The beating of the sword fetus is like a heart that never stops.

The intricate blood lines, like red poisonous insects and ants emerging from the dust of thousands of years, swam on Ai Hui's body. A large amount of red blood poison continued to erode Ai Hui's body, and wisps of faint sweet fragrance escaped from him.

The power of irritability and killing is constantly generated from the body that gradually turns bloody.

The blood streaks that spread all over Ai Hui's body began to shrink rapidly, and they collapsed from all directions towards Ai Hui's eyebrows. The blood streaks became more delicate and delicate, ready to move, and in a few moments, they turned into a fine circle of flame-shaped blood streaks that surrounded the blank center of the eyebrows.

The blood lines were like a thin layer of bright blood, desperately seeping into the center of his eyebrows, and the fragrance on Ai Hui's body became even stronger.

The beating of the sword fetus began to slow down, as if it had fallen into viscous plasma.

The blood poison in the tree whiskers flowed faster and gurgled continuously.

Ai Hui's body continued to breed new blood lines, and these new blood lines kept pouring into the center of his eyebrows. Ai Hui's eyebrows are like a magnet with strong suction, attracting blood lines to keep coming.

At this moment, the bandage, which did not move, suddenly began to swim silently along Ai Hui's body. It was as if an invisible hand was controlling them, one bandage wrapped around Ai Hui's head and the other around Ai Hui's feet. They were very tightly wound, layer upon layer, and in the blink of an eye, Ai Hui's whole body was tightly entangled, like a zongzi. What's even more bizarre is that every tendrel is cleverly avoided by them.

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

Unaware, it continued to swell along the surface of the bandage, towards Ai Hui's eyebrows.

It seems that everything is no different than it was just now.

As it swam to Ai Hui's elbow, its color darkened.

The edges of the wandering blood streaks are a hundred times thinner than a hair, like a tiny leech like dust. Sucking its blood. Bright red and bright blood lines, the color gradually fades and becomes gray and bright.

The sword fetus, which was originally overwhelmed, seemed to smell the breath of victory. When the blood streaks appeared on the bandage, it froze, and after a second, it began to beat, beating at a faster rate, and a faint and chilling sword aura diffused from Ai Hui's eyebrows.

At the same time, there is also a suction.

Dots of transparent light. Flying out of the blood streaks, it turned into a thin ray of light and sank into Ai Hui's body. When it sank into Ai Hui's body, an imperceptible sword roar suddenly sounded.

The blood lines, which were originally just lighter in color, have become even more dull.

With each passing point, the blood streaks become a little grayer. When it swam to Ai Hui's shoulder, the color had turned to ash.

The blood streaks of dry ash turned into a wisp of smoke. Rising from the bandage.

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

Unlike the sweetness of blood poison, the gray light smoke is extremely stinky, touching the blood-red leaves of the treetops. The leaves are wilting and decaying at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A steady stream of blood poison bubbled in, and the gray smoke around Ai Hui became thicker and thicker, and from a distance, it looked like a gray cocoon.

The green wolf below looked up. There was confusion in his eyes, and the changes above him were far beyond the scope of his comprehension. But the smell of gray smoke blobs. Let it instinctively be a little afraid. What frightened it even more was the gray smoke cocoon, as if there was some kind of monster hidden.

It took a few steps back, looked around, saw that nothing had changed around it, and the uneasiness in its heart gradually dissipated, and it fell back to the ground.

I don't know how long it took for Ai Hui to wake up from the chaos.

He was awakened by a very strange voice, a voice that he was somewhat unfamiliar with, and which seemed to be heard somewhere. After listening carefully for a while, he finally understood that it was a sword sound, but he had never heard a continuous sword sound like this.

Is it dreaming?

When he was in the Sword Cultivation Dojo, he often dreamed of such dreams, he would dream of the towering Qionglou Palace, he would dream of the sword cultivation that flew like a meteor, he would dream of the flashing sword array reflected in the sky of the towering mountains, he would dream of all kinds of novel spirit beasts, and he would dream of flying to the sky......

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

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

A person's state of mind is related to age, but it is more closely related to experience. Ai Hui has never lived the age of love fantasy, but he has experienced a life that he does not dare to fantasize.

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

After a moment, he reacted, not a dream.

Because he felt the beating of the sword fetus, a powerful beat, more powerful than ever. The endless sound of the sword came from the sword fetus, penetrating his body, and he could even feel the muscles of his whole body trembling gently in the sound of the sword.

I don't know if it's because of the darkness in front of me, but my feelings about my body are becoming clearer and sharper. The wisps of the stream, like a huge school of fish, swam inside him. Every beating of the sword fetus causes them to tremble.

