Night Feathers can't do this, not only can't do it at night, but it can't be done by any other strong spirit.

Moving two thousand tons of objects and putting tons of heavy objects into space at once is two concepts!

The most crucial of these is the spiritual power!

The spiritual strength of the night feathers has been regarded as the top level of human beings. The whole continent is much less powerful than her spiritual power, and even Bai Jinyi is inferior.

For this reason, the night feathers are sure that the old means are definitely different from those of ordinary spirits.

Yan Lao single-handedly produced an energy handprint and directly printed the fingerprint on one side of the white tower.

Then Yan Lao quickly moved quickly, and his hands were printed to the other side. In the same way, the fingerprints were once again entered into the white tower.

Eight times in a row, the eight towers of the White Tower were all under the guise of the old cloth, and the White Tower itself was covered with a layer of fire red power.

The white and snowy towers turned red, and the night feathers looked a bit awkward. It seems that the white towers may spontaneously ignite.

Fortunately, the old man did not let this situation last for too long, and it was time to breathe a few times.

However, this old-fashioned imprint was not applied to the White Tower, but to his own arms.

The handprint was cut open on the old arm and turned into layers of spiritual power to wrap the old hands.

The night feathers subconsciously turned their eyes away. In an instant, the night feathers felt their eyes deep into the old arms.

The red spiritual power surrounding the layer is like a space-time vortex, which can distort the space and expand it at will.

"Pro!"

In the old mouth, a circle of spiritual power is swaying, and the thick voice is like a military order. The white tower is filled with red light in all directions, echoing the red glow on the old arm.

The old tiptoe is a little bit, and the body flies directly into the air, flying straight to the top of the white tower.

Followed by the old man, there is the red spiritual power around the white tower.

It seems to follow the master, those spiritual strengths quickly climb up.

The eyes of the night feathers and Bai Jinyi are closely watching the old, paying attention to the changes in the white tower, trying to learn one or two hands from it.

‘Longye, what is the means used by Yan Lao, how can you force a change in space between sizes? ’

The night feathers noticed the change in the space around the old arm, and asked in the heart.

Long Xiaopeng gave a small mouth to look at it for a while, and did not shy away from the direct voice: "This old man should use the power of the space in the body, unless it is repaired to reach the spirit, or you will not think about it."

Long Xiaopeng said that he licked his mouth directly behind him, and he couldn’t know how to make a snack.

In the eyes of the night feathers, there was a hint of helplessness, so I had to continue to cast my eyes on the old.

At this time, the red spiritual power on the old arm has merged with the red spiritual power on the white tower.

The old man looks serious, the wine-red eyes seem to emit a faint red light, and the five fingers are slightly curved. Because of excessive exertion, the blue tendons on the back of the hand are tied together, slightly awkward.

In the horrified eyes of several people, the white tower was uprooted with the flaming power!

"Can't you..."

Night Feather feels that his little heart is shaking, is it really the most savvy way?

This question only stayed in the heart for a moment, and the situation of the White Tower greatly exceeded the expectations of the night feathers.

The white tower, which is up to several tens of feet, has shrunk quickly after leaving the ground!