Mixed Miners

The effect of the Fuxi experiment also made everyone feel incredible.

A strong shield made of the skin of the top-order earth-based beasts is able to resist the attack of the true spirits of the monks.

This kind of strength defense is comparable to the fourth-order advanced vestments, and this vestment is currently not available in the system, and Sun Xiaojing's vestments are at the level of the fourth-order entry.

Of course, this is not the most powerful spell. The most powerful ones are the more than twenty kinds of charms that can't be made now. All of them are made with the blood of high-level spirit beasts. This level of spells, even if it is There were still unsuccessful attempts, and all the trials failed.

Looking at the last one, the beast leather paper broke down into pieces under the sickle, and smiled and dropped the sickle. The sweat on the forehead said: "Yang Daoyou, this Xuan Bingfu is too demanding for the aura and the soul. I have just entered the spiritual realm, and I can't write a mantra without any flaws at one time. I am afraid that I am not competent for more than twenty kinds of symbols."

Yang Ling shook his head indifferently and said: "You don't have to be frustrated. We just want to get the method of making spells. This month has been successful. For the rest of the time, you should consider whether there is commonality between magic and spells. Think about the feasibility of the magic scroll. As for the so-called charms, it is optional for us."

So the old man breathed a sigh of relief. This month, these spells successfully subverted his cognition and understanding of the spell, but he was also hit hard during the production process. In seven or eight days, it cost three souls, but none of them succeeded. He felt that he had no place to put an old face.

The three-headed beast was placed in nine days and ten places. At least it was worth millions of spiritual stones, and it was defeated by itself for three days.

Although the old man is frustrated, at this time, there is still a bunch of people in the lab, who are full of interest and interest.

Because this month, with the continuous development of Fuxi, the experiment in the yard of the town and the system of the system, led many people to follow the fun.

The original came from Chu Yuan, and the goods were killed when Zhang Yingquan was an old Taoist.

Later Gao Wenfeng and Yu Qiang also joined in.

Because Yang Ling’s sleepless nights and not going home, a group of widowed wives and young nephews came to care and inspect, and found that the production of Fuxi was very fun, so she was reluctant to leave.

A few days ago, Ding Cong, who accompanied the succubus to the Devil World, finally came back, and I saw it, oh! There is such a fun thing, so I don't return to his smart castle. After a few days of study, I have been able to produce five or six characters.

Fuxi production is not the same as boring cultivation. It is not the same as the professionally demanding refiner. Of course, it is not the same as the boring and time-consuming alchemy. It is not very demanding for the monk, and there is no complicated process, no matter Making a futon or engraving a mantra will make you unknowingly immersed in it.

So, now in the thousands of square meters of the laboratory, now filled with tables, each person's table is equipped with tools of similar size and size, of course, there are various colors of animal skin and animal blood and ink, one by one It’s not making a velvet paper, it’s just sighing and mourning, or even scratching your head and staring at the curse on the light curtain... oh...

"Hahahaha, Xiaogu is watching, my gods are successful again!" This is Han Xinglin.

"Giggle, my water scorpion is also successful!" Smile like a little hen is Xue Yurong, this voice is full of magic, and she laughs, while watching Yang Ling hard, let Yang Ling have no reason to take a nap.

"Hey..., still~~~~~~, come and teach the thunder of this great fairy!" This is the Chuyuan shrimp, which is holding a reddish charm and screaming at the chicken-like hair. The look of awkwardness is a mess.

Sun Xiaojing gently rubbed his brow, faintly looked at Chu Yuan and then put down the sickle, took a piece of Fuxi on the table and looked at it, then sighed and threw it into the **** next to it.

And the more than a dozen old Taoist priests now look younger and younger, like the half-slaughter old man of 50 or 60 years old, one with a long hair, wearing a meta-style robes, quite a fairy The taste of the bones, each standing in front of the table, calmly stepping on the fighting, dedicated to engraving the charm.

In a huge warehouse in the comprehensive magic test base, a protoss master came in and threw out a few meta-beasts from the space equipment, and the beasts that were thrown out were immediately peeled and dug by a group of Taoist priests. The blood will soon become a pile of flesh and blood, and then some people will take the flesh and blood and send them to the barbecue factory to roast into dried meat. The peeled skin will be sent to the spell after simple treatment. laboratory.

This month, the beasts sent by the Protoss are not worth a thousand, and the beasts are not under 20, but it seems that they are still not available, because the waste is too serious, such as the simplest magical character, a few meters in size Beast's animal skin, Yang Ling can make dozens of pieces in one go, but to Han Xinglin, basically can succeed even if God bless.

Another example is the spiritual spell, which is now wasting more than twenty beasts. In total, it is only ten, and the loss is almost ten times more successful. www.readwn.com~ If it is cost, then it’s all Disproportionate, if any sect is so defeated, it is estimated that the mast has been countless times.

But Yang Ling doesn't care. He is now rich in four worlds, including thousands of mortal interfaces, and the largest group of protoss of the Protoss. Under the rule of the Protoss, there are also human spirits and tens of thousands of races. No matter what Yang Ling wants, open the newsletter. The light curtain commands a few words, the resources will be sent continuously, the ordinary Yuan beast is simply not a thing, even the five-level top-level virtual beast, as long as Yang Ling needs, the Protoss will also move the speaker The ship will get it back, and if it is to live, it will be alive, and if it is to die, it will die. If you don’t die, you will only leave five points.

Waste, waste, what are you afraid of?

The younger brother is like the boss waste, the best boss and a group of defeated mothers, only such an opportunity to take a good shot of the boss, in order to mix face familiar, in order to brush the sense of existence.

Looking at a few brothers, a group of women, Yang Ling felt an abnormal tangled heart.

I haven’t been so happy for a long time.

But once they all know that the earth will not exist soon, what kind of mood will it be?