Chapter 417

With the help of Ding Hao, Yin Biao takes the broken mirror pill to elevate his cultivation to the Taiyin realm. After a turn, he has a glimmer of hope and expectation for the competition of Wufeng martial arts in a few months. Originally, taking part in Wufeng martial arts with his innate peak cultivation is just soy sauce, but now he has some confidence.

"Now you can consolidate your accomplishments. Only by making good achievements in the five martial arts can you get enough resources from the sect to help you grow up in the future." Ding Hao said slowly.

"Thank you for your help." Yin Biao showed gratitude in his eyes and said.

Ding Hao took out five thousand spirit stones from the storage ring and handed them to Yin Biao. Yin Biao's face was moved. Seeing these spirit stones, his eyes lit up. He shook his head and said, "don't give me so many spirit stones. Keep them for yourself."

Ding Hao's mouth slightly up, said with a smile: "do you still worry that I don't have a spirit stone, you take it."

Yin Biao looks at Ding Hao's meaningful eyes and takes a deep breath. Sure enough, Ding Hao's storage ring is not at the bottom, and the inside information is even comparable to that of some small and medium-sized families.

From the beginning to the end, Yin Biao didn't see through Ding Hao's details. He was full of mystery, but Yin Biao didn't care.

After Ding Hao returned to the inner Pavilion, he sat cross legged on the bed and began to practice. Today's battle is quite experienced for Ding Hao. If Xiong Wei didn't use summoning, he would not have been able to defeat him.

Ding Hao's eyes closed and his consciousness explored his own meridians. There was a purple air mass in the Dantian field, which was spinning and blooming with rich light. Countless real Qi silk gathered in this direction, and the air mass became larger and larger, gradually condensing a drop of purple liquid.

The aura of heaven and earth around him is also rapidly gathering in this direction. Ding Hao's head appears a mass of yellow air, just like the whirlpool of a nebula. People can see at a glance that they are deeply immersed in it, fascinated by its mystery and power.

These auras turn into a stream of air into his body and flow through the meridians into his Dantian.

At this moment, Ding Hao felt as if he was in the universe between the stars, his feet on the stars, his eyes staring at the endless black and white world ahead, this is the universe, a place full of yearning and fear.

"Whether the universe created man or man created the universe." Ding Hao's eyes twinkled with light, and his eyes were reflective. His face was reflective and he said to himself.

As time goes by, day after day, year after year, Ding Hao wanders in the universe and travels to many planets, but no one can see him. His concept of the universe is getting deeper and deeper, and his spiritual power is gradually enhanced.

In the twinkling of an eye, thirty thousand years later, Ding Hao witnessed the rise and decline of some planets, the destruction of the planets and the good and evil of human nature. He was just a passer-by, just a passing cloud in a hurry for several years.

Ding Hao's eyes narrowed, and the color of his eyes gradually turned purple. When he returned to the Apocalypse plane, he saw himself sitting cross legged on the bed, and then leaped over to attach himself.

Ding Hao's whole body trembled, his eyes suddenly opened, a light burst out, his whole body released a strong breath, and his strong spirit scattered around.

The disciples of the nearby inner gate Pavilion woke up from their cultivation and looked up in the direction of releasing the breath.

"This spiritual force is so powerful. Who broke through it? Is it elder martial brother?" Someone's face showed the color of doubt and said in a deep voice.

"The external mental power can affect my practice. This person's strength has far surpassed me. Is there a master hidden in the inner door, who had been hiding his talents before, and didn't plan to show his talent until he went to that place?" An angular young man in white frowned and said slowly.

Facing the young man in white is a gentle young man in green. With a faint smile, the young man in Green said, "elder martial brother, don't you always feel bored to stay in the inner door? Shouldn't you be happy to have such a competitor?"

The young man in white showed a helpless smile on his face and said, "Dailin, if that man is equal to my strength, then I'm full of fighting spirit. But you also feel this breath. My mental power has reached the beginning of the fifth turn of the lunar calendar. Do you think I still have the power of the first war? I still have self-knowledge."

"Elder martial brother, we have been in the inner gate for such a long time, and all the potential and powerful disciples know that maybe an elder is breaking through here. Even if this one is our inner gate disciple, that's good news for us. With such strong team members in that place, we are not like fish in water, and we are more relaxed in it." Qingyi youth light said.

The eyes of the young man in white coagulated, and he took a deep look at the young man in green. He said slowly, "you're right. They all say that I'm the first person in the inner gate, but I don't care about the false name. If anyone is stronger, take it. Everything is based on the interests of the clan. The Lord is very kind to me. I will surely repay the kindness of the clan to the death."

In a pavilion in the inner gate, Ding Hao regained his mental power and put his eyes into his mind. His eyes burst out with a light and murmured: "the second turn of Taiyin."

Although 30 thousand years have passed since he felt strange, only one hour has passed in reality. Ding Hao's heart is shocked and his eyes show incredible eyes.

Ding Hao quickly got up and went to his backyard and began to practice basic magic. In this practice, Ding Hao found that he had a deeper understanding of magic and could practice it more easily.

As time goes on, Ding Hao once again mastered hundreds of magic, and then returned to his room, lying in bed and sleeping.

In the early morning of the next day, many disciples got up in the first ray of sunlight and began to practice. Some went to the lecture hall, some to the magic hall, and some to the library.

As Mr. Lin no longer guards the library, each peak selects an elder to guard the five libraries. Although the disciples find that the guards of the library have changed, they don't care. After all, even in the library, Mr. Lin is sleeping all the time, which is a humble existence.

When Ding Hao was still in a daze, suddenly a voice came to Ding Hao's ears.

"Ding Hao, come to Qingfengge, Qingniao peak. I'm xiamu, the patriarch."

Ding Hao's ears moved slightly when he heard the sound. Everyone was angry to get up. When he heard someone shouting at him in the early morning, he still used condensate to transmit his voice. He wanted to scold him, but he trembled all over.

"Xia... Xia mu, suzerain?" Ding Hao was slightly stunned, suddenly recovered, opened his sleepy eyes, and quickly got up to wash.

After washing up in a hurry, Ding Hao left for Qingfengge. He was puzzled and murmured, "what's the matter with the Lord looking for me?"