Time passed slowly, the blood on Yang Zhao's wrist gradually coagulated, and the wound gradually closed.

He hadn't done anything like this, and he didn't know if there was enough blood in the scabbard, so he didn't hesitate to pick up the Void Sword and cut the wound again, even deeper, just to be on the safe side...... It hurts, but it's still within the limits of what I can bear.

If so, repeat three times.

Blood kept flowing from his wrist into the scabbard.

After a long time, he thought that it should be enough, right?

Suddenly, the scene in front of him became a little blurry.

Did you faint in blood? Why hadn't you shown it before?

After a while, he sobered up a bit, and realized that it was not fainting blood, nor was he hungry, but because there was too much blood.

The next thing to do is to inject this blood into the girl's body.

Yang Zhao tied the wound on her wrist tightly with a strip of cloth to ensure that it would not affect her movements and would not let the blood flow out again, and then walked to the side of the jumpsuit, unbuttoned the front of her clothes, revealing her white neck and smooth shoulders, the fingers of her left hand gently caressed her skin, and her right hand held the Void Sword and slowly followed.

A tremor that was no longer clear, let alone powerful, seemed extraordinarily weak, from her skin to his fingertips.

Here it is.

He took the Void Sword, pressed it against it with a slight force, and stabbed it in.

The blade of the sword sliced through the skin of the jumpsuit, slicing open her veins.

No blood spurted out, not even a single trace of blood came out, because the blood in her body was almost gone.

Yang Zhao took the scabbard and aimed it at the wound on her neck.

The consciousness moved slightly. A line of blood came out of the scabbard, more like it had been created out of nothingness.

The blood line was very thin, it seemed to be thinner than the silk, and it slowly poured into her veins.

During the whole process, he was very cautious, and his divine sense was condensed to the extreme.

There was no sound.

Only taste.

The smell of his blood gradually spread in the empty hall.

I don't know how long it took, but he withdrew his scabbard, and a chill appeared between the index finger of his right hand, and pressed it against the neck of the jumper. After a while. After confirming that her blood vessels and wounds had been sealed with tiny ice chips, she began to treat her wounds.

The wound between the wrists, which was clearly visible, even faintly visible to the bone, slowly healed, or rather, was frozen in ice.

There were still some blood stains left on the side of the wound. He remembered what Yun Piaoyao had told him when he first saw him that night. Hesitate for a moment. Raise your wrist to your lips. He began to lick it carefully, like a young beast licking milk.

At the beginning, Yun Piaoyao once told him that if he was injured and bled out, he must use this method. In this way, the smell of blood can not continue to disperse, and no matter how much water is washed, no matter how much sand is buried, or even if it is burned with a large fire, the taste will not disappear.

This was also the first time Yang Zhao tasted his own blood.

In the past, in battle, he almost vomited blood several times, and then he was forcibly swallowed, but at that time the blood was only in his throat, and at this time, the blood was on his tongue.

It turns out that his own blood is sweet.

He thought so.

The taste is really good.

It's delicious.

It's really delicious.

Would like to eat some more.

Suddenly, he woke up, covered in sweat, and then frozen into snow. He had been licking faster and harder, like a young beast greedily licking the bloody milk of his dead mother.

If he hadn't woken up quickly, he might have even licked the wound on his wrist.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

It will take a long time for a light breeze to blow.

The frozen beads of sweat on the ground slowly rolled out of the sound of bones.

He leaned wearily against the stone pillar, his face unusually pale.

Because he had shed too much blood, and because of fear.

The night Xiao Bai met him, his spirit was discharged with sweat, attracting Xiao Bai to his side, and in the mountain forest shrouded in clouds and mist, there was an unknown terrifying life peeping. Xiaobai was attracted by the blood of this divine soul, so he performed the secret technique of collecting yang and replenishing yin. From that night on, he knew that there was something abnormal in his body, not that he was sick, but that his blood was the most delicious fruit for many lives, and it was an irresistible temptation.

If there is such a strange thing in the world that makes your blood appear, you will die, and you will surely usher in a more tragic end than death.

But for some reason, Yun Piaoyao has no interest in his own blood at all, maybe to his kind of realm, except for the ascension to the immortal realm, there is nothing that can make him tempted, but is the ascension to the immortal realm really the only thought in his heart?

Yang Zhao didn't understand, but it didn't seem to be, if the clouds were soaring, he would have already soared, why should he leave the world for three thousand years, what was he waiting for?

When Yun Piaoyao said this to him, it was on the night he left the Huangquan Underground Mansion, and it took Yun Piaoyao a long time to express the meaning of this sentence clearly, because Yang Zhao was already seriously injured at that time, and it was difficult to hear Yun Piaoyao's words clearly.

He asked Yun Piaoyao why this was happening. Yun Piaoyao was silent for a long time, and told him that it was because on the night that Xiaobai met him, he had been hiding his breath, and wanted to hide all the smell that overflowed from his body.

