The condensation of the water column is too sudden.

Even the polar day bat bird had no time to react.

Originally, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes when he looked at the emergence of Shuizhu.

But at this moment, his life is over.

The disdainful eyes didn't have time to turn into a look of horror.

The body is directly shattered under the action of the aura of power.

"bite!"

"Kill the polar day bat bird and get 129 spirit beads."

"bite!"

"The progress of the inner alchemy of the spirit dog: 1000/1000. The condensation is successful!"

"The progress of the giant ant inner alchemy condensation: 1000/1000. Condensation is successful!"

Da da ~!

The two inner pills of the spirit beasts tumbling above Zhao Yiran's palm fell on his palm.

It's done!

Holding the inner alchemy of the two spirit beasts firmly in their hands, Zhao Yiran said to himself.

I looked up and looked at the shattered polar day bat bird.

At this time, only half of the body was inserted into the condensed water column, and it was shaking with the breeze.

The bright red blood slowly flowed down with the condensed water column.

The scene was once bloody.

Smack sex~!

After a series of sounds came out, the condensed water column like a spear that was inserted obliquely in the air instantly recovered as before.

Even half of the body of the polar day bat bird fell down.

Bang~!

As half of the body of the polar day bat bird fell, a large amount of ashes flew.

"Xiao Ling, go find the Polar Day Bat Bird Bead."

Zhao Yiran patted Xiao Ling who had just cancelled her two-headed transformation and said lightly.

Wow ~!

The little spirit ran away and rushed towards the corpse of the polar day bat bird.

"Huh? Where are the wings?"

Just as Xiao Ling was prostrating her body in the half of the body of the polar day bat bird, she was "picking up" and searching for the polar day bat bird beads, Zhao Yiran, who was standing far away, suddenly exclaimed lightly.

At this time, Zhao Yiran did not see the pair of wings that shattered with his body on the polar day bat bird.

"In theory, if your body is broken, your wings should be broken, right? If it is broken, why don't there be even traces of residue?"

Zhao Yiran looked around and looked around.

With Zhao Yiran's intention, the little ant flew away and investigated the surrounding area.

...

Wow ~!

Just when the little spirit found eight green beads from the body of the polar day bat bird, the little ant's figure also flew from afar.

"bite!"

"Polar Day Bat Bird Bead Detected*8."

“That’s…”

After putting eight polar day bat birds into the watch, Zhao Yiran looked in the direction where the little ant flew.

At this time, the little ant with wings shaking... behind him, there were wings that were countless times larger than his body hanging in the air.

It was shaking with the flying of the little ants.

And this feather wing is the wings of the previous day bat bird.

But it was a little broken at this time.

But from this feather wing, Zhao Yiran felt a circulating fluctuation.

And this fluctuation is not a mysterious aura, nor is it the previous aura of the polar day bat bird, but a fluctuation of spiritual power!

Although the fluctuations of this spiritual power are very weak, it seems extremely conspicuous when it appears on these wings!

"Isn't this the original wings of the Polar Day Bat Bird?"

Zhao Yiran said suspiciously.

Seeing the little ant flying over, Zhao Yiran quickly walked to the half of the body of the polar day bat bird, reversed its body, revealing its spine.

"Sure enough, this wing is not the original wing of the Polar Day Bat Bird!"

Zhao Yiran raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

In his eyes, there were obvious scars on the back of the polar day bat bird, just like a "tumor" grown by a tree with "short limbs".

Bang~!

The returned little ant threw his wings to the ground.

Zhao Yiran hurriedly stepped forward to check.

With his hands touching the gray feathers on his wings, Zhao Yiran nodded secretly.

He was indeed, the spiritual power fluctuated extremely purely on his wings.

To be precise, it is more purer than the spiritual power in his spiritual sea.

Buzz ~!

As Zhao Yiran's palm touched, streams of spiritual power silk appeared from Zhao Yiran's fingers and flowed into it, and at the same time it made a buzzing sound.

The little ant flew in the air, shaking its wings, and its eyes were staring at Zhao Yiran tightly.

Xiaoling, who was combing his hair, was also curiously looking at his master who was injecting spiritual power into his wings.

At this time, the little ant with wings shaking... behind him, there were wings that were countless times larger than his body hanging in the air.

It was shaking with the flying of the little ants.

And this feather wing is the wings of the previous day bat bird.

But it was a little broken at this time.

But from this feather wing, Zhao Yiran felt a circulating fluctuation.

And this fluctuation is not a mysterious aura, nor is it the previous aura of the polar day bat bird, but a fluctuation of spiritual power!

Although the fluctuations of this spiritual power are very weak, it seems extremely conspicuous when it appears on these wings!

"Isn't this the original wings of the Polar Day Bat Bird?"

Zhao Yiran said suspiciously.

Seeing the little ant flying over, Zhao Yiran quickly walked to the half of the body of the polar day bat bird, reversed its body, revealing its spine.

"Sure enough, this wing is not the original wing of the Polar Day Bat Bird!"

Zhao Yiran raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

In his eyes, there were obvious scars on the back of the polar day bat bird, just like a "tumor" grown by a tree with "short limbs".

Bang~!

The returned little ant threw his wings to the ground.

Zhao Yiran hurriedly stepped forward to check.

With his hands touching the gray feathers on his wings, Zhao Yiran nodded secretly.

He was indeed, the spiritual power fluctuated extremely purely on his wings.

To be precise, it is more purer than the spiritual power in his spiritual sea.

Buzz ~!

As Zhao Yiran's palm touched, streams of spiritual power silk appeared from Zhao Yiran's fingers and flowed into it, and at the same time it made a buzzing sound.

The little ant flew in the air, shaking its wings, and its eyes were staring at Zhao Yiran tightly.

Xiaoling, who was combing his hair, was also curiously looking at his master who was injecting spiritual power into his wings.

At this time, the little ant with wings shaking... behind him, there were wings that were countless times larger than his body hanging in the air.
To be continued...