Ai Hui was a little surprised, what is this?

He had never seen such a trickle, and he could feel the power they contained, a power unlike anything he had seen before.

Well, in fact, he hadn't seen any other powers, and Ai Hui was a little self-deprecating.

But what he could be sure of was that these astonishing amounts of trickles were completely different from the Yuan Power he had cultivated before. Is it a new kind of Yuan Force?

Ai Hui wasn't quite sure, in terms of Yuan Force cultivation, he had just gotten rid of his rookie status.

There were too many Yuan Li in this world that he hadn't seen.

Now is not the time to think about this, you have to find a way out of it.

Ai Hui came to his senses, he tried to struggle, and found that he was completely out of control of his body, and his body could not move a bit.

Ai Hui didn't panic, he had encountered more difficult situations than this.

There must be a way, he encouraged himself in his heart.

He began to examine his body carefully, but the more he examined it, the more surprised he became.

The five mansions and eight palaces in his body were all destroyed, which was not surprising, he still had an impression of what happened before he fell into a coma, and the blood poison had a huge damage to his body.

Could it be that these trickles are blood poison?

No, the blood poison is manic and violent. The trickle in his body was very peaceful, even more peaceful than the Jin Yuan Force he had cultivated.

A trickle is a trickle that seeps into one's body from the outside, and the outside ......

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

He seemed to have entered another world, and the strong smell of blood rushed towards him.

Thick and sticky blood, with no end in sight. The sea of blood was extremely violent, and waves of blood suddenly rose from the ground. It was as if the monster hidden at the bottom of the sea stretched out its long bloody tongue and licked the sky.

The sky was reflected in the bloodlines, flowing like flowing water.

Every bloody tongue licking the sky, a blood waterfall composed of countless wisps of blood light will be pulled from the sky.

Ai Hui's heart palpitated, and after just one glance, he felt that his mind was a little sluggish, and he hurriedly reined in his mind.

The blood light made him feel very uncomfortable, and he instinctively didn't like it.

The blood streaks in the sky are fading.

All sorts of abnormalities flashed through his mind with blood bandages. He became more and more sure that the blood bandage was the blood refining thing of the Xiuzhen era. The Xiuzhen era is really powerful, he sighed in his heart, any rag that is not good-looking and little-known has such divine might.

Witness the change of blood streaks. Ai Hui finally knew where those trickles in his body came from.

The blood bandage drained the blood light from the blood poison, and under the action of the sword fetus, the remaining power in the blood poison. It's those trickles that don't enter Ai Hui's body.

Ai Hui's heart suddenly moved, and he remembered a word that the woman in red had mentioned.

Blood Spiritual Power.

At that time, he thought that the woman in red was either lying. Either the blood spiritual power is not the real spiritual power, and it has some kind of fatal flaw.

What if blood poison is really blood spiritual power?

As soon as this idea popped up, Ai Hui couldn't help but follow it. The woman in red also said one word, blood refining.

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

There are many sword canons that have mentioned the method of blood refining and the blood refining sect, and the blood refining sect was also a sideshow in the era of cultivation, and many of their cultivation methods were very cruel, such as using live spirit beasts to cultivate, and even more extreme even using living people to sacrifice. For a long time, the Blood Refining Sect was regarded as a demonic path and was not tolerated by the righteous path.

The blood bandage was supposed to be the blood-related stuff in the blood poison, and it smelled its favorite breath.

What is left of the blood spirit power after removing the blood refining related?

Ai Hui's heart shook suddenly, and the answer was about to come out.

Spiritual power!

This answer stunned him for a while, he could never have imagined that he would come up with such an unbelievable answer. But he couldn't think of any other answer.

Spiritual power, that's spiritual power, the spiritual power that once created an incomparably brilliant era of cultivation has long since dissipated without a trace.

Ai Hui suddenly became excited.

The calmness of the past is gone at this moment. Yes, the light of the Xiuzhen era has not been completely forgotten by people. Possessing spiritual power means that he can use those magical sword techniques of the Sword Codex.

Ai Hui forced himself to calm down.

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

He tried to push the sword trick to get out of trouble like this, but soon he realized that he was too naïve. The spiritual power in the body did react, but they couldn't function at all, because Ai Hui's meridians had never been exercised. The system of cultivation is meticulous and rigorous, spiritual power, meridians, magic techniques, and flying swords, one link after another, and the absence of any link cannot have an effect.

Ai Hui smiled bitterly in his heart, but then he regained his composure, okay, it's still the old saying, I've experienced more difficult moments than this, what are these?

Ai Hui, who calmed down, began to think about how these "spiritual powers" could play a role.

PS: I'm back after the New Year! (To be continued.) )