The beating of the sword fetus is like a never-ending heart.●⌒,

The complex blood patterns, like the red poisonous insects and ants that emerged from the dust of thousands of years, wandered on Ai Hui's body. A large amount of red blood poison continued to erode Ai Hui's body, and the faint sweet fragrance spread out from him.

The power of irritability and killing is constantly produced from the gradually bloody body.

The blood patterns spread all over Ai Hui's body began to shrink rapidly, and they collapsed from all directions towards Ai Hui's eyebrows. The blood patterns became more delicate and tempting, and after a while, they turned into a circle of fine flame-shaped blood patterns, surrounding the blank eyebrows.

The blood patterns were like a thin layer of bright blood, which was desperately seeping into the middle of the eyebrows, and the fragrance on Ai Hui's body became even more intense.

The sword fetus began to beat slowly, as if it had fallen into sticky plasma.

The blood poison in the tree whiskers flows faster and continues to flow.

Ai Hui's body continued to breed new blood patterns, and these new blood patterns continued to surge into the eyebrows. Ai Hui's eyebrows were like a magnet with strong suction, attracting blood patterns to surge.

At this moment, the bandages without movement suddenly began to wander along Ai Hui's body quietly. It seemed as if an invisible hand was controlling them. One bandage was wrapped around Ai Hui's head and the other was wrapped around Ai Hui's feet. They were wrapped tightly, layered up. In a blink of an eye, Ai Hui's whole body was wrapped tightly, like a rice dumpling. What's even more strange is that every tree thorn was cleverly avoided by them.

A blood pattern just appeared in Ai Hui's right palm, and then strangely passed through Ai Hui's skin and appeared on the bandage outside his palm.

It had no idea that it continued to rush along the surface of the bandage towards Ai Hui's eyebrows.

It seems that everything is no different from just now.

When it swam to Ai Hui's elbow, its color became much darker.

The edges of the wandering blood patterns are hundreds of times thinner than their hair, like lees as small as dust, sucking their blood. The bright red and bright blood patterns gradually fade and turn gray.

The sword fetus, which was originally overwhelmed by the pressure, seemed to have smelled the breath of victory. When the blood pattern appeared on the bandage, it suddenly stopped. After a second, it began to jump, jumping at a faster frequency. The faint and bitter breath of the sword spread from Ai Hui's eyebrows.

At the same time, there is also a suction force.

The transparent light of stars flew out of the blood pattern and turned into a ray of light that penetrated into Ai Hui's body. When it penetrated into Ai Hui's body, a slight and invisible sword sounded suddenly.

The blood patterns that were originally lighter in color, even the luster became dimmer.

Every time it moves forward, the blood pattern will become a little gray. When it swims to Ai Hui's shoulders, the color has turned into ash.

The dead ashes blood patterns turned into a wisp of smoke and rose from the bandage.

Ai Hui, who was wrapped like a mummy, had wisps of gray smoke emitting all over his body.

It is different from the sweetness of blood poison. The gray light smoke is extremely smelly. When it touches the blood-red tree leaves on the treetops, the leaves wither and ash at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The continuous stream of blood poisons came, and the gray smoke surrounding Ai Hui became denser. From a distance, it looked like a gray cocoon.

The green wolf below looked up at the top, with doubts in his eyes. The changes above were far beyond what it could understand. However, the smell of the gray smoke ball made it instinctively a little afraid. What made it even more afraid was that there seemed to be some monster hidden in the gray smoke cocoon.

It took a few steps back and looked around. Seeing that there was no change around it, the uneasiness in its heart gradually dissipated. It lay on the ground again.

I don’t know how long it took, Ai Hui woke up from a daze.

He was awakened by a very strange sound, a sound he was a little unfamiliar with, but seemed to have heard it somewhere. After listening carefully for a while, he finally understood that it was a sword song, but he had never heard such a continuous sword song.

Are you dreaming?

When he was in the sword cultivator temple, he often had such dreams. He would dream of the towering Qionglou Palace, the sword cultivator who flew like a meteor on his sword, the flashing sword formation reflected in the sky with towering mountains, all kinds of novel spiritual beasts, and the flying sky and hiding the earth...

You will dream of those magical swords, those legendary flying swords, and those names that once made the whole world tremble.

He hadn't had these bizarre dreams for a long time. The carefree innocence and curiosity of the boy were always tempered and dissipated in the years and reality.

A person's mood is related to age, but it is more closely related to experience. Ai Hui has never been a fantasy age, but has experienced a life that he dare not fantasize about.

When Ai Hui heard the endless sword sound, his first reaction was that he was dreaming.

After a moment, he realized that it was not a dream.

Because he felt the beating of the sword fetus, the powerful beating, and unprecedentedly powerful. The endless sword sound came from the sword fetus and penetrated his body. He could even feel the muscles in his body, trembling gently in the sword sound.

