Mixed Miners

"Have you ever heard of a person named Promise Saint?" Yang Ling asked again.

The wind scorpion thought for a moment and shook his head and said: "The Kyushu mainland has had countless saints, but no one dares to call the sage, but there is a saint who is called the Promise in the legend. It is a ancestor of my style, allegedly talented. In just a few hundred thousand years, it broke through the holy order, but I don’t know why it was suppressed by the Holy Gate, so it’s just a flash in the pan.

Is the Promise of the Promise the Wind?

Yang Ling raised a doubt in his heart, but continued to ask, and found that the wind scorpion did not understand the ancestor of his own, because the legend is too long, even if the wind home has not destroyed the door, it can not find much about this person. The information, now the wind home has been broken to the point where only two or three kittens are left, these materials are even more difficult to query and research.

"Master, the things of this Kyushu are almost hidden in the family and Zongmen. Why do you want to ask about this?"

Looking at Yang Ling’s tangled expression, the wind scorpion still couldn’t hold back, because in his opinion, the question Yang Ling asked him to be very wrong, if it was for a few households in the cultivation field, let him The half-step saint of one of the nine ancient tribes was forced to sweep to the ground as a slave. It was really the point of crying to death.

Yang Ling was silent and looked at the wind and said: "Because I am not a Kyushu person, I am from..." Yang Ling pointed at the top of his head, "Let's come!"

"What?" The wind scorpion sneaked into the ground directly, and the winds next to it were stunned by the words.

"I came to Kyushu to find something left by the Promise of the Promise, and I don't know about Kyushu, so I want to ask someone to ask, this is why I came to you!" Yang Ling continued.

"You... are you coming from nine... nine days?" After a brief sluggishness, the face of the wind scorpion suddenly showed great excitement.

For the monks of Kyushu, no matter whether the Holy Gate or the ancient family martial art, the longing for Kyushu can be said to have never been cut off. From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many saints and Yasheng lost in the land of the Eight Columns, but No one has ever found a way to go all the way, and the people of Kyushu have never heard of someone in the sky. It seems that nine days is just a legend, and it is beyond reach.

But now, there is a living guy who claims to be a foreigner. Although the realm is not high, but the equipment is incredible, and the functions of these magic weapons are not the same as Kyushu.

"Wind scorpion, tell you the truth, there is no such thing as nine days outside Kyushu, but the endless sea, the sea is the kind of mysterious World of Warcraft I gave you, and the Kyushu continent is just one of the sea. Just a small island, the island was blocked by a strong ban. I can only break the ban and leave if I find the thing left by the Promise."

"What? This... How is this possible?" The wind and the scorpion completely lost their ability to think, and their eyes grew sluggish.

"There is even more impossible. After I find the thing, you will know!" Yang Ling did not want to reveal that the memory world is only the remains of the Promise of the Promise, because once it is said, I am afraid it will be counterproductive.

A few days later, Yang Ling and his four people appeared in a deep mountain three thousand miles away from Yunfeng City. Under the guidance of the wind scorpion, they finally found an extremely old transmission array in the ancient cave covered by a magical array. .

"Master, this transmission array can lead to the Middle Tuozhou, where the rain is in control. The Yu family has a special status among the nine people. It has always been in a neutral posture, almost never participating in the battle between the family and the holy gate, and I am with the rain home. An elder once had a relationship, hoping to get in touch with the top of the rain house through him."

Although Yang Ling is deeply suspicious of the wind scorpion, at this time, he can only slowly and step by step to contact the forces outside the wind home. Otherwise, it is impossible to hear the news of the Promise of the Holy Spirit by relying on the wind home. What's more, Yang Ling feels that the consciousness of the Promise of the Promise may be hidden in the so-called eight-column land. If he wants to enter the eight-column land, he must obtain the identity recognized by the nine ancient people. If he wants to sneak in, he will definitely be A group of holy people died.

Do not shame, even arrange the saints to guard the portal of the eight pillars.

After Yang Ling’s defiance in his heart, he walked into the already-transmitted transmission array.

A burst of white light flashed, and after a few minutes, time and space have been converted, still appearing in an ancient cave.

"Which Taoist friend has entered the land of China?" With a sigh of breath, the space in front of the room was slightly swayed. A middle-aged man wearing a robe and a refined face appeared out of thin air, and his body swelled and screamed. The atmosphere, the realm is not under the wind, but also a half-step saint.

"The wind and the wind scorpion came to see the rain and bamboo elders!" Yang Ling did not speak in the transmission array, the wind scorpion clenched his fist, but the momentum was much worse.

"The wind and the wind scorpion?" The middle-aged gentleman stunned, looking up and down the wind scorpion and Yang Ling four eyes, eyes closed on the big monkey when the eyes closed, said, "You come with me! ”

"Thank you!"

The wind scorpion quickly thanked, and then the four people walked out of the cave with the middle-aged people, only to find that the outside was on a big mountain top, surrounded by clouds rolling over an eight-major array of light and shadow covering the entire hill, obviously a huge blockade prohibition.

After going out of the big battle, the middle-aged people led the four people to embark on a small transmission array. Together with the light and shadow, a group of people disappeared again in an instant, and soon appeared in a large hall~www.readwn.com~ four people seated here ! "The middle-aged man asked people to turn off the tea after they had served the tea."

Yang Ling took a sip from the teacup and found that the taste was average. It was not as good as the tea dan, so there was a slight sigh in my heart. Although the rainy house seemed polite, it was actually very cold.

The wind scorpion naturally knows, but it does not make a sound. The wind home has not fallen to this place. In its position, it has already lost the capital and strength that it has equally intersected with other holy people. Even some other hidden families and martial art can despise. Wind home, this is not surprising.

The four people have been sitting for two hours, and the middle-aged talent came in from the outside. "The windy friend is sorry, I have kept you waiting. The elders of the green bamboo have a request, and some of them come with me!"

The wind scorpion was slightly relaxed, and Yang Ling also took a sigh of relief.

The name of Yu Qingzhu sounds like a woman's name, and it is still familiar with the wind scorpion. Looking at the age of the wind scorpion, I am afraid that this rain bamboo should also be an old woman with a chicken skin crane!

However, according to the time spent waiting for such a long time, the relationship between the two may not be much better, it should be nothing more than a general deal.

Yang Ling thought while walking, along with the middle-aged people to embark on another transmission array, and soon appeared on a mountain with beautiful scenery and bamboo.

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