"Okay." The night feathers screamed, and did not start directly, but spread the spirit.

With the cultivation of the night feathers, the mental strength is enough to probe the range of the hundred miles, and the area around the lake is pinched.

Not a moment, the night feathers of the jade hand gently to the air, a brown and black bottle flew over a hundred meters.

Different from the ordinary jade bottle, the material of this bottle is some kind of wood, without any spiritual power, the bottle mouth is sealed by beeswax. If it is not the dragon blood on the red paper on the bottle, the night feathers will definitely not think rare. The dragon's blood will be inside.

"Long Ye, what's going on with this wooden bottle, it's so heavy." In the moment of getting the bottle, the eyes of the night feathers smashed.

The qualities of hundreds of woods flashed in the heart, but they did not match the objects in their hands.

"This is the dragon's ironwood, the unique wood near the Dragon Valley, which is specially used to hold dragon's blood." Long Xiaopeng explained with a mouthful, took the things from the night feathers and bite them straight.

The beeswax of the bottle was torn open, and the cork was peeled off together. Long Xiaopeng did not hesitate to pour the dragon's blood on the silk.

The dragon blood inside the seemingly heavy wooden bottle is only two or three drops.

Those dragon blood drops on the silk and immediately become a spiritual force, hidden in the silk.

Long Xiaopeng frowned and watched the two drops of dragon blood tumbling in the silk of the sky. The whole volume of silk was floating in the force of the force. If it wasn't for Xiao Xiaopeng, it would fly into the air with the spiritual power.

Looking at the above handwriting did not appear, Long Xiaopeng suddenly dignified: "Not good, those dragon blood power is not enough, the little girl, find two more bottles."

"Know." The night feathers also saw some clues. When the dragon chubby voice sounded, the night feathers and spirits had already been rolled out.

On the side of the body, Bai Jinyi also hurriedly spread his mental strength. After counting the numbers, four brown-black wooden bottles were recruited by the two.

"Long Ye." Four bottles were handed directly to Long Xiaopeng, but the bottle opened up and it was a bit disappointing.

Two bottles were empty, and only one drop of dragon blood was poured out until the third.

The dragon's chubby wrist trembled, and the dripping dragon's blood fell on the silk of the sky. The originally fiercely dancing silk suddenly quieted down. As the silk in the wind fluttered gently, the dragon blood and spiritual power absorbed by the silk began to align. Gushing out.

The faint golden light gradually radiates from the silk, and the red spiritual power that floats out seems to be controlled by the golden light below. After floating for ten inches, the silk does not rise any more, but spreads quickly and then condenses into red characters.

Is there such a thing in Ziyun mainland?

The night feathers are moving in the heart, and this scene is a little beyond imagination. The original magical fire of the medicinal magic is just a seal in the silk thread. Can this volume be beyond the scope of normal silk?

The night feathers and white brocade eyes stared at the red characters, and the calligraphy of the dragon and the phoenix dance did not say that they had never seen each other!

Surprised, the two had to look at the dragon chubby.

From the beginning of the red handwriting, the dragon chubby was stunned, and looked at the silk with a sullen look. The eyes were full of puzzles, and the lips squirmed gently, seemingly chanting something with a very low voice.

"Dragon"

The night feathers want to make a sound call, and Bai Jinyi next to him is holding the jade hand of the night feathers in time. The star looks at the night feathers and slowly shakes his head.