Chapter 500: Black feather

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Sitting on the back of the ancient dragon, the monsoon smoke touched the white hair, lying on the back of the dragon and feeling the breeze, still blowing her long hair by the wind, she squinted with a comfortable eye.
I haven’t played so well for a long time.
Thinking of this, the monsoon smoked and sat up, and poked out a pile of black bones from the sleeves.
Bai Ze looked at the bones with his head, and smacked it with doubt, but he was stepped back by the grotesque.
The monsoon smoke looked at Bai Ze’s face and looked like it, and could not help but chuckle.
These are the bones of some of the demon people who are not paying attention to the people, from the ground, some of them are the bones of some high-level demon people, watching the demon bones of a place, the monsoon smokes and rubs their eyes and sparkles.
"I didn't expect that the demon gas of this world will not only cause serious injuries, but also fill the infuriating, ah haha... I sent it this time."
As soon as I think of the benefits of the demon bones absorbed in the underground palace, the monsoon smoke does not mention how embarrassing it is at the moment.
Bai Ze silently looked at the mad master, and he was honestly squatting aside.
The monsoon smoke immediately took out a demon bone, and according to everything she did in the underground palace, she came again, waiting for the demon bone to be refining.
Of course...
After waiting for a long while, the demon bone that the tip of the monsoon smoke pinched was not the same. The enchanting scent was still there, but there was no such thing as a slight body...
"..." The monsoon smoked his eyes and blinked. "Forget it, the demon of the demon is too weak, or come from the higher."
Said that the monsoon smoke lost the low-level demon bones that could not be refining, and then picked up a high-level demon bone with a palm, and concentrated on waiting for refining to be infuriating.
result……
"Your grandfather! What a ghost!!" The monsoon smoke saw the eyes be itchy, and the tall demon bone did not have a hint of refining in her palm.
She did not believe in evil, tried all the demon bones, but the result made her desperate...
No demon bone can be refining, what kind of bones are in front of her or what it is, and the changes that have occurred in the underground palace have not appeared again.
Hope that the greater the disappointment, the monsoon smoke almost did not have a blood spurt out.
This is totally different from what she expected!
The demon bone in front of him could not be absorbed and refining by Nedan, and even the demon that lingered on the demon bone could not enter her body.
After many attempts, the monsoon smoke completely gave up.
Originally intended to use the demon bones to completely repair their inner dreams, this is broken, the mood of the monsoon smoke... very depressed.
Her sad reminder swept those demon bones from the back of the ancient dragon, sighing with sorrow, suddenly...
A black feather, with the wave of the monsoon smoke, slowly fell from her cuffs in front of her eyes.
It was a black, shiny black feather. Although it was pure black, it was very beautiful. The monsoon smoke took the black feather and looked at it. She didn’t remember... the offensive of the demon Among them, who has such a beautiful black feather.
However, when the monsoon smoke just took out the black feathers, it suddenly discovered that a tyrannical and pure force was constantly spreading from the feather.
"Which...what is the feather?" The monsoon smoked the power of the black feathers. The power was not a demon, but a kind of trembling that she had never seen before.