Be careful, and try to be as gentle and gentle as possible.

His hand, still a little distance from the spirit of the gods, stopped.

He didn't notice anything wrong, and began to inject spiritual power.

Duan Yuerong injected spiritual power into it little by little, and the spirit of the gods didn't resist at all.

Seeing such a scene, the happiest person is the demon Ling'er.

She danced excitedly, jumping and jumping like a child.

"Senior brother, steady!"

Feng Piaoxue stared at Youling'er fiercely, and sneered, "What are you so proud of, it seems to have been taken off." ”

Demon Ling'er turned her head and glanced at Feng Piaoxue with disdain, "You can envy and hate it!"

After speaking, she stopped caring about the wind and snow, and continued to cheer for her senior brother.

At this time, a mutation suddenly occurred.

In the blink of an eye, they saw Duan Yuerong's figure disappear directly from front of them.

When they saw Duan Yuerong again, they found Duan Yuerong lying on the ground in embarrassment.

He kept spitting blood in his mouth, and he was still breathing.

Several people immediately understood that Duan Yuerong had also failed, and his injuries were even more serious than Haoyue's.

"Senior brother!" Demon Ling'er immediately ran over and helped Duan Yuerong up.

Seeing Duan Yuerong's failure, the most proud thing was Feng Piaoxue, who had just quarreled with Demon Ling'er, and sneered, "Hehe, I don't think I can do it!"

Demon Ling'er glanced at her fiercely, "You have the ability, what big words are you talking about here!"

Feng Piaoxue's face suddenly changed slightly, to be honest, she was really a little afraid to go up.

So her pleading gaze looked at Lan Ci, she wanted Lan Ci to help her subdue, and then let the spirit of the gods submit to her.

With a look from his sweetheart, Lan Ci immediately understood what Feng Piaoxue meant, and smiled softly, "Okay, wait for me here." ”

Doing things for his sweetheart, Lan Ci can be described as full of confidence.

He was so confident that he was confident that he would be able to pick the spirit of the gods into his hands.

But if he picks it, others can't.

It doesn't matter if others can't pick it up.

But the stream sound also has no chance.

After all, they had known each other, Lan Ci felt that he had taken advantage of Ji Liuyin, and looked towards Ji Liuyin, and found that Ji Liuyin didn't even raise his eyelids, and he didn't care at all.

Lan Ci couldn't help but smile bitterly, yes, he has always been so cold, he doesn't fight or grab.

But as long as it's something he likes, how can they have a chance to make a move?

Shaking his head, Lan Ci didn't think much about it.

Soon he flew up and came to the green ball of light.

Before, he had determined by feeling that this was the spirit of the gods.

The light completely obscured the contents inside, so he couldn't see what the spirit of the gods looked like for the time being.

Just getting close to it, a pure, pure breath makes people feel refreshed.

Lan Ci's eyes lit up, and now he was really sure that it was a god spirit in front of him.

Lan Ci's strength is obviously much higher than Haoyue and Duan Yuerong.

He slowly infused his spiritual power into it.

Be careful.

The body was steady, floating in mid-air, and the tense atmosphere in his heart did not dare to come out.

The spiritual power slowly seeped in, and it was not resisted by the spirit of the gods, which made Lan Ci can't help but be happy in his heart.

Then, the green light suddenly trembled, and it looked like it was ripe.

Several people immediately stared at him in unison, should the spirit of the gods really want to recognize Lan Ci as the master?

Demon Ling'er couldn't wait to make a hole in Lan Ci's body.