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The yellow aura came over and couldn't help but say that she was shrouded in her. First, a consciousness rushed into her mind with her irresistible force.

A sudden pain in the needle, she almost could not help but cry out.

The whole body and the senses were suppressed by the spiritual power, and even the pain could not be called out. Only when they opened their mouths, they were forced to breathe back by the spiritual force, and the tears could not flow out, almost suffocating.

This consciousness has turned into the sea in the brain, and the spiritual powers that have been wrapped up in them have not entered the body.

This spiritual power is the sacredness of the sacred food. It is so majestic that it rushes into its own veins and arrogates.

Open the heavy obstacles, open the muscles and inches, then resume, continue to open again, and then resume!

Repeatedly, again and again.

I don’t know how long it’s been. It seems that there are 10,000 years of pain, and she can’t breathe. The veins are torn and reorganized again and again. The inheritance in my mind can’t be sustained by myself. Infused in the sea.

I can't wait to be fainted, and I might be able to catch my breath when I pass out.

She can be very awake, she can even feel the slight little movement of the tendons every time they tear and reorganize.

With the spiritual wash, she can even see that the dirt in her body is excluded by the spiritual power, and is smashed into gray smoke by the aura of the body.

You can also see that the dark wounds left behind by your production are nourished by the spiritual power, and the speed visible to the naked eye is restored.

I can see that my veins are wider and tougher than once.

Originally, because of the production, the realm of her real spirits has a tendency to decline in the late stage, so that the various nourishing elixir of the Baili family has stabilized.

In addition, the pig spirit treasure and the leaf Lingbao are also injured too much, and they have to continue to nourish them with the aura.

At the moment, these seemingly inexhaustible spiritual powers actively drilled into their own bodies, and the illusion of the sorcerer felt that the realist was later suppressed by himself and began to rise slowly.

At the wrist, the pig spirit treasure and the leaf Lingbao, which have been sleeping, have recovered from the stagnation and slowly recovered their spirits.

The leaf Lingbao has grown into a long vine, because the injury is too heavy, and now it has become the leaflet stem of three or four green shoots.

However, the green buds are green and faint, and the faintness is still with silk gold. The illusion of fascination is faint, and the leaf Lingbao recovers after this serious injury. It seems to be even more powerful.

However, Ling Lingbao is still asleep at the moment, only absorbing the spiritual power continuously.

The pig Lingbao is more active, and I don't know if it is absorbed by the spiritual power. The small body is round and the wings are also fleshy. The four small hooves are round and sleek, hanging in the air, like a big one. Float moth.

Waving the wings of the meat, flying a circle to spit out a circle of red flames, but the center of the flame is faintly white.

The pig Lingbao is somewhat worried about the leaf Lingbao, and it is swaying to the side of the leaf Lingbao. It seems that the stems and leaves that have become short and thick from the thick and long are seemingly comforting.

Although Lingbao has a sense of dormancy, the instinct is still there. A thin green silk is drawn from the top of the stem and leaves, and the pig Lingbao is taken to the corner, and the four feet are in the sky.

The pig spirit was angry, and it was easy to turn over the body, the nostrils jetted, one mouth, and a tiny red dragon rushed to the leaves.

The leaves were wrapped in fire and only swayed a few times, and the fire was shaken.