Mixed Miners

"There should be some contact. We just fell into the magical field in that earthquake. Perhaps because of the earthquake, there have been some changes in this magical genre. These geniuses may come from the underworld." Yang Ling said his own thoughts, of course, only guessing. Because although he has read a lot of information about the elves, there are still not many concepts in mind.

"Ah! Isn't that the exit of the underworld is very close to us?" The coffin was shocked and his face was white.

Yang Ling shook his head and said, "It doesn't necessarily mean that from the earthquake to the encounter between you and the Nguyen, the interval is more than a month, that is to say, the passage between the place and the underworld may be about a month away."

The coffin breathed a sigh of relief, and then cautiously asked: "Wang, if a large number of people know about the city, once the masses gather to attack, I am afraid that the defense enchantment will not support the early closure."

"Reassured, I will definitely find a way to leave before the enchantment is closed!"

Yang Ling stared at the other genus outside the enchantment, and when the body swayed, he walked out of the enchantment and stood behind Ding Cong.

"Second second, you don't interfere, this guy is mine!" Ding Cong raised his long knife in his hands.

Yang Ling shrugged indifferently. "You hurry up. I just asked the Queen. These gangs may come from the underworld. We have to figure out where they are!"

“Really?” Ding Cong stunned.

"Well, if it is true, I am afraid this trouble is big!" Yang Ling nodded.

"Well, see what the brothers are doing for you to cut the melons and cut vegetables!" Ding Cong screamed, his body vacated and he was five or six meters high, and the long knife in his hand smashed against the Migh.

"When ~~~"

The Nguyen also vacated, and the long knife in his hand swayed Ding Cong's powerful blow. In the violent impact, with a loud noise, a black light broke out between the two long knives. In the middle, the rolling black mist rolled out in all directions, and the blink of an eye revealed a vacuum zone with a diameter of several hundred meters.

"Come back~!" After landing, Ding Cong, who had retired more than ten steps, rushed out again, hitting Huashan.

"When ~~"

The long knife was once again blocked by the Nguyen, but the Glan also slid back out seven or eight meters in the powerful blow, and the ground was plowed out two deep trenches.

Ding Cong immediately waved a long knife and rushed up, so the two smashed and fought at the gate of the city, screaming and screaming, oh, just like the fight between the two rivers and lakes in the martial arts novels.

After a few minutes, Ding Cong gradually gained the upper hand. The Nguyen squatted and retreated, and he was so busy that he could not resist the situation.

Thousands of elves have gathered on the wall, and they are all nervously watching the outside of the enchantment. Countless elf warriors are glaring in the eyes. Some of them have recently played with this kind of genius, but most of them have been beaten. Temper, when you meet, you can only flee quickly, or you will lose your life if you are not careful. If you can be as powerful as Ding Cong, you can be just as good as the Ning.

And more people are puzzled. Ding Congming is a gang, why do you help the elves, can the new Wang Lian can be conquered?

"Dead ~ ~" With Ding Cong a loud scream, the long knife once again slammed down again, "When 啷~" The long knife in the hand of the Hmong was smashed out, "咔嚓~" Ding Cong's long knife The hat is also split in half.

"Wait~" Yang Ling will take a step forward.

But almost at the same time, Ding Cong’s long knife was so cold that the moment on the head of the gang’s scalp stopped, and then the blade ran on the neck of the gang, and Ding Cong took it. Stumbled on the ground.

"I rely on, dry up? I almost angered Laozi!" Ding Cong turned his head in a bad mood.

Yang Ling: "This guy may be a scout, first ask him about the situation!"

After half an hour.

An old magician took a crystal ball and a map of the animal skin into the tent and said to Yangling that he was bent over and said: "Respected king, you guessed it, the gang that was defeated by your friend is indeed a Pathfinders, they have more than a thousand people in the army, two hundred kilometers away, may attack our city at any time, but they are not from the underworld, but through a time and space crack 30,000 kilometers ......"

"what?"

Yang Ling’s brow wrinkled, and when he lifted his hand, he grabbed the crystal ball and the animal skin. He first fell into the crystal ball and then spread the skin, and then spread the skin, which marked a crack in the city. Write the 30,000 symbols in Elvish.

The Elves and the Nings have experienced a billion-year war. They have long been proficient in the language of the underworld, and they have long stored these meditation languages ​​in the crystal ball. They only need to read with consciousness. Can learn in a short time, so ordinary learning is very easy and easy for the elves. Each elf can quickly master various languages ​​and magic knowledge. What they usually do is to constantly cultivate spiritual strength and exercise. Consciousness, the ability to communicate with magical energy.

Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and the Hmong did not come from the underworld. That means that there would be no Hmong forces coming out of the underworld to attack the gates of Hell, and according to the interrogation records in the crystal ball, this group suddenly emerged from the cracks in time and space. The clan, turned out to be a genie left behind after the war of billions of years ago, after the elves’ curse of magical life, many of the sects fled to the underworld~www.readwn.com~ The entrance to the gates of Hell is collapsing, and then many are involved in different time and space. That place is a dead void, without the slightest glory, only a solitary planet.

Void...a planet...

Yang Ling’s heart was moving, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. “The sixth, we may have found clues to the task of the town’s main star!”

Ding Cong sighed a big joy, "Let me see!"

So Yang Ling threw the crystal ball over, Ding Cong took a look at the consciousness in his hand, and then he slammed into the table and slammed his hands and feet, and climbed up for three minutes.

"I hate the crystal ball!" Ding Cong paled the crystal ball to the side of Gao Wenfeng, Gao Wenfeng bite his teeth and watched it with consciousness. He slammed into the table and began to pump. The crystal ball rolled to a group of Mozu. before.

The big gourd rolled up the crystal ball with a green vine. After a few seconds, if it was handed over to the big elder next to it, the elder elders pumped and used the consciousness to check the record inside the crystal ball, then the face was white and turned white. The gasping chair is not moving.