Fortunately, on the blood-colored sword, there is no trace of any other monk's aura.

As long as it is cultivated into a killer weapon, such a quality, even if it is in the palace martial realm, it will inevitably die under the support.

And these are just the cases where the sacrifice is incomplete, if the cultivator cultivates strongly, and completely cultivates this blood-colored little sword, then the power that will be displayed at that time will definitely surprise everyone.

Meng Yang controlled his spiritual sense in the second sweep, but at this moment, he was not probing this blood-colored little sword, but probing Zhou Shan, who was in the middle of the second layer, sitting cross-legged on his knees refining the jade slip.

Seeing that the other party was still meditating quietly, Meng Yang's eyes flashed with a hint of decisiveness in the jade slip in his refining hand.

The little red sword in front of him, he had decided that it had to be recovered.

With this treasure, he will be able to protect himself in any situation in the future.

After staring at the blood-colored little sword for a long time, Meng Yang didn't say a word, slapped it on the storage ring with one hand and swallowed three spirit rejuvenation pills.

When the Returning Spirit Pill was dissolved, a large amount of spiritual power was surging, and Meng Yang did not hesitate, opening his mouth to spew a blue light.

When the blue light instantly enveloped the blood-colored small sword on the platform, the small sword quickly solidified.

After a few breaths, the blue light cluster surrounding the blood-colored little sword suddenly began to be absorbed under the sacrifice, and the large blue light cluster that had gathered also faded in an instant, flowing into it like a stream of water, flowing into this deep ancient well that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

Meng Yang's expression was solemn, and he calmly condensed, and summoned three more Huiling Pills to chew and swallow into his stomach.

The spiritual power lost in the dantian spirit sea became faster and faster as the blood-colored little sword was absorbed, and it actually reached the point of being uncontrollable.

He opened his mouth and sprayed again, and the speed at which the blood-colored little sword absorbed spiritual power slowed down.

Summoned five Returning Spirit Pills again and swallowing them into his abdomen, Meng Yang frowned, and simply took out all the remaining Returning Spirit Pills.

Then place it in front of you and suck it down when you need it.

The dry state faced by the dantian Linghai has also slowed down slightly, but the blood-colored little sword is still like an abyss, more like a desolate beast that has not eaten for a long time, constantly absorbing the spiritual power of Meng Yang's refining, but it does not have the slightest saturation.

Meng Yang had a lot of sweat on his forehead, his hands kept beating the law, and he pointed his fingers at the blood-colored little sword, and every time he hit the blood-colored little sword, he would tremble, and this scene was a situation that had only appeared after so long.

At the beginning, he basically didn't move at all, and let Meng Yang decide how to play, but there was no reaction.

Immediately, his hands moved faster and faster, and the spells that were shot out by the blue light full of spiritual power were almost linked into a straight line, and the frequency of the blood-colored little sword trembling became faster and faster, intensifying, until the end, without the slightest pause.

For these things, Meng Yang didn't have time to scruple about it, his spiritual sense attached to it, and he stared intently at the blood-colored little sword.

When the dantian spirit sea in his body was about to dry up, he swallowed three more spirit pills and began to continue his cultivation.

Time passed slowly, and Meng Yang, who was seriously practicing the blood-colored little sword, did not notice it at all, and Zhou Shan, who had a thorough understanding, had already ended, and when he was about to step into the three-story attic, he felt a majestic spiritual power blowing on his face.

Under contemplation, Zhou Shan's eyes flashed, and he used his spiritual power to walk down the steps.

Sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the steps, staring at Meng Yang's back in the room.

Looking at his appearance, he is preparing to protect the Dharma for Meng Yang.

Although there are only two people in the attic, and nothing else, Zhou Shan's approach must still be done.

Yu Qing, Meng Yang gave him Shou Tiancheng's storage ring, and gave her a chance to obtain the supernatural power of the water attribute, Zhou Shan had to do this, Yu Li, her soul blood was in Meng Yang's mind, and now it is inevitable that Meng Yang will shed a trace of his mind and fall into her, which makes the delay not to mention, in case of an accident, the consequences are not something she can bear.

Therefore, Zhou Shan did not dare to step into it at the moment, and his spiritual sense did not dare to sweep upward.

No matter what Meng Yang was doing at the moment, what was in the three layers, Zhou Shan didn't dare to ask more and see more.

This is also the reason why Zhou Shan, who is so lovely-looking, can be safe and sound in the East Desert Sand Plain.

When Meng Yang was done, Zhou Shan knew that Meng Yang would definitely inform her.

Time passed quickly, and he continued to practice the blood-colored little sword in Meng Yang, and there were fewer and fewer Soul Returning Pills under his feet.

From more than 80 at the beginning, there are now only more than 40 left.

In order to practice the blood-colored sword, half of the Soul Returning Pill was used.

If you do it normally, a spirit pill can restore most of the spiritual power, which shows how much spiritual power this blood-colored little sword has absorbed.

Under the scanning of the spiritual sense, Meng Yang still couldn't detect any reaction, and he had no choice but to continue refining.

When he was interrupted on the way, he didn't dare and couldn't.

After another half a pillar of incense time, at this moment, the blood-colored little sword suddenly shook violently, and under the huge shock of the blue light that surrounded it, it fell off one after another, and a touch of familiarity made Meng Yang's brows uncontrollable.

As soon as he looked at it, he saw that the Blood Shadow Sword was constantly shaking, making a buzzing sound.

The strange aura that emanated from within formed a blood-red light the moment it touched his spiritual power.

Outside of its surface, this light kept flickering, and slowly, it fused with Meng Yang's spiritual power.

This scene made Meng Yang finally breathe a sigh of relief, and under the slight movement of his heart, the blood-colored little sword disappeared in an instant.

Closing his eyes and entering the mental space, Meng Yang saw a small blood-colored sword the size of a finger, standing in the middle.

All the spiritual things around them avoided it, as if the blood-colored sword was a presence that they feared.

Sensing the deep and majestic aura like the sea on the blood-colored little sword, Meng Yang couldn't help but feel annoyed.

This is just a sacrifice, if you want to exert the power of the blood-colored sword, you need to refine it for a long time.

Otherwise, the power exerted by this blood-colored little sword is only the power of the blood-colored little sword grade weapon.

But if you want to refine it, it will be delayed for a long time, and under this retreat, time is not noticeable at all.

Now it took three days just to refine this blood-colored sword, and Meng Yang really couldn't delay it, so he had to give up.

With the disappearance of the blood-colored sword, the Dao platform also shattered and became fragments.

The huge movement on the third floor had already attracted Zhou Shan's attention.

When the movement disappeared, Zhou Shan knew that Meng Yang was almost finished.

At first, she didn't understand what Meng Yang was doing, but in the past three days, with the induction and the aura overflowing from Meng Yang's cultivation of the blood-colored sword, she had already guessed most of it, so she stood up from meditation early and welcomed Meng Yang who had left the pass.

"Congratulations, senior brother!"

Seeing Meng Yang standing with his hands in his hands, Zhou Shan smiled slightly, revealing his elegant white teeth.

Listening to Zhou Shan's congratulations, Meng Yang was not surprised, after all, every monk would experience the matter of refining and attacking treasures, and how could it not cause her to speculate when the movement was so big. If Zhou Shan asked, he felt strange.

It was precisely because of such undisguised inquiries that Meng Yang couldn't help but look at Zhou Shan twice.

"Thank you, Dharma Protector, I don't know if you can be satisfied with that exercise?"