When the two half-saints joined forces, they were able to kill a seemingly insignificant guy on the other side, but this was only the least important organ in the human body, and in comparison, its strength was the weakest.
Only then did Lin Su realize the seriousness of the matter. This disgusting thing was much more troublesome than expected.
But at this moment, he couldn't do anything with them, until in the crowd, a bad guy in the early stage of Yuan Zun was killed on the spot. The way of death was extremely cruel, and it was a scene that was simply unbearable to watch.
When it fell into Lin Su's eyes, it was as if a needle had been inserted into his heart. Incomparable piercing pain instantly filled his mind, as if the other person's blood had been spilled on his body and his eyes were red.
This breath once again demonstrated the dominance of the weak to the extreme.
At this moment, it is nothing more than this. Most people are at a disadvantage, and it is only a matter of time before they are killed by mistake.
There was no need for the generals, Yang Sui, and others to remind him. Lin Su naturally knew this, and when he was fighting fiercely with the dark blood, he looked even more ferocious.
Since the opponent is blood, use blood to restrain yourself!
Or he had a certain degree of confidence in the control of blood. At this time, Yang Sui played a key role, and he directly taught Lin Su without hesitation. It seemed that the two of them had a tacit understanding as one.
When controlling according to Yang Sui's method, Lin Su didn't encounter much trouble. Everything seemed to go smoothly. However, perhaps because of his violent mood, after using it immediately, the killing intent was visible to the naked eye.
After the blood in the body boiled, it converged from the heart to the edge of the fist. The palm of the hand glowed red, like water droplets about to leak out, entangled between Lin Su's five fingers.
This was Lin Su's first time to experience the mysterious feeling at the moment, but it was only a small part of the blood technique. According to Yang Sui, when this palm appeared, he seemed to have established a connection with the blood in front of him. .
And this kind of connection also allowed him to find an effective way to kill him, but he also realized how terrifying the opponent's strength was. If he followed the previous killing move, he might not be able to kill him in his lifetime.
As the golden light on the fingertips of the five fingers returned, wisps of boiling smoke floated, facing the oncoming stream of blood, this blow was shot suddenly.
What Lin Su didn't know was that the current blood offensive did not come from Yang Sui himself, but from the old man behind him. Even Yang Sui himself was not qualified to learn it.
At this moment, he was keenly observing the subtle changes in the overall blood. It was true that this blow was too closely related to the realm. The lethality that Yuan Zunqi could display was completely beyond his ability to understand.
When the two sides touched, Lin Su felt that the blow was like a penetration, as if it had caught the opponent's lifeline and effectively inflicted damage to the opponent. The corrosive sound that pierced the heart could be heard again.
In front of his eyes, this piece of red blood was like a canvas, swaying crazily, and at the same time trying to quickly counterattack Lin Su, the two sides seemed to be in a stalemate.
When the blood in the body was transformed into a blood spell offensive, its lethality increased violently in an instant, and then reached a level that surprised Lin Su. The curtain-like dark blood in front of him seemed to be burned through.
A hole appeared in the center, and then it spread to the surrounding areas as if it was burned.
This made Lin Su a little excited, but also a little anxious, because at this moment, what he wanted was to devour the opponent's blood. After all, it was left by a strong man in the imperial realm. Even if he had been dead for many years, if he could absorb all of it, It is not without help for my own cultivation.
After the golden light of the ethereal magic flashed by, it continued to wrap around the dying blood like a thread. Although not much could be swallowed, Lin Su still felt the blood being absorbed bit by bit while absorbing it.
The lifeless energy like dead wood suddenly penetrated through the skin and quickly entered his body. Even if the blood had been dead for many years, the heavy feeling of this breath still caught Lin Su off guard. It was like a vast starry sky falling from his head, hitting him instantly. Danhai.
It seemed like there was only a drop of blood, but it expanded to the entire body in an instant, as if it was trying to forcefully occupy his body. It washed away in an instant, directly covering up his boiling blood.
Two different bloods fought instantly in his body!
Looking at the blood that continued to pass away like a curtain, even if he could only swallow a drop, it still made Lin Su feel anxious. His whole body seemed to be frozen in place, and his originally light footsteps felt as heavy as lead.
"You are a real tiger!" Yang Sui was dumbfounded. Did Lin Su really dare to swallow anything? Didn't he think about the consequences? How can the blood of the Imperial Realm be so easy to refine?
At this time, even the old man Yang Suiyu Perry was silent. The blood technique he taught Lin Su was not meant for him to use like this! What did Yuan Zun think about his mid-term cultivation?
