The most difficult part of refining sputum is that the spirit fluid needs a uniform body surface, from the beginning until the last moment.

Two hours later, the white brocade star 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸

The spiritual night feathers comparable to the speed of light did not react at all, until the night feathers felt a pain in the wrist, only to return to God, realizing that the golden light hit himself.

The golden light spurs at the night feathers, with two drops of blood back into the air, into the spirit liquid

The blood melted into the spirit fluid and hovered over the head of the skull under the control of Bai Jinyi.

I don't know why, when the blood was mixed, the night feathers felt that it was a little bit angry.

When Long Xiaopeng came yawning, it was already the next day.

"Ha - Xiao Guliang, how long has passed." Long Xiaopeng wiped the tears in his eyes with a small hand, it seems that he did not wake up.

"Come on." The night feathers gently spit out two words. There was a trace of exhaustion on the face of Bai Jinyi in the air, and the momentum around the body was not as sharp as before.

In the air, the spirit of the group has been left, and only a thin layer is covered on the surface of the body. Bai Jinyi is controlling the spiritual power to infiltrate into it.

Long Xiaopeng gently nodded: "I will be relieved when I refine it. The place where I leave is no more than the outside. I can't come out inside. All the crisis depends on you."

"Well, I know." Night Feather gently nodded, this thing Long Xiaopeng told himself many times.

The smell of dragon chubby is not consistent with the farewell. Once it comes out, it may be discovered, so that the night feathers will inevitably be pursued.

Boom!

The thunderous roar sounded, and the night feathers and the dragon chubby looked up at the same time.

The refining system in the air is nearing the end, and Bai Jinyi has waved one after another, and a large starry sky is too faint, to wrap the shackles and desperately push the last layer of the spirit into the skin.

"Quickly." Long Xiaopeng’s small eyes sighed and the tone was somewhat anticipated.

The night feathers are also full of curiosity. Can a dead person really "resurrect" in this way?

In the eyes that several people were expecting, the squatting arm of the squat was moving, slowly stood up, stood in the void, and the spiritual wings began to condense on the back.

This scene makes the night feathers even more surprised.

"Longye, will you also gather spiritual wings?" Night Feather originally thought that refining was just a moving body, and now it is not as simple as thinking.

Long Xiaopang frowned: "Why don't you, you just have no self-awareness, and his consciousness is controlled by you, but the combat experience and combat skills will not be reduced. Right, he will not practice, refining is completed. What is the post-mortem, he will be this repair after that."

"What about the spiritual power in his body? If the body uses the light, what will happen." Night Feather realized a problem, many attacks are quite spiritual.

If this is a one-off, then it will be pitted!

So many Tianmu Dibao for a one-time hit, how to calculate a loss.

"He won't cultivate himself, but the body can absorb the spiritual power slowly. If the spiritual power in his body is completely exhausted, it will take about a week to recover slowly." Long Xiaopang said.

One week?

The night feathers are silently remembered in my heart. Fortunately, it is not a one-off.

"It became." The dragon chubby voice suddenly sounded, and the night feathers screamed and looked at the air.