"Poof!" He felt that his body was going to collapse, his spirit was going to collapse, his head was going to explode, he would collapse uncontrollably, his whole body would lose energy and blood. At this time, he once again experienced the feeling of death.

He no longer had the strength to stand up. He couldn't even move. That's the price, the price of his hulking sword.

And the ice red feather beast, at this time under the knife in the abdomen, blood stained together, is also a moment of collapse to the ground, and Mo is not much different, if it is not for the red shirt young man distracted, one hand, without touching the key, it will die. So, at best and at worst, he pulled it back from the brink of death.

"Uh......h The frozen red-feathered beast let out an intermittent moan of mournful moaning, its body writhing in pain as it tried to get up from the ground, and thus touched the wound. It groaned in pain, feeling helpless.

He lay on the ground, the sound of broken bones still echoing to this day, and the golden bones on his chest suddenly radiated a huge light, illuminating his whole body in gold.

The convergence speed of the surrounding gas particles came quickly, all injected into the ink body, his vague consciousness gradually cleared up, he subconsciously summoned the RMB Vientiane Building, on the floor, the huge body of several zhang, two silver lights, absorbed him and the ice red feather beast body at the same time, it was a single yuan compression small, Vientiane Building turned into a small fallen leaf, hidden in the collection of any personal vision of the gap is good, and it is also difficult to find.

In the one-yuan building, Mo Ninghong sat up straight, ran six cycles of life and death at full speed, and began to practice and heal. At the same time, the Ice Beast and the Red Feather Beast beside him looked at the gap in the building with fiery eyes, their eyes full of light.

Inside the one-dimensional Vientiane building, there is a mysterious and chaotic space, a vast expanse. In this space, there are countless crystals that are suspended all the time. The first layer is a dotted line, but not too much.

People never knew what the crystals were of any use to him, so he didn't pay much attention to them.

The frozen red-feathered beast was pulled into the building, its body still immobilized, its legs dangling in the air, its fiery red eyes staring intently at the crystals in the air.

It was ink meditation therapy, he turned a deaf ear to everything around him, and the strange golden bone in his chest gave off a great effect, allowing him to practice the speed of gas absorption many times, his three hundred and sixty years of holes opened the meridians, bones, internal organs, and was the speed of practicing gas absorption, and the speed of rapid recovery.

And the ice red feathered beast, staring at the spar for a long time, it emitted a faint blue light all over, faintly flickering blue light, the vanity of the spar, but I don't know why, it even began to flash, like a star in the sky, originally ordinary, but at this time I received a phone call, at the same time, from some of their fluorescence, the fluorescence can not be smaller, no matter how good the eyes are, I'm afraid I can't see their existence.

Like dancing fairies, the fluorescent lights fluttered downwards and rushed headlong into the Icelanders' bodies. The Icelanders' once dim eyes now glowed with joy, as if these particles had helped it a lot.

The particles on the stone pillars fell densely like snow, constantly mixing with the ice-red feathers. The wound on the abdomen of the ice-red feather began to heal slowly.

Minutes and seconds passed, and after half an hour, the red-haired beasts, who were so frozen that they couldn't move, began to slowly squirm.

An hour later, when the ice-red feathered creature came alive, it quietly rolled over and lay on the ground, its eyes still fixed on the crystals in the void.

And ink, closed his eyes and got lost, still sitting and healing, not feeling these changes, hurting his body, so far, back to less than half, the golden brilliance of his chest, directly spreading, shining on his body, shrouding his body, his whole person wrapped in golden brilliance, if he is in the outside world, if a person cultivating immortality is to see, will get a shock, I am afraid to suspect that this is a strong country practice.

It seems to be a holy spirit, existing in Mo Ninghong's body, silently nourishing him, just like the spring weathered rain, silently nourishing all things.

The body of the ice-red feathered beast, which had sent a blue sheen of the sea, was extremely weak, but became more intense, looking like a pair of big eyes, staring at the empty for a long time, and from time to time turning its head to the ink, into the god's field of vision, as if to see a rare, ink all wrapped in gold, was curious, curious, in its heart, what is it? But when it was young, it couldn't get an answer.

Then, the Ice Red Feather Beast began to focus on looking up at the Void Crystal, the Crystal still twinkled like a star, the millions of particles that decomposed, and its body, his huge body, first bitten by the animal, was already scarred, and the young red evil vision, more wounded, the third-level immortal beast, it would recover, and it would require more energy than ink.

Now, however, with particles in his wounds, he has recovered a little more than halfway.

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At the same time, in a cave in a wild place, the long cave was lit with countless bone lamps, and the dark green light illuminated the dark space.

The middle-aged man faced it withered, curly hair, stubble, looked sickly, but his eyes were like the sea deep, anyone, can make it tremble, he has a powerful energy in the body, although astringent, complacent, but still terrifying enough, this is definitely an extremely powerful, at least Yuan Da Earth God, he once, enough to turn the situation around.

Standing in the cold, the middle-aged man next to several evil different cultivators, one bald, burly, Wei is not angry, one with long hair, like a ghost, exuding a cold air, the hair is too long, directly covering half of the face, it seems that people are not ghosts, in short, they all look like a strange, but similar pathogenic qi.

These people are all cold middle-aged people in the center of the stone chair, surrounded by it left and right, and all the fairies are on their chests, standing motionless.

And in front of all the people, facing the cold middle age, one was kneeling, red-haired man, like blood, and the other was red blood-red, with a calm face, and saw a fierce man, his right shoulder, head down, looking ugly, his right arm and wound or a piece of red, his lips purple, he cracked, and at first glance it was a lack of qi and blood, apparently suffering a blow.

Facing a middle-aged man with curly hair with a hideous face, the young man in the red shirt held back his anger and did not look up.