Mixed Miners

There is a huge dead tree in the center of the altar. The trunk of the dead tree is ten kilometers thick. Above the trunk, six thick chains of different colors entangle a huge golden scorpion with a height of nearly 100 kilometers on the trunk, and six huge The chains hang from the sky and connect to the six giant pillars on the edge of the altar.

The colorful energy rays are constantly emanating from the chains. If you look closely, these chains are like flames, some are like running water, some are like ice crystals, some are like air knives, entangled with each other, forming these six huge Chain of chains.

It seems that this place is also a place where the Mozu used to suppress the Nymphs, but this 骷髅 shelf is at least ten times more powerful than the undead guard Tutkamon, because no matter the size of the altar, the array The scale or the thickness and type of the chain are not the same.

A huge cockroach nearly 100 kilometers high, if you can use the size of the body to judge the strength, then this guy used to be at least a godfather, or even the main god.

Yang Ling’s heart couldn’t help but think of the palace of death and the words that Daxu had said.

Could it be... this guy is the **** of death Corato?

Moreover, this idea did not come out of thin air. First, Daxie said several times that he could not feel the call of death, that is to say, the **** of death was not in the underworld. The second is that he also said that his gods could not communicate. This situation shows that death may have been hung up, because only the dead **** can not support the gods, and the third is that the magical civilization attacked the underworld through the gates of **** one billion years ago. Daxie once said that death is responsible for guarding the gates of hell. According to the strength of a main god, even if the Mozu army is strong, it can at least block a lot of time, and will never let the Mozu easily break into the underworld. The only possibility is that the Mozu will plan ahead and start killing the gods. In order to cooperate with the three heads of the wolf, the door to **** should be opened.

Yang Ling felt that his speculation was not a problem.

Moreover, according to the experience of the last rescue of the amnesty, this larger embarrassment should not die. Although it has been bundled with six kinds of rule chains for more than one billion years, the guy who just went out to catch the spirit should be this guy, no doubt, because Yang Ling At this time, he fell on one of the big hands and found that one index finger had been broken.

Just as Yang Lingsi said how to verify his thoughts, a green light flashed suddenly above the altar, and a tree of more than two hundred meters high suddenly fell.

"Oops!" Yang Ling reached out and grabbed it. The power of the soul turned into a giant hand and grabbed the past to the spiritual tree, but it was when the big hand reached the edge of the altar.

"Boom~~"

A colorful brilliance vacated, the whole altar trembled a little, and a runeing energy barrier blocked Yang Ling's big hand.

The green light is fleeting, and Yang Ling can only watch the green saplings blend into the huge dead trees. Almost instantaneously, the central altar of the altar does not know how many years of trees emit a faint green light. The dry and cracked bark slowly reveals a hint of green, and some shoots begin to sprout leaves.

"嘎嘎嘎嘎~"

There was no huge skeleton that had never lived, and suddenly a cry of screaming and screaming, and then a horrible breath emanated, and Yang Ling couldn’t help but feel that the spirits were almost shaken by this horrible atmosphere.

So terrible, Yang Ling’s body slammed out for hundreds of kilometers, and looked pale and looked at the shackles that were constantly struggling on the altar.

"嘎嘎嘎嘎~"

As the green of the huge dead trees is getting brighter and brighter, a piece of green leaves begin to sprout, and one of the branches begins to stretch out and entangles the skeleton, and Yang Ling also finds that wherever the green light shines, the golden color The skeleton will begin to decay, and the golden powder will continue to scatter. The position where the branches are entangled, the bones will melt faster, and only those green branches will soon enter the bones, so Yang Ling can't help but look carefully. After a while, I found that this huge frame is almost scarred. The legs, arms, ribs and even the skull are full of mottled and rough like meteorites. There are also dense grooves and even several. The ribs of 100 meters thick are already almost broken, and the more terrible is the spine of the skeleton, which is tightly tied to the big tree by six chains, so the trunk of the big tree is like a soldering iron. Nearly a kilometer thick, the spine bones are already fragile to the point where they will break at any time.

It turned out that Yang Ling suddenly realized.

In order to suppress this guy, the Mozu did not hesitate to use a mature spiritual tree. The price can be said to be unprecedented. In this long crackdown, the tree of the genus is gradually consumed by life until it dies.

And the huge six-pointed star array method is to continuously extract the life energy of the spiritual species from above. After a long period of time, the stumps are gradually decaying, leaving only a thin branch until they resurrect them through Lingyue. Feeling that it may not be able to suppress this amnesty, directly absorb the resurrected spirits into the dead tree and continue to suppress, and the aunt must have felt this danger before preparing to take the spirit outside the altar. Kind of destruction.

Unfortunately, Yang Ling used a dragon gun to stab a finger ~ www.readwn.com ~ led to no success, and Daxie also found Yang Ling, grimace rushed into Yangling's Shenhai, and was also suppressed by Chaos Zijinling.

If this big cockroach is really the **** of death in the underworld, then for the power of magical civilization, Yang Ling once again pulled up a few points in his heart.

The Lord God, how arrogant the existence, is equivalent to the largest BOSS of the nine great palaces, the top of the real Xuanjing, but the eggs, captured by the magical civilization, the same as a ghost, hundreds of millions of years can not turn over.

But the magical civilization is so powerful that even a presence standing at the top of everything in the heavens and the earth can suppress it. Why is it that there is no way to escape and desperately attack the underworld?

Yang Ling even suspected the truth of the story.

The dead tree is now more and more dense, and a lot of delicate branches are constantly drawn out to the big cockroaches, and the screams of the big **** are getting more and more fierce, but no matter how he struggles, the six chains are getting tighter and tighter. The six rules of wind, water, fire, ice, space and time are intertwined into colorful brilliance, which transpires on the whole altar, and slowly drowns the hundred-kilometer-high scorpion.