On the huge black mysterious platform, the red mango shiny light hood is like a silkworm cocoon, wrapped the upper area.
And in this layer of red mask, a black figure is a steady seated, her eyes are closed, their hands are together, their chests are ups and downs, and their noses are slow.
With the rhythm of this breathing, the heaven and earth around the figure of black, just like the water of the pouring river, poured.
There is no doubt that this black figure is Lin Xiu who intends to cultivate for two months. After a brief adjustment, he rushed into the cultivation.
It seems long for two months, but if it is now now, it cannot be short, so Lin Xiu will not waste even a slightest time.
Lin Xiu maintained this state. He practiced hard on the black Xuantai. He was like a bottomless hole. He was not refused to the outside world.
Under this devouring, the breath in Lin Xiu's body is also enhanced a little bit.
Outside Hei Xuantai, hundreds of Mu Meng disciples are also practicing seriously. The arrival of Lin Xiu seems to bring fresh life to their monotonous life. From time to time, they will pay attention to Lin Xiu.
However, their observations were blocked by the red mask mask on the outer layer of Hei Xuantai. The only thing that could be seen clearly was the black figure sitting in the center of the Taitu and motionless.
At first, they were a little curious about Lin Xiu, but with the slowly shift over time, Lin Xiu was still like a dead wood. Even a little movement did not produce a little movement.
Even after everyone was used to the existence of the red mask, Lin Xiu ignored it directly.
This is still Mu Meng. Fan Meng disciples have never paid attention to Lin Xiu at all. They did not want to waste their time on a ignorant boy.
And the boss of Fan Meng, Jiang Zheng, also practiced seriously on a black stone platform in the central government, but occasionally after the cultivation state is awake, his eyes will fall on the black Xuantai of Mu Meng as soon as possible.
After seeing the figures in black, Jiang Zheng's sharp eyes often flashed a sharp and funny eyes.
The four -star samurai is no different from the ants in his eyes.
Time is in this state, a little bit of flowing, and it has been a month in a blink of an eye. On the black Xuantai of Mu Meng, there is still no movement.
Xuanzi refining gas, Mu Meng disciple Fan Meng disciples are practicing seriously. Lin Xiu's matter is that they can no longer be small, and they have been thrown behind them.
It was just that when their eyes were swept to Heixuantai, they shook their heads calmly, and then moved away.
For a month, they failed to feel Hei Xuantai's figure, and there was any change in breath.
But did Lin Xiu really not changed?
For a month, how crazy swallowing has not changed.
"Huh, the six -star warrior seems to be a good start," At a certain time, Lin Xiu in the red mask opened his eyes, and he slowly spit out a bite of turbid air, murmuring to himself with joy.
As he expected, at this crazy absorption speed, half a month a star is his highest speed.
"There is another month, try to break through his own limit," Lin Xiu murmured, the black eyes were closed again, and those big hands were together again, sinking into the fix.
Buzzing.
For a moment, in the red mask, the rich red Yuanli, like a vortex of the water, went to Lin Xiu's crazy scroll.
This is the blocking of the red mask. If he will have been regarded as a monster by everyone for a long time, his cultivation speed will exceed many times more than many.
Dozens of times, seemingly a multiples of usual, but it is very different in cultivation. Lin Xiu's cultivation speed is too amazing.
Hei Xuantai provided Lin Xiu with an excellent cultivation environment, and Lin Xiu himself provided himself with a fast conversion medium. Under the common role of the two, Lin Xiu could achieve crazy improvement.
若是换成寻常人,黑玄台对他们来说,就是耗钱的工具,除此之外,就没有其他的作用了,因为他们平时占用的小型黑色石台,就已经满足他们的需求,让They have reached the saturation speed of cultivation, and the environment of Heixuantai will not bring more changes to them.
Lin Xiu is like a hermit in Fanchen.
Both ears are not heard outside the window, and only read the sage book.
This sentence is about Lin Xiu's state, but Lin Xiu is not reading the sages, but is practicing hard.
Tick tick.
Time is like sand, and it accidentally slipped from the fingertips.
Xuanzi gas refining is completely the same state of usual. Most of the time is practicing, and a small part of time is to resolve various contradictions and conflicts.
Of course, these contradictions are not a direct contradiction between Fan Meng and Mu Meng, but the friction between the small gangs attached to the two alliances.
The two sides also strive to grab the other party's cultivation resources through the battle between small gangs.
The boss of the two alliances do not pay attention to these, they are too lazy to ignore the small troubles below, and their time is used in cultivation.
In this state of time, it was unknowingly approaching the direction of two months, and the two disciples of Fan Meng and Mu Meng began to pay attention to the black figure that they had forgotten for a long time.
After all, two months are the time agreed before. Although they do not have much confidence in Lin Xiu, they also want to see what is unusual in Lin Xiu.
Time is gradually approaching two months. The originally calm mysterious gas refining began to be restless. The source of this restlessness was Lin Xiu's previous arrogant gambling contract.
Two months, kill Jiang Zheng.
Although it sounds ridiculous, it does not affect the bloody mood of everyone.
The outside world was in a commotion, but the black Xuantai was extremely calm. Lin Xiu was sitting on the stone platform, his eyes closed, and the fire Yuanli was absorbed madly.
Monoming, unchanged, this is; Lin Xiu's cultivation life.
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Unconsciously, the two months are coming in a hurry, and this day is the last day of the agreed.
The entire Xuanzi refined gas layer is noisy today. They have not been cultivated for a long time. They are looking at the figure of Hei Xuantai, waiting anxiously.
"Hey, do you say that Lin Xiu will be a pit, it's two months old, why don't you move at all?"
"Yeah, I haven't felt any change in his breath in the past two months,"
"Do you feel that you can't feel the breath change, or you can't feel the breath,"
"Uh, it's not as good as me that the kid's strength is not as good as me,"
"This game, hang it,"
Mu Meng disciples looked at the figure on Hei Xuantai, and couldn't help sighing. They now found that the license that day was preparing for their faces today.
If this black boy pit them, then they can slap themselves in front of Fan Meng disciple.