Mixed Miners

Under the shackles, Yang Ling was quickly dragged to the deepest part of the hall by the big tiger and Jin Yu.

In front of me, it is a huge statue sitting on a black stone bench with a height of 500 meters. It is the legendary dragon sacred monarch.

The height of the statue is close to three kilometers, and the whole body is covered with heavy bronze armor. The calmness of the statue is imposing, one hand is placed on the armrest, the other hand is flat on the chest, and the condescending eyes are looking down. It seems to be observing the hands. Things, and behind a tens of kilometers of the size of the green dragon is more vivid and vivid like a real dragon, Zhang Fang dance claws fiercely overbearing arrogance of the entire sky.

Yang Ling’s knowledge wiped out and found that the statue had no special features except for the huge expressive body. Instead, the chair under the statue’s buttocks aroused his interest. This chair turned out to be a whole piece of Xuanjing ore. I am afraid that it will not be worth hundreds of millions of tons.

I rely on, Yang Ling stunned!

This chair is 10,000 times more expensive than the one in the Lingxiao Palace. If you sit on it every day, it is estimated that you can finally realize the power of the righteousness without training. If you sell it to the system, the value is probably high. Outrageous, because at the time of the Xuanjing mine, the value of a fist is one hundred million stars.

Yang Ling thought about it for a moment, and suddenly there was a feeling that he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t even figure it out. The value of this chair could not be estimated with the stars.

After flowing for a while in the chair, Yang Ling turned back and asked, "Where do the two seniors start to feel?"

Both of them shook their heads. The big tiger said: "I heard that it is necessary to obtain the approval of the town's monument, and then I can feel the image of the god, but now the town's monument has been lost, or you will feel the statue of the creation of the Holy King!"

Can you still be more reliable? Yang Ling couldn't help but turn a blind eye.

“Where did the original Zhentian monument be placed?” Yang Ling looked around and asked.

The big tiger pointed to the right hand of the dragon sacred statue on the chest and said: "The original town monument is placed in the right hand of the statue of the holy priest. Every time the pilgrimage is worshipped, the holy prince will have a projection."

Yang Ling stood on the right hand of the statue as soon as he swayed.

The palm of the hand is three hundred meters in size, and there is only one gossip-shaped base in the center of the palm, and the center is empty.

"Boom~"

Suddenly in the calm sea of ​​God, the shaking of the mountain suddenly, since entering the sea of ​​gods, like the nine-year-old ten-day monument of the old turtle, suddenly and violently shaking, driving the entire dojo to shake.

Yang Ling directly released the control of the power of the soul, only to see the illusory light and shadow of his feet released, and instantly zoomed into a dojo projection with a diameter of tens of thousands of kilometers.

Almost at the same time, his eyebrows burst into black light, turning into a black stone with cracks, and a bang on the base of the center of the statue's palm.

The stone monument and the base are seamless, but at the moment of the stone monument, the statue sitting on the side suddenly violently shakes, and two white light in the eyes are reflected on the town Tiantian and Yang Ling.

An extremely vast atmosphere invaded the sea of ​​Yangling.

"After the reincarnation of the tenth century, it will be completed, and I will not bear the sacred respect of the sacred, and will be alive for the Wansang Cangsheng, the door of fate has been opened, and the deity is in place!"

"Boom~" The whole hall trembled abruptly. The dragon behind the statue came alive and slammed into the sea of ​​Yangling, and then fluttered the claws of Yangling.

I rely on! Yang Ling’s soul is not attached to the body. The Yuanshen rushed to run the Qinglong true thunder, but found that the gods have been imprisoned, and they can’t do anything at all.

"Boom~"

The dragon threw himself into the body of the Yuanshen, and the thunder of the Qingguang was splashed in the sky. The breath of the imperial **** was instantly broken, but the Qinglong who rushed to the Yuanshen disappeared without a trace, but the information of a stock was like a flood. Generally poured into the mind of Yang Ling.

When I saw this information, Yang Ling was completely sluggish.

"I... I turned out to be the Dragon King? How is this... How is it possible?"

Yang Ling stood in the hands of the statue of Long Jun Sheng Jun. His body stood like a thunder, his face was sluggish, and his mouth could be stuffed into a big duck egg.

After a long time, Yang Ling was so awake, staring at the town of Tiantian, muttering to himself, "Impossible, my name is Yang Ling, how could it be the dragon sacred prince? I have been a peasant of the peasant family." Will it be the top of this character with Long Hao Shengjun, must it be wrong? Right, it is the system... It must be the miners system. From the time I got the miners system, my life has changed. Now I am even with the whole earth. Life has changed..."

Underneath the statue, the Big Tiger and the Golden Jubilee were both scared by a series of things that happened at the temple.

"Sick cat...cat..., this is the town's monument?" Jin Hao's crown on the head was smashed at the moment, and the shawl was a little disorganized.

"Yes, this is the town's monument. I didn't expect this last reincarnation. It really made him successful. It seems that this eight circles have been saved!" The big tiger looked at Yang Ling, standing on the palm of the statue, excitedly playing. Pendulum.

At this time, Yang Ling is still in the same tide as the tides ~ www.readwn.com ~ The statue of Long Yu Shengjun brought him the information shock is too big, so that he can not accept it for a while.

Yang Ling looked up at the big eyes of the statue. The moment of confrontation, the gods were completely immersed in it. Yang Ling lost himself. He didn’t know where he was, just like standing at the end of the endless empty world. The emptiness of the black lacquer, slowly, the two-point color highlights appear in the darkness of the emptiness, and then more and more, slowly gather into a group of colored vortex suspended in front of the eyes to gently turn, the whirlpool among the hundreds of millions of colors Flashing annihilation, every light spot is like a brand new world, and every time it flashes, it seems that there is a world annihilation, and the birth and death are repeated in an instant.

Living in nothingness, dying in nothingness, reincarnation in nothingness.

As the idea rose, a sigh of breath slowly emanated from Yang Ling, and the space around the body began to turn into a smoke collapse, slowly forming a dark vortex centered on his body, and the vortex slowly turned, the statue The body, Xuanjing most of the chair, the town Tianbei are slowly followed by the collapse of the endless darkness of nothingness.

In the sea of ​​Yang Ling, a dark vortex also appeared at the same time. The statue body, the Xuanjing chair and the town Tiantian, which disappeared outside, converge in the center of the dojo.

As the statue of Longyi Shengjun slowly disappeared, at the foot of Yangling's dojo, a huge statue of phantom slowly appeared, sitting on the stone chair, and Yang Ling's body was still standing in the hands of the statue. A dark town monument, still emitting a faint black light. !!