Mixed Miners

"The second child is the genus, what should I do?" Ding Cong has already put the black armor on his body.

"Can you see?" Yang Ling asked with suspicion.

"I can feel it, but it is very vague!" Ding Cong nodded solemnly.

As the distance between the two sides is getting closer, the image of Yang Ling’s thoughts is getting clearer and clearer. There are eight people in total, but not all of them are genres. In front, there is an armor in armor, holding one in his hand. Zhang Gong, there is also an arrow pot on the back, but it looks like it is hurt, and squatting on the abdomen, it will be caught by the guy who is waving a long knife in the back.

"The second child is standing in front of the station, everyone is ready to fight!" Yang Ling apocalypse lost Ding Cong a roll, and then wrapped in more than a dozen people step into the black fog, the huge hook Chen Feijian suddenly reduced, turned into a streamer Then disappeared.

Seventy kilometers away.

The elf who stumbled and ran suddenly slammed into a huge bone, and had not had time to get up. A guy wrapped in black fog rushed from behind and slammed down with a long knife.

The elf had to go back and resist it with the bow in his hand.

"砰~~"

The bow arm was broken into two pieces, and the long knife was cut like a broken bamboo against his throat.

In the moment of despair, accompanied by a scream of 'slot', a black figure suddenly flew out of the black fog and then slammed into the long knife. When slammed, the guy with the long knife was knocked over. The long knife in the hand also fell to the ground, and the suddenly appearing figure also slammed down on the huge bones.

"Yang Er Er, my uncle!" Ding Cong, who fell to the ground, squatted and climbed up. He raised his hand and grabbed the long knife on the ground and rushed up against the knocked down guy.

"噗~"

Ding Cong took a knife and fell, a head rising from the sky, and then the headless body was smashed out by Ding Cong.

The latter guys are the gangsters, and they have a strong sense of death. So Ding Cong does not have the slightest softness to kill. Although he ignited the undead fire, he is generally a genie, but he is a tribe. There is no enlightenment. Killing compatriots is like cutting vegetables and cutting vegetables.

The elf who had almost closed his eyes and died was holding a half-cut bow in his hand, and the rest of the gangs stopped. All the guards raised their long knives and stared at Ding Cong.

"嘭~"

Just in the strange silence of the scene, a colorful gourd more than ten meters high fell from the sky and slammed on the ground, accompanied by a slight shaking of the ground, a bucket of thick vines emerged from the gourd mouth, and then fluttered Between la la, countless vines blinked open, like a python, the remaining six genres were all entangled in a slap in the face, only listening to a series of sly sounds, accompanied by awkward strange Called, several of the sects were directly pulled into the ground.

The battle blinks is over.

The white light flashed in the sky, accompanied by a burst of energy fluctuations, Yang Ling with Gao Wenfeng and a group of demons appeared.

In fact, when Yang Ling saw that the elf had to fall, he arrived at this time, but it took up to three seconds.

For three seconds, if you put it on the earth, he can almost fly out of the solar system through the void, but here he can't pass through 100 kilometers, and Yang Ling knows that he communicated with the big gourd a few days ago. Being able to release the virtual souls and even use magic weapons and flying here is a miracle. Because the magical aura is completely different from the outside, the big gourd lived here for two million years, in addition to the rich death atmosphere, even a trace of silk. I don’t feel the power of the rules, let’s not fly, and I have to walk.

Yang Ling is also very confused. The final guess is that he has been exposed to the rules tree and his own influence on the reincarnation of the shrine.

From the resurrection of Xue Yuqin, his body has incorporated reincarnation rules, vain rules, life rules and death rules. Although these rules have not yet been understood, they do exist, and the big gourd also said that only the real contact has been The ruler may wake up under the magical world, so it is not too strange to have so many ultimate rules.

After all, the magical world is also part of the world, and the whole world is composed of rules.

Looking at the strange group of strange guys, the elves are very vigilant, but more are doubts.

This group of people seems to have a hatred with the Nguyen.

Yang Ling went straight to the side of the elf, and the gods could not help but frown. The broken armor had the effect of separating the gods, but the wounds on the abdomen and the wounds on the shoulders were very serious, and the blood continued to flow out. So I knelt down and prepared to check it carefully. I ran for a few days along the way and finally saw an elf, and it was an elf with weapons wearing armor. It is estimated that there should be a large gathering place of elves nearby, or even a big gourd. The city of the elves.

"¥#@......" The elf leaned on the bone and pointed at Yang Ling with a half-handed bow in his hand. Obviously, because of excessive blood loss, the arm was still shaking.

“¥#...@&...” Yang Ling thought for a moment, then said several syllables intermittently, and the elf eyes flashed a little.

"I rely on, the second child, you will still speak Elvish?" Gao Wenfeng stood next to his face full of surprise.

Yang Ling said silently: "It’s been a few months, and it’s simple to remember to eat and drink Lazarus, but it’s impossible to communicate.”

"When you go, you should bring your woman!" Gao Wenfeng sighed.

Yang Ling turned a white eye, and then even said to the elf with the painting: "You don't want to be nervous, I will help you treat the wound."

After that, Yang Ling's fingers reached the abdomen's abdomen. The wound was more than a foot long, and it was pulled diagonally from the right rib to the left abdomen. The armor broke open, the muscles rolled out, covered with dust and dirt, and blood continued to flow. Exudation, if not treated, it is estimated that blood will soon die ~ www.readwn.com ~ Elf nervous to stand up, but then see Yang Ling fingertips a green light appeared, slowly gathered into a drop of clear The transparent water droplets suddenly appear like a ghost, and the mouth grows a few times, then the body stuns and faints.

The water of life was quickly integrated into the wound. With the faint green light, the wounds of the elf's abdomen soon began to heal. Yang Ling was able to concoct it, and once again condensed a drop of life on the wound of the elf's shoulder.

The water of life is just a simple primary life magic. The consumption of mental power is not great, but the loss of life is the life energy of the elf priest. It is also the essence of life. The reason why the pastor has a high status is this reason, loss. To save others, the test of morality is very great. Only the most kind and most selfless elves will generally choose to be a pastor. Although the elves will activate the spiritual species, they will continue to obtain life energy from the tree of life. A lot of consumption will still cause great harm and impact on the body.

But for Yang Ling, the **** magic of life water is completely drizzling for the consumption of life energy. The spiritual species in his **** sea has grown into a tree of life, and both have blossomed and released. Out of his own spirit, not to mention he also digested the life of the dragon, the sea of ​​life gathered a huge amount of life energy, has quickly become a green lake.