The bronze sword in his hand was pulled out from the body of the monster, and the blood splashed. His figure was ghostly moving, and there was no touch, and the beast would die. Instead, he did not come to another sword, but instead attacked the other beasts of the living dragon.

He is this...

Keep the blood of the beast and let her harvest?

Xiao Yu’s mouth was slightly moved, and she pulled a beautiful arc. She also turned, and the aura was released. The branches in her hand were suddenly surrounded by the light of the holy white. It seemed to be a sharp snow sword, and the blood of the monster was quickly harvested. .

The dragon's heartache seems to have been cured. It thinks that Feng Lingran is to grab Xiao Yu's harvest. I didn't expect Feng Ling to help Xiao Yu.

I really can't see it, this kid is so infatuated with Xiao Yu.

It has always been thought that the devil is ruthless, killing the field, the cruelty of the devil is to play the most vividly, the six parents will kill, the demonized person, the same with the devil.

Until now, it has seen Feng Lingran, it is willing to believe that not all the magic is ruthless, Feng Lingran is a special case.

Longlong is happy, as long as he does not steal the blood of Xiao Yu, Feng Ling is a good demon.

Just...

The dragon dragon smashed the phoenix to kill the dying monster, breaking the palm of the palm of his hand, a weak inner Dan, the blue light flickered.

No one in this continent knows that this method can bring people to harvest blood.

How did Feng Lingran know?

When I woke up in the sky, Xiao Yu finally harvested the demon beast tower and the thirteen-layered monster blood. When the last one was left, Xiao Yu hesitated.

Long Long said that if all the 13-layered monsters were killed, the monster tower would be sealed for three months.

She left one, the demon tower will not seal, is it not the best of both worlds?

When she was about to tell this idea to Longlong, who was pushed from behind, the dying beast that was two meters away from her, suddenly rushed toward her, the branches in her hand could only pierce the monster The weak inner Nedan.

The last monster was broken into stars and gradually disappeared.

Xiao Yu turned her head and saw the person who pushed her hand... Feng Lingran.

The dying monster was not rushing toward her, but was sucked by a powerful internal force.

These are all phoenixes.

Xiao Yu is very speechless, now it is good, the demon tower will be sealed for three months.

If the dean and elders of Jiushengyu know and doubt, what should they do?

This is the end of the matter, blaming Feng Ling is useless, Xiao Yu sighed, feeling the body's hoarding aura suddenly tumbling like a tide, colliding, seems to break through her Dantian.

Xiao Yu’s look changed, and Feng Lingran and Long Long said: “I am going to advance now.”

After a pause, he said: "Dragon, you will take me to advance."

Dragon dragon is difficult to hide, said: "Great, Xiao Yu, you are here to advance, the sky is not yet bright, those who are killed, their demon souls are still wandering in the demon tower, you take the opportunity to absorb Part of the power of their demon.

Fast, fast, fast, the sky is bright, the beast tower will be sealed, their demon will also seal, waiting for the reincarnation three months later. ”

Long Long is excited. Xiao Yu is a demon fox with blood. No one but her, no one, no demon, can absorb the power of the demon, because those demon will swallow people and demon.

The dragon dragon suddenly felt that the demon tower of Jiushengyu was the holy place given to Xiao Yu’s cultivation by God.

Xiao Yu's delicate little face is somewhat white, she has no time to refuse the dragon, she is sitting cross-legged and squinting.

Feng Ling looked at Xiao Yu, and the black scorpion flashed tenderness. He walked to the side of the tower window and jumped forward. The black robes were hunting, like the gods descending from the sky, and fell to the ground.

In his hand, he also held a bronze sword that was washed red by the blood of the beast.

Now, this bronze sword, when it was not the original, took the blunt sword. It was sharply sharpened by the blood and flesh of the monster.

Feng Lingran stood in front of the demon tower, the bronze sword in his hand, the point of the sword, the momentum of the battle, like the patron saint of the demon tower.

In the tower of the demon, the dragon is flying around the tower of the demon, and the golden light trails, which sets a protective barrier.

At this time, Xiao Yu entered the promotion state, which is the weakest. Once someone comes to interfere with Xiao Yu, the former will be abandoned, and the severe meridians will be broken. It must protect Xiao Yu and be foolproof.

I do not know how long it has been.

The darkness of the night fades, and the dawn gradually rises from the east. The whole demon tower to the thirteenth layer of the demon will also enter the seal state...

The dragon dragon is on the column, and the golden dragon's eye is not looking at Xiao Yu, waiting for it. It knows that Xiao Yu should finish the promotion.

Outside the tower.

The dawn rises, the golden light shrouds the earth, and the glory of Feng Lingran is covered. He is a unique and mysterious robes. It is clearly a cool and cold color that is cold and cold.

However, between his eyebrows, he stretched warmly. It was he who looked up and glanced at the thirteen layers of the demon tower to reveal the rare warmth.

Suddenly...

In the tower of the demon, the glory of the sacred white stunned, surpassing the brightness of the twilight, fainted from the tower window, like the sacred picture of the sky.

Feng Lingran saw it...

His black hair flashed amazed, and the black figure jumped up. Like Xuan Hong, he rushed to the thirteenth floor of the demon tower. After he jumped into the tower window, he suddenly lifted his slender fingers and black sleeves. Covered the extremely glaring light.

The dragon has been stabbed by the light, and his head is buried in the curled dragon.

After the light faded away, Feng Ling took the sleeves that covered his eyes and the dragons raised their heads.

Xiao Yu opened her eyes, Qingling’s eyes were like a blue washed sky, full of aura, her holy white light has not completely faded, the dress seems to become a white fairy, she stood up and flashed The gleaming blue silk, with one move, looks great, her light and bright, the beautiful little face seems more refined than before, she smiled at him.

"I have advanced." Her eyebrows are all happy colors.

Feng Lingran's heart is also slightly moving. At this moment, I only want to put it. This is just like the little fox who fell from the sky and gave it to the arms.

"Great, congratulations, congratulations, Xiao Yu, you are now qualified to be the master of the old man." Long Long excitedly swinging the dragon tail, each contract beast, eager to become powerful and powerful. More powerful, so they have a future.

Xiao Yu turned and smiled softly and said: "Dragon Dragon, thanks to you, if you don't bring me here, harvesting the blood of the monster, I will not advance so fast."

The dragon dragon is boasted, and it is very proud. It is rare to be modest: "The old man is your contract beast. It is appropriate for you to work for it. Besides, you have harvested the blood and become powerful, and it is of great benefit to the old man."

The latter sentence is definitely the true heart of the dragon, and it hopes that Xiao Yu will become powerful.

Suddenly...

Xiao Yu had not had time to speak again, and was smashed into the arms by Feng Ling. His left arm was across her pliable waist, almost smashing her into her arms.

Xiao Yu’s chest was flustered and her arms were too tight. She had some difficulty breathing.

"Feng Lingran..."

Xiao Yu raised his face and confronted him with an unclear black sputum. She took a breath and Feng Lingran wanted it...