Mixed Miners

"Boom~~"

A 10,000-meter monster with a scalp flesh rushed out from the intersection of the two armies, roaring into the camp of the elves, a large number of elves and Warcraft under the impact of the monsters collapsed like sand, and instantly hit the squad, the elves camp Directly being plucked by a monster into a gap of hundreds of kilometers.

A figure wearing a black armor suddenly vacated from the monster, and disappeared in one step. When it appeared again, it was already thousands of kilometers away, and a purple scimitar appeared in the hand, facing more than ten kilometers. A nearly 1000-meter-long snow white Warcraft smashed down, and on the back of Warcraft, stood an old magician with a pointed hat and a robes.

A burst of silver flashed in the sky, and an elf wearing a silver-patterned armor suddenly appeared. The hand pointed forward, and a silver pistol directly penetrated the void and appeared in front of the black armor.

"噗~"

One of the light and shadow, the long gun was heavily poked on the chest of the black armor figure, and then the long shot was hidden in the void and flew thousands of kilometers away like a meteor falling to the ground.

"Boom~"

Along with the shaking of the mountain, the ground collapsed into a large pit of several tens of square kilometers. Under the violent impact, all the thousands of square kilometers of the nearby mountains collapsed.

At the very center of the pit, the end of the long gun was still shaking, and the figure of the black armor was pierced in the chest, and was stabbed in the bottom of the pit.

This time, the match was like a fuse, and more than a dozen black shadows of the two armies crossed the air, and behind the elves' camp, one by one wearing silver, gold, green, red and other beautiful armor also vacated. Stepping through the void and welcoming it.

......

"噗~~"

In less than two minutes, Yang Ling suddenly squirted a blood, his face paled a few times, and the long gun in his hand fell to the ground, and the picture in his mind was instantly broken.

"Is this the scene of the war at the time?" Yang Ling felt dizzy, and his mental power could not bear such a complicated stream of consciousness.

Yang Ling turned his head and stared at the black armor on the ground. Only then did he feel the fear and a cold sweat.

According to the battlefield image recorded on the rifle, Yang Ling does not need to guess. The guy who has just been killed by the soul tower of the town is definitely a super master in the underworld. He can make a teleport in the magical path, at least in the realm. The above existence may be higher, because Yang Ling is now full of virtual reality, not to mention the teleportation, even the space is completely inseparable, this gap can not be counted in the road, and the elf family is even more powerful, only one The gun will fix it and it has been suppressed for a billion years.

Billion years! The reincarnation is already coming to an end in the universe, but this guy is still not dead, and it is still so powerful.

In an instant, Yang Ling feels that the chrysanthemum is cool.

At the same time, I was very fortunate that I had a good luck. I didn’t meet it one billion years ago. The brain filled the scene of the encounter. Yang Ling stunned and squinted and turned his gun.

"Yang... Yang Daoyou, you... you are also a demon... Mozu?" The big gourd climbed over at this time, asking for a few meters away from Yangling.

He is too familiar with the soul tower of the town. It is the treasure of the town palace of the Taoist Palace. It is said to have been handed down hundreds of millions of years ago.

The dragon soul law is even more shocking to him.

Yang Ling shook his head and walked to Gao Wenfeng's side. This matter is now unclear. Yang Ling is too lazy to pull, and also gives some suspense to the big gourd.

After helping Gao Wenfeng comb the body, Yang Ling asked Ding Cong: "How? See what?"

"This should be a good thing, but unfortunately I don't know the specific role. I can feel very rich energy from it, and there is a voice that constantly calls me to eat him." Ding Cong said with the statue in his hand.

"It's best to be careful, don't forget the thing that I told you about the Xuanjing mine. This statue is almost exactly the same as the bronze statue. It should be something that can control the soul of the underworld." Yang Ling smashed. After one sentence, I sat down cross-legged and pulled out a lot of medicinal herbs into my mouth.

In the first battle, I almost consumed most of his aura and had to recover quickly.

A group of Mozus looked at Yang Ling with trepidation and sneaked in and found a place to sit down.

They chased Yang Ling all the way above the Magic Mountain, but never knew that Yang Ling’s **** was actually a green dragon.

After seven or eight hours, Yang Ling opened his eyes and saw Ding Cong soaking in the black puddle. The faint red flame tumbling over his head, and the black liquid became a water dragon constantly blending into his body, churning In the dark fog, a purple-gold phantom loomed over him, as the same armor wrapped him in it.

"Cushing trough ~" Yang Ling scared a big jump, and quickly released the knowledge of the body fell on Ding Cong, found that everything is normal, but the smell of the body is more gloomy and strange, the soul feels and touched a piece of ice.

Yang Ling originally wanted to stand up and stop Ding Cong, but thought about it and annihilated the idea.

Everyone has their own choices. Everyone has the opportunity of everyone. They can't guide them to a glorious road. After all, they still have a black eye for the future. They don't know the former. How to go.

I thought it was necessary to practice all the way to the realm, Xuanjing~www.readwn.com~ but after touching the information left by the magic civilization in the golden compass, especially after learning to use the consciousness and mental power to release the magic, he felt It is not the best choice to continue to cultivate the soul of the soul. Perhaps it is the same as the cheap master of his own, pure Yangzi. Even if he reaches the real state, he realizes the righteousness. I am afraid that the eight ultimate basic rules cannot be grasped. Take control, let alone use it.

According to the words of the war and the war, the nine sacred palaces of the mysterious world and the reaper camp of the underworld have been in a downwind in the battle. Is it understandable that the power of practicing the soul can not fight against the bronze geeks even if it is to the mysterious world? The magical civilization can be attacked into the underworld, and even the magic can be used to extract the power of the underworld creatures for combat. It can be seen that the magical civilization through the cultivation of spiritual power, the power of deepening the consciousness is more than the cultivation and research of the human spirits. A more powerful way of power.

What's more, now Xuanjie has been decaying and decaying. Even if he cultivated himself into the Xuanjing, he still can't resist the invasion of the underworld. Once the Xuanjie completely collapses, the world is completely finished. Even if there is a miner system in hand, I am afraid it will not die.

The magic civilization says that there are eight worlds with the same mysterious world, and there are exactly eight kinds of ultimate rules. What is the connection between them?