Xue Wenrui walked around the cave with a pair of wings on his back, looking at his back with a sad face from time to time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The pale silver-white color on this wing should be the blood of the cicada, after devouring the blood of the true dragon, the blood of the cicada seems to have been promoted, breaking through from the original wooden cicada to the silver cicada. It's just that the silver is thinner, and it is estimated that it has only broken through to half.

This is of course a good thing, but if the wings are not taken back, all good things will become meaningless.

"The blood of the cicada!Yes, the blood of the cicada!" Xue Wenrui's face was happy, and he quickly probed out his divine thoughts, since he couldn't find the phantom, maybe it would be useful to find the blood of the cicada and try it.

With this thought, Xue Wenrui hurriedly searched for it. The blood of the cicada carries a hint of savage aura, and it is much easier to find. After only one meal, Xue Wenrui found the blood of the cicada.

Now the blood of the cicada, the body has become a little thicker, and it has also grown an inch, and the body is still glowing with a faint silver-white. It was like a worm, hiding at the bottom of the Tree of the Sea of Blood, lying comfortably in the sea of boiling blood.

The surrounding area was full of rich blood qi, and the blood of the cicadas seemed to have been nourished, and it looked very comfortable.

When Xue Wenrui set his eyes on the blood of the cicada, the gray-brown head of the blood of the cicada also raised and looked at him in a daze.

Xue Wenrui's heart suddenly froze: "How does this feel like I'm looking at myself?"

"No! No! It must have been a misjudgment!" Xue Wenrui retracted his thoughts, calmed his mind, and then cast his gaze again.

The gray-brown head of the blood of the cicada was raised again, and when he raised his eyes, there was a "boom", Xue Wenrui's face was pale, and he felt that he was really looking at himself in the mirror!

"Could it be that this reptile has taken me away?" Xue Wenrui sweated on his forehead, he had lived in the shadow of being taken away since he was a child, and his first reaction when he saw this situation was that he was taken away.

"Amitabha! Buddha bless! Buddha bless!" Xue Wenrui wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, he used to recite the Buddha, and it was all for others to see. But now, he really hopes to be blessed by the Buddha.

Xue Wenrui retracted his thoughts, and in the cave, he suddenly raised his left hand, suddenly raised his right hand, suddenly laughed, suddenly pretended to whimper, suddenly jumped up and down, and tossed for half an hour before wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

God, my fate is miserable enough, there are three demon trees in my body for some reason, and now there is a reptile, when are you going to play tricks on me, why don't you raise your noble hand and let me go. Xue Wenrui looked helpless.

"Hey, don't worry about it first, anyway, if there are more lice, it's not itchy, let's see if you can take the wings back first. Xue Wenrui once again probed his divine thoughts and found the blood of the cicada that day.

"Hey, man, it's convenient, can you put those wings away? Xue Wenrui sneered.

That day, the blood of the cicada raised its head and looked at him, its two sharp jaws colliding left and right, as if it was also saying something.

"What kind of bird and insect is this! Grandma's!" Xue Wenrui looked really speechless, and his heart was extremely indignant, and he couldn't help but shout at it, "Take!"

A pair of sharp jaws of cicada blood also touched each other that day, making a sound, which really had to be a bit similar to "receiving".

The wings on Xue Wenrui's back "swished" and disappeared into his back. The whole back was so smooth that no one could have imagined that there had ever been a pair of mad wings here, except for the tattered clothes.

"That's it?!" Xue Wenrui was overjoyed and laughed happily.

Then, he looked at the blood of the cicada that day, "Collect ...... Put...... Harvest...... Put"

That day, the blood of the cicada really hit a pair of sharp jaws: "Tear (receive)...... Supporting (Release) ...... Tear (receive) ...... "Hold (put)" followed the call. The wings on the back are sometimes retracted and sometimes spread out with the shouting, and the obedient ones are very obedient.

After playing for a long time, Xue Wenrui put away his wings contentedly.

With a big wish, Xue Wenrui walked out of the cave in a comfortable mood, and he was ready to try the power of this new wing.

It stands to reason that since the reptiles have all been promoted, their speed should have increased, but looking at the wings that have become much smaller than before, he is not sure.

Stretching out his wings, the spiritual power in Xue Wenrui's body was injected, and the wings suddenly brightened a little. Xue Wenrui flapped his wings slightly, in the past, this force could make him rush forward.

"Whoosh" Xue Wenrui flew up, but this speed was not even ten percent of the original. His face turned ugly, "Isn't this obviously promoted? Why is this happening? No! I have to use some more force!"

Thinking about it, he flapped it a few times, and the spiritual power input was increased to the extreme, and the speed of the cicada wings really increased greatly. It's just that this speed is much inferior to the original.

Xue Wenrui estimated that this speed should be comparable to the early stage of the Spirit Crystal Realm.

"How can this be? How can this be? This is the ultimate magic weapon!" Xue Wenrui sweated on his forehead, constantly flying in the air, and the pure spiritual power in his body was injected into it without hesitation.

After trying for an hour, the speed has not changed, and it is still the same as the early stage of the Spirit Crystal Realm.

Xue Wenrui returned to the entrance of the cave with a helpless face, and his divine thoughts probed into the Tree of the Sea of Blood, found the reptilian, and looked at each other hatefully. It's all this hateful reptile that has deprived itself of a life-saving supernatural power.

The reptile writhed comfortably in the sea of blood, a pair of sharp jaws constantly touching each other, as if humming a tune.

Seeing Xue Wenrui's view, it raised its head, "squeak" a few times, and its little head kept signaling, which seemed to be saying to him: "Come on, let's play together! It's comfortable here!"

"Get out, you dead reptile, what's the matter with the wings?!" Xue Wenrui let out a divine thought in a huff.

The reptile seemed to understand something, and stood up, stretched out a few thin furry claws, and made a flying appearance. In the sea of blood, turning around, leaping up from the sea of blood from time to time, Xue Wenrui sensed the other party's divine thoughts, and was still singing.

Xue Wenrui retreated with a black line on his face, his biggest reliance was so gone, he was angry, and he picked up the wide silver pestle and smashed it against a boulder next to him.

The boulder suddenly turned into powder, Xue Wenrui was depressed, spread his wings and rushed into the sky, and flew up again unwillingly.

Although he used all his strength, his speed was still only at the beginning of the Spirit Crystal Realm, and after another toss of tea, he fell back to the entrance of the cave.

As soon as it fell, his face suddenly became wonderful, he didn't know whether he was happy or angry, he tried to calm down as much as possible, and then he exhaled deeply: "Is this okay?!"