of hot magma.

Other than that, there was no response.

This magic sword, which had burst out with supreme power enough to compete with Rusty Sword before, was extremely quiet, and when it was held by Ding Hao again, there was no repelling.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or not, Ding Hao even vaguely felt that the magic knife was like a living creature, so he let out a low cheer.

Only then did he have the opportunity to observe this magic knife so closely.

This scarlet-red hilt is as thick as a duck egg and covered with strange threads. I don’t know what material it is made of. It is more than thirty centimeters wide, and the length of the handle is about one meter five, and the whole body is red.

The only blade is broken, and even the blade is broken, as if it will shatter into dozens of pieces and fall to the ground at any time.