The remaining spiritual power in the valley is attached to the surface of the vegetation, plus the low temperatures and moisture in the air.

Trees and flowers are covered with frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At first glance, I look at the silver-clad, which is like a fairyland in the painting.

"Hey!" "Master."

Zi Ling and Huo Ling made up for the night feathers.

"Zi Ling? Are you okay?!" Yu Yu looked at Zi Ling to restore the prestige of the past, and his eyes flashed a touch of color.

Looking up at the ice sea, the ice sea at this moment is completely frozen, no different from the ordinary valley.

The night feathers frowned and thought about what happened before. They came out from the northern gods, and the situation in the body was extremely bad. After falling from the sky to the cliff, they lost consciousness.

"Fire Spirit, how did I come here?" Night Feather looked at the fire of the shoulder.

"The baby brought you here." In the eyes of Huo Ling, he was a little bit stunned, adding: "It’s a dragon chubby called the baby to bring you here, Shi Qing, they are waiting for the master outside."

Dragon?

The night feathers and spirits swept around, and did not find the dragon chubby figure.

"Fire spirit, what happened after you took me here?" Yu Yu urged.

Huo Ling will deal with Long Xiaopeng and Yin, and Yin will help the night feathers to heal the wounds and actively integrate into the night feathers.

There are a lot of missing places in the middle, but the general night feathers can understand.

"Go, go to the space." The night feathers licked the palm of the hand from the purple forehead, and the three figures disappeared directly.

Within the chaotic space.

The wounded Bade was on the shore and the Eudemons practiced. Long Xiaopeng was alone in the cold jade bed to "repair".

Although in the past few days, Long Xiaopeng’s eyes still looked exhausted, and he opened an ancient book in front of him. He held a small white jade bottle in his hand and poured one or two liquid medicine into his mouth from time to time.

"Long, are you okay?"

The night feathers appeared in the space with the purple spirit fire spirit, quite eager to ask Long Xiaopeng.

"Can't die." Long Xiaopeng was not cold or hot.

The night feathers are a little embarrassed on the face. "This time, thank you Dragon."

"Hey! The attack of the realm of Xuan Ling also dares to harden. If it is not your special constitution, you will die halfway." Long Xiaopeng sat up and looked at the night feathers with blame.

As for the fate of the life, the dragon chubby has not mentioned anything.

In the night, Yu Yu’s heart smiled. At that time, if he did not take the initiative to pick up the palm, the fire lotus would explode in advance, so that he estimated the direct death.

That number of spiritual nights filled with fire lotus can be clearly seen in the heart!

"Miss!" The rough voice rang in the sky, and Bud slowly fell.

Hey!

When Zi Ling saw Bud, he ran over in joy and turned into a small sly appearance to Bard.

"Zi Ling, I brought you a good thing." Bud looked at the purple eyes of the purple water, and his eyes showed a little love.

A dark brown metal appeared in the hand, and the purple spirit slammed and turned and ran away.

"Bad, is your injury okay?" The night feathers tweeted the spirit slightly, and the eyes flashed a bit of surprise.

Before Bud's repair was only the late nine-stage, in just a few months, he even broke through to the half-step Huang Ling!

It seems that Bard has some chances during this time.

"He's fine." Long Xiaopeng grabbed the words and looked at the night feathers: "What is the realm of the little girl you are now?"

When it comes to repairing, the night feathers show a bit of joy in the eyes.

"Huang Lingfeng!"

"Oh? It seems that the healing fire is good." Long Xiaopeng meditated.