The flying shards of light in the sky indicated that Peng Bird had been destroyed by the blood sword.

The whip swept over and whipped at An Sheng's body, and the barbs sank deep into the jade-like skin, bleeding a little warm blood, and the blood seemed to stimulate the whip's animal nature, becoming more excited, constantly absorbing An Sheng's qi and blood.

And the sharp sword body stood up and slashed towards Yin Mo and An Qing, and there was a faint excitement in the scarlet pupils.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, and it was the whip that slapped on the blade of the sword, knocking it back.

An Sheng's arms were full of dense blood holes, and he grabbed the tail of the whip in his hand, and under the swing, he once again struck the sword body of the blood sword, but this time it was unsuccessful, and the whip slipped out of An Sheng's palm like a flexible snake, and those barbs slashed, bringing up blood splashing everywhere.

The scarlet color of the pupils became more and more intense, and a gust of wind struck, and An Sheng's mouth curled slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

"My blood, how does it taste?"

An Sheng put his hands behind his back, smiled at the whip that kept swinging wildly, raised his eyebrows at the pupil on the sword's body, and said softly: "I said that if I wanted to do it to them, I would make you to ashes." ”

"Lingrong is not just to stimulate the aura in the inner dan. The real effect ......"

An Sheng stretched out his arms, looked up, took a deep breath in his mouth, and his body flashed with a bright moonlight, and the bright moon appeared close to his back, and a white light rose all around, which was dazzling and terrifying.

On the blade of the sword, those veins were covered with small white dots, which were particles of light emitted from the shadow of the bright moon, covering up the tyrannical aura and coercion.

An Sheng opened his mouth slightly, and there was a strong suction, and the blood sword trembled a few times in mid-air, and then flew down like a stream, towards An Sheng's mouth.

Those flickering blood rays were suppressed by the moonlight, the veins flickered and dimmed, and the scarlet pupils began to turn, emitting a trace of blood mist, but before those blood mist could take shape, they were sucked into An Sheng's mouth.

The whip pierced into his body, and a burst of light emanated from within, and that was the blood of Ansheng that Fang had just drawn. Guiding the whip to lead the blood sword to fly, An Sheng clasped his palms together and his eyes were blazing.

The place where it was pierced by the whip was not the slightest wound, but it was not in it. What changed was the bright moon behind An Sheng, and the white bright moon appeared with a slender black shadow, which was the reflection of the whip that had sunk into the body.

The Blood Sword struggled violently, but it still couldn't get out of An Sheng's powerful suction, and those moonlights suppressed the strong pressure of the Blood Sword, preventing it from successfully breaking free.

However, the price is also obvious, An Sheng's body has aged rapidly and at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, those bright eyes have sunken, and the original fair skin has become dull and yellow, with those wrinkled fine lines.

The fingers became crooked and bloated, the bloody holes pierced by the whip formed ugly black scars, and the stench of decay emanated, and the cardamom girl became a rickety old woman.

All of this has been transformed in such a short period of time.

An Sheng still stubbornly stiffened his body, not daring to relax at all, originally this "spiritual fusion" technique was to absorb other energy to make his body's qi, blood and aura become strong in a short period of time.

However, the breath of the blood sword was extremely aggressive, and instead of replenishing this body, it was like a tree gnawed by those disgusting insects, rapidly aging from the inside.

"It's good if they're okay... Be sure to ...... well."

The roots connected by the two meat balls were gradually decreasing, and they were retracting into Yin Mo's body one after another, and An Sheng judged that when the roots completely entered Yin Mo's body, the two should be able to wake up.

This is the reason why he insists on devouring this blood sword now, he must not let the blood sword mess at this time, if he fails to stop it and causes the two of them to be damaged, he will feel extremely guilty.

Especially... own mother......

Looking at that immature face, An Sheng recalled the figure in his mind who worked day and night, and his eyes became more determined, trying his best to control the little qi and blood power left in his body and the sea of aura in the inner dan.

He didn't have enough ability to destroy the blood sword, so he could only use this trick to ban the book and suck the blood sword into his body, but the consequences of doing so were actually not clear to An Sheng himself.

The technique of spiritual fusion can enhance one's aura by absorbing Neidan or forcibly devouring creatures that are stronger than oneself.

The former, most of which are broken by Neidan, cannot be reforged.

The latter, from the beginning of the record, are all broken and died.

"Am I going to die like this?"

An Sheng said to himself, the complex emotions in his heart were intertwined, and his mind began to mess up, there was fear of the unknown death, there was admiration for his courage to make this decision in an instant, and more importantly, there was a sense of relief......

"I don't have to take that mission anymore......"

Glancing at Yin Mo vaguely, An Sheng retracted his gaze and continued to try his best to control the blood sword into his body, now that the whip has completely entered his body, the black whip shadow that keeps swinging can be seen in the bright moon behind him, and now what he wants to devour is the scarlet pupil.

Gazing at the pupils, there was a bone-chilling coldness.

"You shouldn't mess with me. An Sheng muttered. Continuing to absorb, the pupil stared at her, not struggling violently, but was quietly absorbed into the body.

The entire blood sword was absorbed into the body, and the black shadows of the sword and whip appeared in the bright moon behind An Sheng, and it was no longer that bright white, but a terrifying blood.

A blood moon, placed behind him.

The scarlet light reflected in all directions, turning the small space red, as if it had been stained with blood with such a strange color. An Sheng felt as if his body was falling in an endless abyss, and he felt as heavy as being in the water.

Looking into the air, there was only a little root between the two meat balls left at this time, An Qing and Yin Mo were still in a coma, and they did not wake up because of those movements.

And the pit in the ground, hollowed out there, was endless darkness and nothing underneath.

"I... Am I going to die......"

I don't want to die yet, I want to live.

A smile curled up at the corner of An Sheng's mouth, full of helplessness, looking at the two people in the air, feeling the heavy pressure of his body, his legs were unconscious, he didn't feel any movement, but his vision shook violently and became blurred.

It was as if his body had been detached from his soul and he could not feel anything, but the sight he saw before the endless darkness in front of him arrived, Ansheng guessed that he might have fallen.

Falling on the quaint and dilapidated wooden plank, perhaps a little dust was shaken.

However, I can't feel all this.

"I... Have tried their best......"

The art of spiritual fusion, the body devours the blood sword.