The treasure is bright, the glory is wanton, there is a Peng bird spread its wings, covering the sky and the sun, knocking a group of forms away, under the loud howl, the sharp claws swim and shuttle, bringing up a splash of blood.

The outline of the bright moon's phantom gradually became deeper, and the uneven potholes on it were carved with wonderful runes one after another, giving birth to brilliant brilliance along the complex lines.

The blood mist swept through, like a huge palm mercilessly slapping away, sweeping away all the forms that rushed forward, and those bodies immediately cracked like vessels falling from a height.

Yin Ziqing's palm was clenched, and those strange blood-colored mist slowly condensed, turning into a palm, grabbing one of the shapes of an old man with a stiff body.

The bald head, which had few hairs, was now deflated like a withered bud, and there were patches of black and yellow unevenly distributed on it.

"Can't this thing be killed?"

An Sheng swept out a blade formed by moonlight again, cutting several forms in half, but those roots seemed to be tireless and endless, and drilled out again, repairing the damaged bodies of the shapes.

"It doesn't look like it's going to change on the outside, but they don't last long. ”

Yin Ziqing moved lightly and brought the old man who was caught by the blood mist to his side.

The wriggling dark red blood clot in the old man's chest, as if it was alive, felt the danger, and was slowly moving backwards.

"Then I'll beat them to death slowly. ”

After hearing Yin Ziqing's words, An Sheng let go of the worries in his heart, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

With a flick of his arms, the treasure glowed, and the winged bird in the air also swooped down quickly, and in the dark night, like a comet, it slammed into the area where the shapes gathered.

The ground shook violently, the dust flew up again, and the huge peng bird turned into bits of light and dissipated, turning into nothingness.

All the struck forms exploded, flesh splattered everywhere, and the sky began to rain with minced flesh.

The bright moon behind An Sheng trembled slightly, the moonlight condensed, and the light slowed down like flowing water, enveloping the frightened pale wolf next to a broken tree.

"I'm scared to death...... wolf said sharply, patting his chest, thinking that his life was in danger again......

No, it's not my body either.

Forget it, now I'm using it and it's mine.

Wolf Li thought for a moment, and immediately thought clearly, and looked at the moving black shadow in the dust and fog with a strange look.

"Ahh I forgot that I couldn't break that thing......"

An Sheng muttered quietly, and touched the sparse pieces of flesh with his feet, but instead of wriggling as before, he suddenly withered down like a flower, and formed a gray-white stone.

"There's still a ...... there"

An Sheng muttered, lightly on the ground, and jumped forward, looking at the wriggling piece of flesh on the ground, about the size of a fist, dark red, with bulging purple veins on it, like the green tendons of the human body.

The blood-colored whiskers came out again, but they were weaker, much shorter than before, pushing the flesh through the ground like tentacles.

"How's it going?"

Wolf Li, who had been watching the play on the side, stood up and leaned to the side, looking at these wriggling pieces of meat very curiously, and was amazed.

"Where's the one in your hand?"

An Sheng looked at the fist-sized sphere in Yin Ziqing's hand, surrounded by a layer of blood-colored mist.

Yin Ziqing shook his palm lightly, the mist dissipated, and the things in it revealed their original appearance.

It was a ball-shaped object the size of a fist, with purple veins bulging like green tendons, extremely hideous, like a human heart beating in bursts at this time, still with vigorous vitality constantly surging out.

"Is that what you have inside of you?"

An Sheng showed a look of disgust, walked behind Yin Ziqing, gently and carefully touched the raised blood clot and said.

Yin Ziqing held the piece of meat in his palm, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't know very well, why don't you dig out that thing on my back and take a look?"

"Really?"

An Sheng's eyes were shining, and he looked extremely excited, biting his lips lightly, smiling, and rubbing his little hands nervously and eager to try.

Wolf Li ran over at this time, bent over, put his hands on his knees to support, panted, wiped the warm liquid from his nose with his sleeve, and said in a rough voice: "Slow, you look at this piece of meat......"

The eyes of the two of them moved away from the wolf's body and fell on the piece of meat, only to see that the blood-colored flesh ball with a hideous appearance and bulging veins was slowly wriggling, and the scarlet flesh and blood were twisted together, and a face was slowly born.

Yin Ziqing remained silent, and several one-inch-wide roots suddenly drilled out of the blood clots on his back, and then straightened up, like a spear made of blood-colored cold iron, and stabbed towards the meat ball.

An Sheng drank lightly, his palms were closed, and a stream of air rose from his body, blooming like a flower, sweeping up the dust in all directions.

The treasure light flows, the divine power is slowly coming, the moonlight is shining, and the ground is like a mirror.

A beam of light burst out of the ground, enveloping several people.

The wolf quickly stepped away, leaped onto a thick branch, stared warily at the ball of flesh, and burrowed itself into the hollow inside the trunk.

And the ball of meat agitated even more violently, and suddenly released a blood-red mist gushing out, which instantly spread in all directions, enveloping this piece.

The sound of shattering sounded at this time, as if thousands of insects were rubbing against the ground and wriggling forward.

An Sheng handed, the void lifted, and the air flow swept from all sides and turned into a pillar into the sky, bringing up the blood-colored mist, like a blood-red dragon full of tyrannical aura.

Yin Ziqing looked at his empty palms, his eyes gradually became cold, his eyes closed slightly, he exhaled softly, and his hands gradually clenched into fists.

In front of the two of them, a huge black shadow revealed its true face after the mist dissipated, and the blood-colored flesh was slowly wriggling, driving the minced flesh everywhere to knot together.

The pieces of flesh were slowly kneaded into the shape of a head, and the distorted face on it gradually became clear, it was the appearance of an ugly man with bared teeth and grinning, with several thin roots attached to it, and he was staring at An Sheng and Yin Ziqing tightly with resentful eyes.

The wolf slipped into it silently a little more, leaving only half of his head and the fingers on the edge of the hole The tongue slowly became dry, and he calmly looked at the monster formed by the meat ball.