Mixed Miners

The ground is full of gravel on the ground, and there are also various bones and messy stone tools. In Yangling's view, this level is basically the same as that of the primitive people on the earth more than 100,000 years ago.

There should be no practitioners here! This is Yang Ling’s first judgment.

There is also the elves should be very poor, because the eyes of these dozens of people and women are almost the same, thin skinny bones do not say, there are no clothes to wear, one wrapped in the same rotted vine cloth as Yang Ling, unkempt is like here It has been living in the dark cave for decades.

The woman took Yang Ling and quickly walked around the stone hall from another side into the cave. When she walked out of the stone hall, Yang Ling saw a guy happy to grab a leg full of worms from the crack of the stone and stuffed it into his mouth. Chew a few drops of yellow-green liquid with a mouth full.

I rely on, so disgusting!

Yang Ling quickly left the stone hall.

Turning the two bends again, the air began to have the familiar feeling of oppression, and the body began to become a little stiff with the tension. It passed through a pile of fallen stones, and it was like a black mist that was fascinating. The poisonous mist generally fills the whole world.

In the looming, Yang Ling saw a huge skeleton, and the black gas from the skeleton continued to emanate from the skeleton.

It turns out that these black gases are emitted from this skeleton!

"What is this?" Yang Ling pointed at the skeleton.

The woman thought about it and shook her head, then made a gesture to go forward. Yang Ling probably understood it. This is what he meant to keep up, so he had to follow it.

About twenty minutes later, I walked around a huge skeleton with a length of kilometers and came to an open space. The woman pointed at a place and started to squat.

"You mean to save me here?" Yang Ling was surprised to point to his nose.

The woman nodded again and again. Although the two people did not understand each other, they belonged to the higher-intelligence race, and they were humanoid creatures. Basically, they even figured out the meaning.

Well, Yang Ling feels that he belongs to the kind of God who is blessed to live.

It was actually strayed to the extent of the life of the elves.

The black mist had a great influence on Yang Ling. It only stayed for more than 20 minutes. Yang Ling felt that he had a sign of drowsiness, but what made him strange was that the woman did not react.

Soon after, the woman took Yang Ling back to the small hole that started.

Yang Ling is very depressed. In this unfamiliar place, the communication has become the biggest obstacle. Now he is like a blind eye, completely black eyes.

So after a while, Yang Ling did not go out again, but all day meditation to practice Jiu Xuan Zhenzhen, the silky aura in the body can barely run, but it is always unable to enter the state of entry, nor can it be internal view Open the hole, let alone call the power of the soul.

Women come almost every day, sometimes with some weird food, some like dried insects, some like withered plants, and some dried roots, and Yang Ling always shakes his head and refuses, so women I had to be quiet and look at it for a few minutes before I left.

On this day, the woman came again, but in her hand she held a broken stone bowl. There was still a large bowl of viscous liquid in the bowl. Yangling looked at the dirty stone bowl and smelled it. The taste of the appetite, and I shook my head and refused.

He is full of virtual reality, his body has been fully spiritualized, even if he does not eat or drink for tens of thousands of years, he will not hang, but the woman reluctantly put the stone bowl in front of him again. After several times, Yang Ling finally can't stand the woman. The sad eyes, then took the stone bowl, pinched his nose and poured it into his mouth.

"Voice~"

Yang Ling almost spit out, Nima is too sticky, like a bowl of glue, accompanied by the bitter taste, a bowl of liquid that can not distinguish the color and composition will slide into the stomach along the throat .

Then there was a fire burning in the stomach, just like eating a large bowl of chili sauce, but then a hot energy spread slowly along the stomach to other parts of the body, just like thousands of fine needles, non-stop Passing through his body, a sweat swollen from Yang Ling's body pores.

poisonous? This thought flashed away in Yang Ling’s mind, because he saw the woman’s concern and knew that she did not have any reason to poison herself. So Yang Ling quickly put out the five-hearted posture and began to practice Jiu Xuan Zhen’s resistance to this stock. heat.

As a master of virtual reality, Yang Ling really thinks that there are still many things in the world that can poison themselves.

But the next cultivation, but Yang Ling found that in this burning energy stimulation, the aura in the body actually speeded up a little faster ~www.readwn.com~ Although not obvious, but he still felt.

So Yang Ling was immersed in cultivation, and tried to guide the silk aura to communicate the soul.

Time flies for a long time, and when Yang Ling feels that the burning sensation in the body has disappeared, this opens his eyes and finds that the woman has left.

Although still unable to guide the success of Jiu Xuanzhen, Yang Ling seems to have found a gateway to success.

So Yang Ling stood up and walked outside the cave. He is now eager to find the woman and find out where the hard-to-drink thing was.

And even more uncertain, this thing may help to resist the black mist outside.

A few minutes later, Yang Ling fumbled to the stone hall.

There are still seven or eight guys in the stone hall who are knocking on the stone wall to catch bugs.

Yang Ling did not care about them. He quickly ran through the stone hall and went outside the cave. When he just ran to the gravel area of ​​the cave, a thin little boy rushed in and panted. After seeing Yang Ling, he slammed and grabbed. An alley in his arm.

Hey~!

Yang Ling is very strange, this little boy does not know himself!

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Well, half a minute later, Yang Ling confirmed from the anxious look of the little boy that he must need his own help, so he had to follow.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Yang Ling suddenly found that he did not seem to feel too much in the past two times in the fog, he could not breathe the sense of dullness and depression, it seems to be much easier.

It must be the change brought by that bowl of strange liquid.

Yang Ling’s heart is more and more trying to find a woman and figure out what it is.

The little boy took Yang Ling and walked for half an hour. He walked through several huge skeletons along the way and finally came to a canyon.