Hey.

The blood ball that was constantly condensed suddenly rolled, and the face disappeared.

The strangeness of the heart disappeared, and the night feathers sighed with relief and whispered: "Long Ye, what is that?"

"Well? What?"

The dragon chubby tone is a little surprised.

"You didn't see it?" The night feathers looked at the dragon and chubby.

Long Xiaopeng also realized that the situation was wrong, looked up and looked at the night feathers: "What did you find!"

"A face." Night Yu is very sure of the response.

"Really?" Dragon chubby tone is a bit low.

"Well, there must be! He, his eyes are very special, the feeling of that moment, it seems that he is watching me, a kind of gaze without any feelings." Night Yu recalled.

Long Xiaopang did not answer, suddenly pulled up the night feathers, arms and sleeves.

"Sure enough!"

Looking at the situation of the night feathers on the arm, the dragon's eyes are a little clear.

Night Feather looked at his arm and his eyes were full of surprises. "What happened to these magic lines? How could she appear on her own?"

On Yurun's skin, the red ** pattern is quickly retiring. If it is not for Long Xiaopeng to help the night feathers to lift up the sleeves, it is estimated that these magic lines will disappear in half a minute.

"The face you just saw should be the big man in the devil world. Your physique has caught his attention." Long Xiaopeng guessed.

"Why do these magic lines appear automatically?" The night feathers frowned slightly.

"This is something that people have, but now you can use it. It is a blessing or a curse. See your creation..."

The dragon chubby voice was a bit weak, and his eyes turned to look at the air.

When the two talked, the blood cells in the air had already concentrated to the size of the watermelon. The eight blood columns were already a lot thinner, and it seems that the poisoning is nearing the end.

The night feathers looked up at the **** changes, and the face disappeared after it flashed.

The size of the watermelon is constantly concentrated, and the volume of the eye is reduced by half. The eight blood columns around it have disappeared.

Night Feather uses the spirit to explore eight medicine tripods. Only the golden flame in the tripod is quietly burning, and the red liquid has completely disappeared.

Call - call -

There was a sudden wind in the stone room.

The night feathers stunned and shuddered, as if the wind could blow into the bone marrow.

what happened?

The night feathers are tight, and the subconscious mind works to protect the meridians.

In the stone room, as the yin wind blew, the pungent **** suffocation began to condense.

The red mist swirls around the blood cell, like a whirlpool.

The scene in front of the scene has already made Long Xiaopeng hold his breath, expecting many moments to finally come!

As the vortex turns faster and faster, the blood stasis in the stone chamber decays rapidly, and the blood cells in the midair are no longer liquid and begin to solidify.

Two minutes later, the **** gas in the stone room disappeared, and the red vortex in the air disappeared.

Hey!

A red mangling fell from the sky and seemed to fall into the tripod.

Long Xiaopeng was shocked and hurriedly urged the night feathers: "Little girl, fast!"

The night feathers move and the whole person turns into a figure.

In a blink of an eye, the night feathers came to the top of the medicine tripod, and a group of spirits revealed, directly grasping the red mans in the palm.

A dark purple flash, the night feathers instantly returned to the dragon chubby.

Stretching out the jade hand, under the parcel of spiritual power, is a **** jade!

Long Xiaopang and Yu Yuying looked at the jade at the same time, and the faint **** suffocation blew into the nose of the two.

Long Xiaopeng looked up and saw a burst of joy in his eyes. He was excited: "It is Jiuhua Blood Jade!"