Ding Hao looked up at the sky.

It was blue.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the space is like a trembling jelly, constantly expanding and contracting, trembling, as if there is some incomparably terrifying power, on the other side of the space barrier, or in the cosmic space far above the sky, frantically colliding and dueling.

By nightfall, the Rusty Sword and the Magic Knife were still gone.

A Blood Moon appears.

Ding Hao could only be patient, sitting on the top of the turret, absorbing the essence of the blood moon and refining his body.

At this time, Ding Hao looked at himself inwardly and was suddenly startled by the bad condition of his body.

Before the mind was all pulled by the magic knife, without careful observation, I haven't found it, at this time, I looked inside, and found that after the exhaustive training of climbing the Dota before, my body was almost exhausted, and it reached the limit of its potential.

This is a sign of total detachment.

The Xuan Qi in the body is also almost consumed, like a dry riverbed.

In the lower dantian of the abdomen and the middle of the chest, only the Xuan Qi seed, like a faint firelight, was swaying and flickering, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Ding Hao ran the [Xuan Victory Technique] and regained his strength with all his might.

Under his urging, the Hell Ice Xuan Qi Seed and the Heavenly Fire Xuan Qi Seed finally began to recover.

The dim flame of light gradually became brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, and after a quarter of an hour, the Xuan Qi seed became crystal clear, fuller and richer than before, and even faintly changed from the previous liquid state to a solid state.

When Ding Hao observed carefully, he found a crystal nucleus-like ball the size of a grain of rice in the innermost core of the two Xuan Qi seeds.

The two Xuan Qi seeds continued to differentiate into an endless amount of liquid Xuan power, like a rushing Yangtze River, roaring into the meridian channel.

The meridian passages, which had been dried up as if they were cracked riverbeds, were nourished by this more refined liquid Xuan Qi, 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 cultivation.

Ding Hao could even clearly feel that every time the Xuan Qi in his body passed through a point, it was like the Big Bang, and a planet was formed in an instant, just like the previous Xuan Qi seeds, a solid Xuan Qi nucleus the size of a grain of rice also appeared in the center of each acupoint, containing strange power.

What kind of effect does such solid-state condensation have, Ding Hao doesn't know yet.

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

When the Xuan Qi passed the last condensed acupoint, the powerful impact never stopped.

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

Almost in a single thought, the fourth acupoint [Tiantai] acupoint of the [Zu Shaoyang Sixth Sutra] was instantly impacted, and the impurities inside were simply like raging waves and sand, which were smelted in the shortest possible time, and the cultivation process that took at least a day or so to complete before was shortened countless times.

Ding Hao began to smelt this new acupoint with the technique of dotting stars.

About the time of the three pillars of incense, a stream of silver starlight bloomed from Ding Hao's body.

A strange force is transmitted.

This is a sign of the success of the new acupuncture point star.

"It's become a ......," Ding Hao was overjoyed.

This was an unexpected bonus.

According to the original calculation, it would take about half a month of accumulation and condensation to enter the realm of the Four Great Masters, but I didn't expect that climbing this Turret Peak consumed all the power in the body, and then I was stimulated by the supreme qi of the previous rusty sword and magic knife, and under several coincidences, I actually smelted the fourth acupoint of the Great Grandmaster realm in a single thought.

It can be clearly felt that after the impact has completed the fourth acupoint, the momentum of the Xuan Qi still has residual strength.

However, it is a bit difficult for this residual energy to continue to impact the fifth acupoint, Ding Hao did not choose to take risks, but to run the Xuan Qi, and continue to impact the already smooth meridian channels and acupoints, he wants to cultivate his Xuan Qi step by step into a solid foundation, the foundation of martial arts, and he must not blindly seek speed, but will embark on the evil path.

The 12 canons are further cultivated.

Ding Hao didn't stop, and immediately activated the Heavenly Fire Xuan Qi of the dantian in his chest to cultivate the Six Wonder Pulses.

It's a long practice again.

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

I don't know how much time passed, another flame light shot out from Ding Hao's chest, and a faint light ball loomed through the flesh and blood of the chest bones, surging with strange power, and it slowly converged into the body after dozens of breaths.

The Xuanqi cultivation of the dantian in the chest has finally advanced to the realm of the Four Great Masters.

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

The Xuan Qi in the body gradually calmed down, and it all operated in a fixed rhythm in their respective meridian channels and acupoints.

He slowly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, Ding Hao saw the two objects in front of him, and suddenly couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart and exclaimed.

