Mixed Miners

Looking at Yang Ling seems to be indifferent, his mouth lingering, the teeth bursting into the sound, and then with a huge white bone finger gently point on the shadow of the bronze palace at the bottom of the soul tower. ??

"嗡~~"

In Yang Ling’s mind, a sultry cold breath came out, and the whole person fell into the horrible hell, and even the outside Qinglong Fashen slammed into Yang Ling’s eyebrows.

Just at the moment of the return of the Yuanshen, a clear consciousness fell into the mind of Yang Ling.

"I am the **** of death, Corato, the guard of the dead, Tutkamon, you are... the **** of war?"

Death Corlatus? What the hell?

God of War? What is it?

Yang Ling felt that his head was a little rusty and squeaky. He couldn’t turn around completely. Could it be that the bronze geeks in the bronze palaces were called the gods?

Could it be said that this big man is from the underworld, but how can it appear here? And is it possible to suppress the indigenous seals of the Gnomes? Since these races of goblins have long been hit by the falling waters, have they been buried here when the last reincarnation came?

Yang Ling feels that the shackles in his head are only ringing, but after thinking of the emergence of the miners system, the races that have appeared now have become more and more mythical. Even the legendary Greek mythology, Zeus, is standing by his side. There is a **** of death, it is not unusual at all, not to mention that even the goblin and the frost giant have met, even if there are more and more legendary characters, there should not be too many surprises.

Yang Ling was puzzled in his heart and stared nervously. He felt that this big man didn't seem to be trying his best, but he was still very alert. "Why are you being suppressed here?"

"I was caught in the battle with the Mozu. They suppressed me here and used magic to extract the power of my Necromancer for battle!" he said.

Mozu? Is it not a goblin or an elf, a dwarf, or a native of Warcraft?

Yang Ling is even more confused, but at this time he faced this huge embarrassment, he did not dare to have any carelessness. After all, this big 骷髅 shelf is now an enemy or a friend is still unclear, so he continued to back a few hundred meters and said cautiously: "I am not here to save you, but there is a magic seal, so come in and see, I am leaving. If you are free, just leave!"

Daxie shook his head. "I don't feel any scent in the underworld. Since you are the sacred warlord who controls the reincarnation, please allow me to follow you first."

"Follow me?" Yang Ling felt a bit stunned by the wild boar.

"Yes, I have been eroded by the power of time for too long. Without the repair of the water of the Styx, I can hardly recover. If the Mozu escapes me, I will be imprisoned again. God will be an adult. Please allow Tkamon follows you until you return to the underworld."

I rely on it!

Yang Ling excitedly stunned. The fighting power of this shackle is probably more horrible than the period of no regrets. It has been suppressed for countless years, and the strength has dropped very badly. If he recovers, it is not at least a mysterious situation. The fighting power is much better than the war and the war!

Yang Ling wants to be more excited, and nodded in a hurry and said, "Okay, then you will follow me first!"

Without any hesitation, Daxie squatted directly on the gravel: "U Tutkamon vowed to pledge all the loyalty to the sacred man before returning to the underworld. I swear in the name of the spirit of death. Never betray!"

"Hey~, scan for special information, this is processing..."

At the same time as the oath of the oath, the system prompts, but Yangling is a little bit forced, and the excitement has been poured a cold water.

"Information is wrong, the system can't handle it!"

But at the same time as Yang Ling’s dumb eyes, a blue light in the bronze palace under the soul tower of the town was projected, and a black and old paper shadow was condensed in the air. The characters on the top line slowly emerged, and the big ones The mouth spurted a red light, and it fell on the paper into a red-faced fangs, and then the black paper was smeared into a stream of light on Yang Ling's forehead.

Yang Ling felt his own **** trembled, and in the cold atmosphere, he felt the existence of a big cockroach, and he had a feeling of being connected with a god.

This is another kind of vow constraint that is completely different from the system. This feeling makes Yang Ling feel more full of natural atmosphere. He can communicate with the gods almost without using the system, but the only regret is that... Nima seems to Can't summon and follow.

It seems that these two methods have their own merits.

Yang Ling put away the town soul tower and small gourd, let go of the gods and swept it. Now the whole space has collapsed, and the location is in the huge blue stone monument, but this is the stone monument has been broken. Only half of it is left, and that huge golden mask has disappeared.

"Tutkamon, let me go!"

Yang Ling resounded Zeus ~www.readwn.com~ Then he took a shot and rolled the aura to push the gravel away. The body stood outside the stone.

I saw a giant cockroach that was eight hundred meters high and appeared behind Yang Ling. A group of trolls, like the enemies, appeared in the 10,000-meter-high magical soul.

"Don't be nervous, he is Tutkamon, a follower of my new arrival, and come over to meet!"

Yang Ling was in a good mood at this time, although his head was still a dizzy pain, but it was painful and happy.

A white-level hitter is really happy and cannot be expressed in words.

Among the suspicions and sorrows of a group of trolls, 冼沧澜, Ding Cong, and Chu Yuan, Yang Ling swayed in the system with a hundred-meter-meter-high scorpion, and suddenly all the people in the system were scared. The timidity is directly paralyzed, and the frightening is not to go offline or to run away, just like a frying.

I rely on it, what are the mice? Is it so small?

Yang Ling’s face is very dark, showing serious contempt and helplessness to his performance.

However, this embarrassment is indeed too big. Standing in the courtyard of the second main city, it is full of visual and psychological pressure.

"Tutkamon, can you be smaller?" Yang Ling is very entangled in the hands of the gods and communicate with the big brother.

"Can!" The big nodded nodded, then the white light flashed, and the black heart grew out of the heart with countless vines, entangled in the white skeleton like a flowering branch. As the sound of the cymbals continued to ring, the huge cymbal racks were very It was reduced to about a hundred meters, and the black vines were also turned into black patterns to fill all the bones. 8