At this moment, even others who were in the midst of the anxious battle noticed Lin Su's changes. When he looked at Lin Su intently again, the latter was covered in hot sweat, and hot smoke kept rising, even in the void. The temperature was also forcibly raised to a hanging rail level.
One scarlet eye looked extremely ferocious, and the entire body changed from white and light yellow to blood-red in the blink of an eye. At this moment, it looked more like a liquid god of war that could melt at any time, including its arms and other parts.
The arms hanging down seemed to have turned into a flowing liquid, with scarlet blood-like water stains wrapped around the fingertips, as if they would drip to the ground at any time.
At this moment, Lin Su felt as if his body was immersed in a hot pot. The spicy pleasure was all over his body. His whole body felt like countless ants rolling and scurrying around, and countless strands of liquid seemed to be swimming on his skin.
The power generated by that drop of blood made Lin Su never expect that even the most powerful boiling blood could not easily suppress it. It was as if the blood was suppressed by it.
"Suppress it with your heart!" The general reminded him.
This heart will produce a drop of blood every year, which may be more domineering than Lin Su's own body, but if he can completely integrate and refine it, it will also make his own strength rise rapidly.
At this time, it is not impossible to use the pressure of this heart to control that drop of blood. After all, the bad handsome guy is still quite good.
Perhaps it came from the general's idea, but Lin Su also adopted it. At this moment, he was basically treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. As he concentrated his energy, his heart suddenly beat violently, and he seemed to make another move, directly killing this person. The interior of the body is its dominion.
Wherever the power of the heart reaches, it directly reaches the level of controlling the field. That drop of unfamiliar blood, which was originally in the midst of rage, suddenly trembled and was suppressed almost instantly.
Then it was peeled off from the inner wall, like a crystal clear blood-colored gem, but it exuded a charming brilliance and a ferocious intimidation, and the next breath was directed towards the heart.
This breath seemed to have found a new target, and in Lin Su's body, the most powerful organ was undoubtedly this pink heart. If it was inhabited by the other party, it would be equivalent to being occupied by the body.
It's just that Lin Su and this drop of blood underestimated the strength of this heart. It jumped like a mountain hitting the lake and the sea. The invisible aura also made the drop of blood tremble constantly and could collapse at any time.
At this breath, Lin Su felt a sound in his ears, like a baby's cry or the roar of an old man. As the sound got closer and closer, he was sure that it came from that drop of blood.
The unwillingness in the music became more and more obvious, as if it wanted Lin Su to hear its roar, but in the next breath, when the power of the heart swept through, wisps of monstrous light were covered with Korean blood, It was swallowed up and fused in the blink of an eye.
This drop of blood directly became a part of Lin Su's body at this moment. Even if it was violent before, it now became as pitiful as a sheep under the control of this heart.
At the moment, even if it is suppressed, Lin Su's condition has not improved from the outside. It seems that it has been maintained in this state, and even his cultivation has become extremely unstable, as if he is jumping up and down crazily. With.
But at this time, everyone else around him was also struggling. Even if they had the intention to come forward to help, they were blocked by the strange organs. At the moment, Lin Su could only rely on himself.
At this moment, the latter only felt the heat in his body, spreading inside like a sun disk, but upon closer inspection, he found that the source of all the irritability was within that heart.
Looking through it with consciousness, there is a clear and obvious drop of blood above the pink heart, which is being paid to it.
"I am Liao Fan, who are you?"
A sound of nothingness came to Lin Su's mind again.
This sound was like a heavy hammer, making him tremble again.
"Liao Fan?" Lin Su was a little surprised, but he clearly sensed that the melody came from the drop of blood. As he spoke, the color became noticeably brighter.
But when Lin Su wanted to respond, countless thoughts came to him instantly. Did this drop of blood come from Mortal? Does this mean...
When he looked at the white corpse in the distance, an unknown premonition suddenly surged into his heart.
"Are you Liao Fan? How do you prove that you are Liao Fan?" Lin Su tried to communicate with him with a ray of consciousness.
But obviously, he was a little disappointed next, because this awareness was only fleeting, and the other party did not respond to him, which meant that even if communication was possible now, it was not in time.
Even if the other party is really a mortal, he was the person he was thousands of years ago. As for how much information can be obtained, it depends on how much he is willing to keep at that time.
Lin Su also breathed out hot breath heavily, and the hot smoke instantly burned the ground into nothingness.
Above the heart, the drop of blood no longer responded in any way, but seemed to be constantly merging with it under the pressure of the former.
And during a certain breath, Lin Su felt something, as if there was an extra person's consciousness, gradually growing in his body, and it would take on its original appearance at any time.
