Mixed Miners

As the dragon skeleton swims, the bones of the body continue to blow up, the speed is getting slower and slower, the tail, ribs and spine are slowly blasting, the skeleton becomes more and more broken, and there are thousands of swimming distances from the shore. At the time of the rice, the neck began to explode. When it finally reached the edge, the head began to explode. When one of its claws hit the ground, the whole skeleton fell completely, one root. All the pieces fell into the plasma and quickly dissolved and disappeared. The small green gold beads burning with the flaming flames fell from the popped skeleton chest and suspended in the plasma.

After ten days passed, the four-color thunder in the tiankeng has faded.

At the bottom of the pit, there seems to be a prehistoric behemoth crouching in it, and a stock of extremely horrible momentum is constantly coming out.

In the sky, the two vortices have merged into one, covering the rotation of hundreds of millions of miles of space.

"The old palace owner, why is the robbery still not lost? Is it that the dragon has not succeeded?"

A group of people stood nearly a thousand kilometers away, floating in the air and looking at the location of the Dragon Point, the great elders trembled to ask the big gourd.

The big gourd is also a confused face shaking his head.

Although he has not experienced thunder, but as the saying goes, he has never seen pork and saw pig running. He is quite thorough about the thunder, but it is also a state of force.

He has never heard of four kinds of robbery, and he has not heard that the thunder has been going on for so long. If the dragon has not smashed the first few thunders, then the thunder in the sky should dissipate. If the smashing past, the successful catastrophe will also dissipate, if it is still in the robbery, then the robbery will continue to fall, not for more than ten days without the slightest movement!

Ding Cong and Gao Wenfeng were silent and their faces were gloomy. Under such a violent thunder, the possibility of Yang Ling’s survival was too small, but they could not give up and left the place, they could wait, wait for the sky. The robbery disappeared and see if Yang Ling is still alive. If Yang Ling is really dead, the future will be dark. These few people, relatives and friends in the system, and even the whole earth will fall into the doomsday and completely lose hope. .

Among the tiankeng, Yang Ling was sitting under the soul tower of the town, and the colorful stars in the eyes flashed and annihilated, like the cosmic starry sky.

Among his gods, the previous violent four-color robbery has completely disappeared, and the three fruits have completely melted at this time.

Yuanshen sitting cross-legged in the center of the Eight Diagrams, the five-color electro-optic flashing, the bronze armor has been solidified, and a half-real, half-defective, blue-and-white dragon is directly around his body, his eyes are fierce, hegemony, the purple gold on his head. After a rare thunderstorm, the colored bells seemed to be much clearer, and the patterns on them were faintly visible.

However, Yang Ling did not bother to study the bell. The **** of the gods opened his mouth, and the tower of the town’s soul tower was suddenly opened. The thundering light of the outside was like a breakthrough in the catharsis, and it poured into the tower. Then, like a flood, the entire soul tower of the town was filled, and its body was completely submerged. At the same time, a large amount of thunder light also fell into his sea of ​​gods.

The three already melted fruit is wrapped in a raging robbery into a huge electric light. It is suspended in the center of the Shenhai Sea. In the eDonkey, the golden crimson ray is constantly absorbing the energy of robbery, and then slowly blending in Together, a vast momentum emerged from Yang Ling, piercing the thunder and rushing into the sky, stirring the huge vortex on the sky, and the dazzling color of electric awns quickly condensed in the center of the vortex.

After the four-color thunder robbery, Yang Ling’s realm once again took a big step, and the melting of the fruit began to cast the dojo.

This step spans even more. From the conclusion of the fruit to the creation of the dojo, it is only a matter of more than ten days, and this process is in the spiritual world, which takes at least a million years.

The scent of Yang Ling is getting stronger and stronger, the vortex of the sky is turning faster and faster, and the color electric light in the center of the vortex is also gathering more and more glaring, and the radiant light shines through the entire mountain range.

But after five days, the thunder has never fallen.

At this time, in the crater under the Longjiao Peak, the previous four-color robbery has disappeared completely, and the bottom of the pit is 100 kilometers deep. Yang Ling sits cross-legged in the soul tower of the town, and the color of the eyes is more powerful. In the depths of the eye, an illusory Taiji ghost is hidden.

The electric light in the Shenhai Sea has been completely swallowed by the three fruites, melting into a mass of liquid suspended in the air and changing shapes, sometimes like a mountain, sometimes like a river, and sometimes like Various plants and flowers or birds and beasts.

"It's time?"

Sitting in Yangling's inner view of Shenhai, the time to feel the breakthrough has matured, hesitated a little, and turned his hand to take out a coffin, opened it, and took out a medicinal medicine into his mouth.

The silence of Dao Dan, this is an auxiliary remedy that helps to enter the real world.

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For Yang Ling’s idiots and shame in the cultivation world, although the old man told him about some cultivation of the Tao, he has been practicing for too short, so short to be horrible, almost only ten centimeters... ...oh, no, it’s been more than ten years.

For more than ten years, from an ordinary mortal to the road... It is estimated that those who are ashamed of the power of Xuanjing will be smashed to death~www.readwn.com~ The moment of the entrance of Silentan, a stream of light poured into the sea of ​​gods.

Guided by the melting of the fruit, this stream of light directly poured into the melting fruit, and suddenly the whole Shenhai began to scream wildly, and the glare of the light radiated from the fruit juice cluster, as if the sun shone through the whole Shenhai, in the light, a mist of fog spread and spread, and soon it was filled with more than ten kilometers of size, rolling in the fog, a series of lightning began to appear, accompanied by thunderous thunder, large drops of colorful liquid As the rain falls, it falls in the center of the Eight Diagrams of Heaven and slowly gathers a piece of gray sand.

"Boom~~"

During the turbulent day, the whirlpool in the sky, the lightning that had accumulated for a long time finally fell. A red lightning flash of three kilometers thick penetrated the space and smashed into the crater under the dragon's peak.

Electro-optic splashes, the fire shines through the sky and dyes the sky.

In the tiankeng, the blink of an eye turns into a red lake that is tumultuous. Under the thundering lake, a black town soul tower is looming, and it is like a huge scorpion wrapped in electric awning, shaking slightly.