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"Oh, it seems that Kai'er is about to enter and exit the spiritual realm!hehe!" Obviously, the white-bearded old man, he also saw the transparent wings, and he saw them earlier, and the wings could not conceal the light of his true colors in the air, so he smiled with relief in his heart.

"If you want to fly, please release your intentions!" Looking at the pair of transparent wings that were changing color, the white-bearded old man prayed silently in his heart. As if he could hear the prayer of the white-bearded old man, the transparent wings suddenly raised his body and lowered his body suddenly, as if he was thanking the old man in white for his prayers. The wings, floating in the air, suddenly intensified the amplitude of the flight, which made the little boy named Jerry, he look more attentively.

Jelle stared intently at the transparent wings, his heart expecting something more playful, or something to happen. "Hehe, whose wings are these two little ones?" thought the little boy named Jer, looking at the soulful wings that had no body but only feathers, and was extremely curious.

Seeing the master's smile slightly, the boy named Jie'er, his gaze couldn't help but be further drawn by the transparent wings. As he stared intently at the two transparent wings, flying in the air, Jair suddenly felt that the wings were faintly emitting a strange divine light.

The transparent wings: first colorless and transparent, then they slowly turned red, and then hòu, the pair of red wings, flying in the air, making a range---- and when they turned bright blood red, they flew perfectly out of a bright cross.

Yes, like embroidery, they flew back and forth, and flew out in the shape of a clear trajectory: a brightly colored cross! "Oh, this, is this the famous cross-stitch of the legend?" the little boy named Jerry guessed at random.

"Oh, it's cross-stitch!" the white-bearded old man bowed slightly.

Then orange, then hòu is yellow, green, cyan, blue, and then purple. The wings that flew in the air and embroidered crosses in the air were embroidered with seven crosses of seven different colors, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

The ten crosses of different colors were floating in the air, each of which flew independently.

The wings flew up and down, one after the other, in a beautiful cross. "Oh, these seven cross-stitches are your seven souls, then, if you want to fly, fly to the place where your heart desires!" Seeing that seven crosses of different colors were already floating in the air, the white-bearded old man, touching his white beard, seemed to continue to pray in his heart, and seemed to guide the seven colored wings to try to break out of his own world.

It seemed to understand the words of the white-bearded old man, and the seven crosses of different colors that flew away from each other suddenly flew away like those transparent wings! I only listened to the sound of seven crisp heavenly music, and saw the crosses of the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, as if the soul had been restored, and they had just appeared into the pair of transparent wings that had just appeared and were already a little tired and weak!

At the moment when the eight soul shadows returned to one. Suddenly, the pair of transparent wings wrapped around their bodies, like a round sun, emitting a dazzling dazzling light!"Oh! Spirit Sun!" Obviously, the master and apprentice who had been observing the transparent wings saw through it at the same time, and they all exclaimed in unison! As if frightened by the exclamation of the master and apprentice, the round sun suddenly gathered all the light that was emitted, and one suddenly raised his body ---- saw red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, The seven colors of blue and purple were separated from the transparent wings again. "Oh. It turns out that the trajectory is the wing!" the white-bearded old man sighed.

"Oh, eight pairs of wings!" the little boy named Jer'er could not help but exclaim, and at that moment, suddenly the transparent wings, and seven other pairs of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple wings, were frightened, and flew towards the distant sky——

The Whistling Black Bull

"Jer: This Liuyun Tuo is an ancient treasure, and it has been with me for 100,000 years. You tap your thumb in the middle, and there's a little green dot in the center!" the old white-bearded man smiled kindly, and he took the treasure and bent down to show it to his apprentice.

"Oh, Master, is this it?" the little boy asked, standing on his tiptoes, pointing to the small green dot in the middle of the Liuyun Tuo.

"Yes, exactly!" said the white-bearded old man, smiling and relieved.

"Oh, is that so?" said the little boy, holding out his thumb and pressing it down cautiously and carefully.

"Hehe, that's right!" the old man suddenly leaked a pleasant laugh, which made his apprentice ---- a little guy of a few years old, and felt very surprised, he looked at his master, his brow slightly furrowed, and his face full of doubt was full of childishness.

"Well, Jer'er did a good job! Since you pressed your handprint, this piece of flowing cloud tray will be yours in the future---- you have to put it in your pocket, and you must put it away!" the white-bearded old man handed the flowing cloud tray to the little boy while slightly xiào.

"Hehe, thank you, Master!" The little boy first caught the piece of Liuyun Tuo with both hands and covered it in his heart. Then, as if he was afraid of losing it, he quickly put it in his arms---- the left side of the place near his heart.

As soon as the boy let go of his hand, he heard the water rushing from the place where the pictures were played!

Standing still, the boy felt a whistling wind, driven by the rushing water. His tiny body shook violently.

"Jer, get out of the way!" Suddenly, above the water, a black phantom appeared, and when the white-bearded old man took the little boy's hand and moved his body back about 20 meters, suddenly the black phantom turned into a whistling black bull, bouncing the water.

The white-bearded old man continued to lead his apprentice by the hand and retreated a few meters and a few meters.

"Oh, what kind of footwork is that, why is it so weird?" Kuo Xiaotian asked in amazement, looking at Feng Yuanzi.

(To be continued.) )

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