Mixed Miners

When this idea came out, Yang Ling suddenly felt that his back was cold, and there seemed to be an unknown horrible thing standing behind him without a sound.

Although he has already entered the spiritual realm, it is already a godless figure that does not invade the hundred evils, but the legend of the ghosts that the earth culture has been handed down for thousands of years still makes him slowly sweat a cold sweat on his forehead.

The gods are also afraid of ghosts. If this is spread out, I don’t know how many people will laugh at the big teeth.

But Yang Ling feels a little funny at all.

If it is not haunted, how can the two mysterious fruit can not be measured by money disappeared for no reason.

After a long while, Yang Ling slowly stood up and turned his hand. The sound of "呛~" slammed, and Chen Feijian bounced from his hand. The volley was suspended above his head, slowly rotating and exuding a fierce momentum. Cover the entire yard.

If the yard is haunted, the only thing he can think of is the jade child lying in the dark coffin under the big tree.

Could he hang up? Because I didn’t go back to revenge the gods in the same country, so I’m a little bit dying, turning into a ghost to harass myself?

Yang Ling slowly walked under the big tree and stared at the coffin in front of him.

Paralyzed, Lao Tzu kindly rescued you back, and asked the person to use a good three thousand years of Tianxingmu to play a coffin, you even have the grace to report, too shameless.

So, Yang Ling handed over and took out the refiner hammer, a few red-red front blades condensed up and down in the hammerhead, and then bite the teeth against the coffin.

The loud noise of "砰~", the black coffin made a deafening vibration, and the whole child jumped up to half a foot high and then fell heavily.

"Yang Daoyou, why are you?" An exclamation came, Yang Ling turned his head and saw the old man with a look of surprise and nervousness coming from Jiu Liantang.

Hey~!

Yang Ling quickly stopped and greeted the old man, and then simply said the strange things he had encountered.

The old man didn’t talk for a long time after listening to it, but his eyes were forty-five degrees, and his face was pumping... pumping...

Yang Ling asked anxiously, "Hey seniors! What the **** is going on, isn’t it a haunt?"

After a long time, I slowly turned my head and looked at Yang Ling. The sigh of sigh said: "Yang Daoyou, the old husband said a disrespectful statement, your basic common sense is too scarce, and it is not like a nine-day palace. Disciple."

Yang Ling couldn't help but turn a blind eye in his heart. He said that Laozi was not a disciple of Jiutian Taoist Palace. You are you. You have always said that Laozi is the disciple of the nine-day Taoist palace. Laozi has never admitted that Laozi is the Jiutian Taoist Palace. The disciple, and, until now, he has not figured out what the mysterious and powerful nine-day palace in the old man’s mouth is.

"Also ask the seniors to enlighten me!" Seeing the old man's tone, it seems that he guessed wrong, so Yang Ling respectfully asked.

"Yang Daoyou! You and I will still be acquainted with your friends!" The old man sighed again, then continued to Yangling Arch and said, "When I first saw you, you still changed the world, this is just a short time. For more than a year, Daoyou has broken through from the Yuanyuan to the spiritual environment, which is much stronger than when I was the strongest. Your qualifications and potentials, even in the nine days and ten years. On the leaderboards, I have never heard of it. The strong people in the cultivation industry are respectful, and the winners are long. After that, don’t call my predecessors again, and you can call a singer and friends. Maybe half a year later, I can only look up to you. The realm."

Yang Ling is speechless. Is this old man yelling at me?

However, it seems that according to the traditional cultivation, it is indeed faster to advance. However, with the protagonists in the other comprehension novels, the progress of Laozi is simply not worth mentioning. Others are the ones that rise to the eighth level one day. In the first half of the year, Yuan Ying Dacheng, a year of broken virtual air flying to the fairyland to grab the ground to open the harem.

And I... Yang Ling has some tears in Basha, two years, and more than two years, Laozi is still mixing on the earth, even the few **** scorpions on the mine star are still uncertain.

He has a deep sense of frustration.

"Hey... Hey, hey, friend." Yang Ling was on the arch of his hand, and his face was very thick and said: "Please tell me where the two Xuanjing fruit that I just said are going!"

The old man sighed a little and sighed with a beard and said: "The world is big, there is nothing strange, the vastness of the sea of ​​stars, the boundless, the unbridled, the overlapping of the black and yellow, the countless universe, the birth of countless strange species, hidden Countless mysterious events, countless species and countless events constitute a very complex causal relationship, but although they are very complicated, they never escape a 'dao' word. Everything is true and everything is true. There is a way to do it."

Yang Ling stared at the old man, and said that I only wanted to ask about the direction of the Xuanjing Daoguo. You told me what to do. This building is obviously covered.

Looking at Yang Ling's face, the old man's face was a little black.

"Yang Daoyou, everything is in the middle of the road, maintaining a delicate balance with each other, but each has its own way. This road is different from each other. The roads and the roads are also different. Everything goes into the five elements, so there is a golden wood and fire. Points, but the Tao is yin and yang, and has already surpassed the five elements. In the universe, once everything is separated from the ranks of the common customs, you will slowly get rid of the five elements. The higher the level, the smaller the influence of the five elements. ~www.readwn.com~ For example, the spirit of aura is yin, it is no longer in the five elements, and the soul is a yang, but there is no such thing as the power of the five elements. The monks of our generation are practicing the Tao, and they are constantly changing themselves into the five elements. Until you surpass the yin and yang, chase your own path, the mysteriousness of the Tao, the billions of years of existence, can only be said to be unspeakable, so, seeking the Tao is constantly exploring the mystery of the mysterious and mysterious."

Yang Ling is getting more and more confused. Is the old man’s recent stimulation a bit too big, how can he talk about it?

The old man ignored him, but went on to say, "Since everything is in place and in the Tao, then each other will have a causal entanglement. The Xuanjing Daoguo is an ancient species, self-contained, inside. Yun Xuanao, if you don't enter the five elements, when it comes into contact with the five elements of the gas, there will be some changes, when it meets the water, it will fall with the wood, and it will disappear if it meets the soil. If it meets the gold, it will solidify.

Yang Ling is not calm when he hears it here. Isn’t this a ginseng fruit?

He remembered the ginseng fruit tree in the Wuzhuangguan of Yuanzi, the ancestral town of the Journey to the West. The explanation given by the land father was almost exactly the same as that of the old man.

Is it that the tree that Laozi has dug out casually is the legendary ginseng fruit tree? (To be continued.)