The Rusty Sword is on the right.

The magic knife is on the left.

Float gently beside yourself.

They...... It's back!

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

The blood moon in the sky had dimmed and was about to disappear.

This means that a new day is about to come, and he has unknowingly cultivated for almost a whole night, and when the Rusty Sword and the Demon Sword will end the battle and return to the top of this Knife Tower, Ding Hao didn't even notice it in the slightest.

He turned his head to look again.

Behind him, Ji Yingqi was sleeping soundly in the inscription tent, the girl's delicate face looked quiet and beautiful under the moonlight, and the evil moon and the dolphin Meng Meng were huddled together, and they had already ended their cultivation of swallowing the essence of the blood moon, and fell asleep in a group.

It seems that they don't know about the return of the magic knife and the rusty sword.

Ding Hao stood up cautiously and observed carefully.

At this time, the rusty sword seemed to have no change from before, it was still covered with mottled rust marks, and there was no longer the earth-shattering supreme breath before, floating quietly beside Ding Hao, but if you look closely, Ding Hao found that the rust on the sword body seems to be a little more than before, but where is it, he really can't tell.

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

"Old friend, you're finally back, I'm really worried that you'll never appear again!"

Fingers caressed the blade of the rusty sword as if they were caressing the skin of a lover.

Ding Hao was overjoyed in his heart, as if he had seen another old friend, he slightly injected the Prison Ice Xuan Qi, and that familiar feeling returned, Ding Hao breathed a sigh of relief, he could be sure that as long as he injected the Xuan Qi with all his strength, he could still stimulate the supreme power in the Rusty Sword.

Putting away the rusty sword, Ding Hao's gaze fell on the magic sword.

At this time, the magic knife no longer had the fierce demonic nature that rose to the sky before, and floated gently beside Ding Hao, like a well-behaved and obedient pet, although there was no rust, and the blade was extremely smooth, but it was full of cracks, as if it was made of countless pieces of broken iron put together, and it could break at any time.

Ding Hao noticed that there were countless dense blood-colored inscriptions, all over the fragments.

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

It is neither the mainstream inscription of the Endless Continent today, nor the ancient and simple inscription, there is not the slightest power spilling out, as if it is some chaotic pattern, but if you stare at these lines carefully, your vision will be blurred, and the soul of the whole person seems to sink into the blade.

Ding Hao only took a cursory glance and didn't dare to take a closer look.

This situation reminded Ding Hao of another thing-

Ask the stone cliff in the garbage area behind the Sword Sect in the mysterious cave, the chessboard-like stone table.

That mysterious cave is the birthplace of Ding Hao's qiē adventure, in addition to the white liquid that transformed Ding Hao's body and obtained the two old monsters of Sword Ancestor and Sword Ancestor, Ding Hao found another extremely strange existence in it.

It's the stone table.

It is also covered with lines that resemble the pattern of the blade of the magic knife.

At that time, as long as Ding Hao looked at the pattern on the stone table chessboard, the whole person would be shaky and faint.

At first, he thought it was because his strength was too low, but later after Ding Hao entered the realm of the Innate Martial Sect, he thought that his cognition of the inscription was already a small grandmaster, and he had been to the mysterious stone cave many times, but every time he stared at the mysterious pattern, he still felt that his soul was swaying and his brain was dizzy.

In addition, the two old monsters of Dao Zu and Jian Zu also kept silent about this stone table chessboard, and Ding Hao vaguely understood that the mysterious pattern lines on it were actually extremely terrifying existences, and they were definitely not the mysteries that his current strength could peek into.

Now the lines on the broken blade of this magic knife give Ding Hao exactly 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 the ghost reached out and grabbed the hilt of the magic knife.

It's as if you're holding a ball of hot lava.

Other than that, there was no more reaction.

This magic knife, which had burst out with supreme power enough to compete with the rusty sword, was extremely quiet, and when it was held by Ding Hao again, there was no rejection.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Ding Hao even vaguely felt that this magic knife was like a living thing, and cheered in a low voice.

He had the opportunity to observe the magic knife so closely.

This crimson knife handle, full of duck egg thickness, covered with strange threads, I don't know what material it is made of, it feels very good, exuding extremely terrifying heat, but it makes Ding Hao feel extremely comfortable, the blade is more than 30 centimeters wide, counting the handle is about 1.5 meters long, and the whole body is red.

The only blade of the knife was extremely broken, and even the blade was cut one by one, as if it would be broken into dozens of pieces and fall to the ground at any time.