He asked his brother why he was doing this. Yun Piaoyao was silent for a long time, and then told him that he had smelled that smell for a long time that night, and suddenly he wanted to suck his blood and eat him.

In Yang Zhao's impression, Yun Piaoyao is one of the proudest people in this world, and he is also the person who cares about him the most besides Shizun.

If Yun Piaoyao wanted to kill him, he would have died a long time ago, but if Yun Piaoyao wanted to eat him......

He thought about it for a long time, but he still felt that this matter was too terrible.

The blood flowing in the body is the delicacy that all life yearns for, for the person concerned. This is certainly not a good thing.

So he doesn't like his own blood, and he can even say he hates it, or he can say he is afraid.

Because of this mentality, he never thinks about it, and sometimes even subconsciously forgets that there is something special about his blood.

He didn't know why his blood had become so strange after he came to the cultivation realm, could it be that this was also brought by the "Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture"?

In the early morning after the clouds first appeared in front of his eyes, the blood of the spilled divine soul collected into his body, into his blood, and never let out a single trace of it. But when he found out about it. That kind of disgust and fear still stayed in the deepest part of his sea of knowledge.

When he set foot on Nandou Mountain again, he thought he was far away from that terrifying memory, and he could feel the smell of his blood seem to fade.

However, after comprehending the purple void. For the first time, he comprehended this wonderful sword intent. But he was shocked to find that he seemed to be about to return to the night when Yun Piao shook him about it.

He didn't want to go through a night like that again. I don't want to perceive the unknown peep in the clouds again.

So he became more cautious.

When he was seriously wounded in battle and wanted to vomit blood, he even risked it. It is also necessary to swallow it back as soon as possible. No matter how powerful the opponent is, he no longer dares to let himself be injured, because he is worried that he will attract the attention of others like when he met Xiaobai on the night.

Not to bleed, not to let his blood be smelled, this is something he doesn't need to think about, but holds up to the highest standard.

Even, more important than his life.

For he had always remembered the warning of the clouds.

But today in the palace of this cave, he did not heed the warnings of the clouds.

Because he wants to save people.

He looked at the sleeping jumpsuit with a satisfied smile on his face.

Because of the backlash of the witch spirit tree, her face has been a little puffy, and at this time, those swelling has obviously decreased a lot, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes have become clearer.

The most important thing is that her face, which is as pale as snow, gradually gives birth to a few traces of blood at this time.

A long way from this high mountain, there is an old temple.

If you count from the first old temple thousands of miles away, this old temple should be the ninth.

This means that it is already very close to the mountain.

The number of days is nine as the extreme, since it is derived from one, every person in the path of the monk is very clear about this matter, so in ancient times those people in the path of the monk were divided into two factions, one faction was dissatisfied with the fear of the number of days, so as to comply with the will of heaven, but the other faction was dissatisfied with the number of days, and tried to change their destiny, this is the origin of the exposition and interception of the teaching, which is also the reason for the destruction of the great catastrophe in ancient times.

Although the girl in blue and those demons outside the world sensed the problem, they had all heard the reason for the ancient destruction of the catastrophe, but they didn't dare to say it, so they stayed here and watched the mountain.

The old man who played the piano said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I would see this mountain with my own eyes in my life. ”

And the girl in blue was silent when she looked at the ancient temple that had become a ruin in front of her, but she looked at the black protrusions that were faintly visible under the sky dome in the distance.

Tens of millions of miles of asceticism, even these demons outside the world feel a little hard.

But thinking that the lives of the clothes and those humans are waiting to die in front of them, and more importantly, the end of these nine temples may be the mysterious place built by the legendary Lord in Black, what is this kind of hard work?

Suddenly, the grassland behind the old temple shook slightly, and the source of the tremor came from the depths of the vast grassland behind.

The old man playing the piano was slightly surprised, turned to look at the grassland, and said with a solemn expression: "The demon beasts seem to be a little restless. ”

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his mouth was open, but he was speechless in shock.

Those demons outside the sky also saw the vision in the starry sky, and the aura on their bodies suddenly rose to the apex that the grassland could hold.

A shadow appeared in the sky above the steppe.

The shadow was so great that it seemed to obscure half of the sky.

The shadow, moving slowly, looked like a pair of wings from afar.

The girl in blue looked at the shadow in the sky, frowned and said, "Even Tianpeng is a little crazy, what happened?"

What she didn't know was that the source of the restlessness of the grassland demon beast came from the depths of the high mountain a hundred miles away. In the palace deep in the mountains, a young human man slit his wrist, and blood was exposed to the air.

Although the smell of blood, diffused in the grassland, has faded to the extreme.

But it is still enough to make the monsters in this world have an extremely crazy desire. (To be continued......)