I don’t know if it was because of the darkness in front of me, but my feelings about my body became clearer and more keener. The thin streams were like huge fish swim in his body. Every time the sword body beat, they could tremble.

Ai Hui was a little surprised, what is this?

He had never seen such a stream, and he could feel the power they contained, which was different from any power he had seen before.

Well, in fact, he had never seen any other powers, Ai Hui was a little self-deprecating.

But what he was sure of was that these amazing amounts of streams were completely different from the Yuan power he had cultivated before. Could it be a brand new Yuan power?

Ai Hui was not sure. In terms of Yuanli cultivation, he had just gotten rid of his identity as a rookie.

There are too many Yuanli in this world that he has never seen before.

Now is not the time to think about these things, you have to find a way to get out of trouble.

Ai Hui woke up, he tried to struggle, and found that he had completely lost control of his body and could not move at all.

Ai Hui was not panicked, he had encountered even more difficult situations than this.

He can definitely find a way, and he encourages himself in his heart.

He began to check his body carefully, but the more he checked his body, the more surprised he felt.

All the five palaces and eight palaces in his body were destroyed. This is not surprising. He still had the impression that what happened before he fell into a coma. The blood poison caused great damage to his body.

Are these streams of blood poison?

No, the blood poison is manic and violent, but the stream in his body is very peaceful, even more peaceful than the golden power he cultivated.

The thin stream seeps into one's body from the outside. The outside...

Only then did Ai Hui feel the bandage tightly wrapped around him. It was strange to say that his consciousness effortlessly entered the bandage.

He seemed to have entered another world, with a strong smell of blood coming towards him.

The rich and sticky blood was endless at first sight. The sea of ​​blood was extremely violent, and waves of blood suddenly rose from the ground, as if a monster hidden at the bottom of the sea stretched out its long blood tongue and licked the sky.

Blood patterns reflected in the sky, flowing like flowing water.

Every blood tongue licks the sky, and a blood waterfall composed of countless strands of blood light will be brought from the sky.

Ai Hui was so nervous that he was shaking his heart. After just one look, he felt that his mind was a little distracted and quickly calmed down.

The blood light gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, and he instinctively didn't like these blood lights.

The blood patterns in the sky are fading.

All kinds of abnormalities of blood bandage flashed through his mind, and he became increasingly sure that the blood bandage was a blood-refined object in the era of cultivation. The era of cultivation was really amazing, and he sighed in his heart. Any rag that is not good-looking and unknown is so powerful.

Witnessing the changes in the blood lines, Ai Hui finally knew where the fine flows in his body came from.

The blood bandage drew away the blood light from the blood poison, and under the action of the sword fetus, the remaining power in the blood poison was the thin streams that penetrated into Ai Hui's body.

Ai Hui suddenly felt aroused in his heart, and he remembered a word mentioned by the woman in red.

Blood Spiritual Power.

At that time, he felt that the woman in red was either lying, or the blood-spirited power was not real spiritual power. She had some fatal flaw.

What if the blood poison is really blood spiritual power?

As soon as this idea came out, Ai Hui couldn't help but think about it. The woman in red also said a word, Blood Refining.

If the blood poison is really blood spiritual power, it must be related to blood refining. Why can blood bandage absorb red blood light? Because blood bandage is also a thing of the blood refining sect, then it swallows the blood in it.

Many sword books have mentioned the method of blood refining and blood refining sects. The blood refining sect was also a side-minded sect in the era of cultivation. Many of their cultivation methods were very cruel, such as using live spirit beasts to practice, and even using living people to sacrifice. For a long time, the blood refining sect was regarded as a demon and was not tolerated by the righteous path.

The blood bandage should be the blood-related things inside the blood poison, and it smells its favorite breath.

What is left to remove blood spiritual power from blood refining?

Ai Hui's mind was shocked suddenly, and the answer was about to come out.

Spiritual power!

This answer made him stunned for a long time. He never thought that he would come up with such an incredible answer. But apart from that, he really couldn't think of other answers.

Spiritual power, that is spiritual power, which once created an extremely brilliant era of cultivation, has now disappeared without a trace.

Ai Hui suddenly became excited.

The calmness of the past disappeared at this moment. Yes, the light of the cultivation era has not been completely forgotten by people. Having spiritual power means that he can use the magical sword techniques of the Sword Book.

Ai Hui forced himself to calm down.

Yes, no matter how powerful the spiritual power is, I am still in danger.

He tried to activate the sword technique and escaped through this method, but soon he realized that he was too naive. The spiritual power in his body did react, but they could not function at all, because Ai Hui's meridians had never been trained. The cultivation system was meticulous and rigorous, with spiritual power, meridians, magic tricks, flying swords, one by one, and any missing link could not have any effect.

Ai Hui smiled bitterly in his heart, but then he returned to his peace. Well, it was the same old saying, I have experienced all the more difficult times than this, what are these?

Ai Hui calmed down and began to think about how these "spiritual powers" could work.

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