Hey, hey.

The cracking sound is getting denser and denser, dozens of fine cracks have appeared at the edge of the jar, and the cracks are gradually spreading down.

Standing next to the jar, Long Xiaopeng, who constantly wrote inscriptions on the water, turned a blind eye to this scene, as if he had never heard it.

The white fingers are still quickly sketching characters on the cyan water surface, and the feathers are not found overnight. Compared to the beginning, the color of the cyan water surface is lighter!

It seems that there will be a time when the cyan in the water will completely disappear and return to transparency.

The cracking sound is endless, and the night feathers and white brocade have a feeling of being tormented. They are always worried that the cracked jar will be broken. I am worried that the dragon's efforts for nearly an hour will fall short.

Just as those cracks spread to the bottom of the porcelain altar, Night Feather and Bai Jinyi seemed to hear a loud noise at the same time, just like a dragonfly, and it was like a thunder.

The kind of noise is not heard by both ears, but directly in the hearts of the two.

Dragon chubby! The sound is from the body of the dragon chubby, and the realm of Bai Jinyi and Yu Yuxi is quite high, so I can detect it!

In another place in the chaotic space, Zi Ling was already eating metal in the medicine garden, suddenly stopped the movement in the mouth, looked up at the direction of the refining table, and the whole body hair was erected, which seemed to sense the fear of it.

Within the porcelain altar, the original rich cyan has become almost transparent. Fortunately, Long Xiaopeng wrote the inscription fast enough, and the area of ​​only half of the slap in the huge water surface was not covered by the inscription.

The rest of the place is silvery, and the symbols of the size of the cockroaches exude a strong spiritual fluctuation, which is a natural success.

"Little girl, drop a drop of blood in the eyebrows of the little stupid bird." Long Xiaopeng stretched his face, and suddenly he heard the night feathers.

I have long been prepared to be on the side of the night feathers, dare not care, the thumb nails on the index finger, the jade finger gently flicked, a drop of rounded blood beads floating out, steady down to the heart of the fire spirit eyebrows.

And Long Xiaopeng also shot with lightning, and took out the last drop of the spirit in the bowl, and mixed the blood of the night feathers to draw a symbol on the forehead of Huo Ling.

With the completion of this last symbol, the cyan in the water of the Promise disappeared completely, and the silver inscriptions suddenly merged into the water, exploding with the shocking spiritual power.

With a bang, the blanket that was originally covered with cracks was directly shattered. This scene made the night feathers and white brocades smack!

"what!"

The sleeping fire spirit slammed openly at the same time as the jar broke, and a painful cry was heard in the mouth.

The big eyes of the waters were full of fierceness at the moment, and the gaze was exactly the same as when he just killed the sand scorpion outside!

"Fire spirit!" The night feathers felt that the contractual connection in the depths of the body suddenly became unstable, and the subconsciously tightened the body.

The strength of Bai Jinyi’s hand was also increased by a few points, and he held the jade hand of the night feathers more forcefully.

The scream in Huo Lingkou was very sharp at first, like the voice of a child, but soon, the sound of Huo Ling was sharp and rounded, and it was more magnetic, like a fifteen or six-year-old boy.

At the same time, Huo Ling's body also rapidly became bigger, and it didn't matter to gradually unfold. The red light and smooth surface of the body surface began to turn into other clothes.

In a twinkling of an eye, the fire spirit changed from a white little baby to a beautiful man who was amazing.