Rosen scratched his head.

Believe in your own feelings, don’t waste time, time is precious.

Luo Sen did not try to use this batch of spiritual herbs again, but brought a batch of spiritual spirits, which he specially collected to try to synthesize.

At this time, Luo Sen's heart suddenly jumped, as if a sledgehammer was smashed down hard.

Luo Sen stared at a charity spirit.

The silver chariot lizard is just an ordinary chariot, but Luo Sen inexplicably felt a palpitation, as if something bad was about to happen.

No...

Baita, don't tease me.

Being in the realm of the White Tower, any intuition is possible to be true.

This feeling became stronger and stronger. Rosen hesitated for a moment and realized: "What are you afraid of? The world in the pot is my territory."

Rosen threw a quicksand lizard into the synthesis interface, so what should I use to synthesize it?

Middle-level spiritual grass dragon bone grass?

Luo Sen noticed a strange aura from the keel grass.

Try it.

What can be combined with the synthesis of spiritual grass and spiritual spirit?

Suddenly, the spiritual power in Luosen's body began to pour into the synthesis interface uncontrollably, and there was no sign of stopping, but instead became more and more intense.

"Ah!" A hint of panic flashed in Luo Sen's eyes.

In just a while, his spiritual power was almost drained.

Luo Sen hurriedly grabbed a handful of spirit gathering pills. No matter what side effects were, he stuffed them into his mouth crazily. The surging spiritual power surged into Luo Sen's body, but it was quickly pulled away.

Finally, when Rosen was about to be squeezed into a human, the synthetic interface stabilized.

"call……"

Luo Sen's face was filled with glory for surviving the disaster.

What exactly did it come together?

So scary.

"roar!!"

In the world in the pot, a terrifying dragon roar sounded.

Luo Sen's face changed.
Chapter completed!