Mixed Miners

"Uncle Shi! What are you doing?" Yang Ling felt that a firm momentum had locked him. Although he was a little scared, he did not lose his position.

"The palace mainly sees you, let me go!" The sky grabbed the void, and the aura took Yang Ling and went in.

Yang Ling’s soul was suppressed by the sky, and in the face of a strong and perfect person in the jade virtual world, he did not have the power to resist.

The two quickly fell in the dark hole, and the breath that made him frightened and rushed from the big hole, and it became more and more intense.

In the restlessness, a lingering blue electric light appeared in the line of sight. Among the electric light, a huge gossip pattern, on top of the eight altars, hundreds of virtual strongmen sat on it and gathered into a terrifying atmosphere. In the center of the gossip pattern, one black and one white two giant taiji patterns are spinning rapidly. Two centimeters of thick cyan electric light are spurting out from the two fish eyes and falling on the eight altars.

And almost at the same time he appeared, countless powerful gods fell on him.

"The palace owner, people have brought it!" The sky said Yang Ling was thrown on the ground.

The main point of the Taihao Palace nodded, and a finger extended a few hundred meters to Yangling. Yangling felt the sea sloshing, and a blue electric mang rushed into his sea of ​​sea and hit the Taiji ball. A dragon scorpion, Qinglong Yuanshen wrapped in flashing lightning from his forehead rushed out.

"Haha, yes, it really is the Thunder Dragon." Several palace owners were overjoyed.

"Open the octapole lock dragon array immediately!" A blue light burst out on the main body of the Taizheng Palace, revealing the shadow of a huge monster of the demon.

"吼~吼~"

With the continuous snoring, all the monks in the virtual world are exposed to the demon beast, and the power of the majestic spirit is continuously injected into the middle gossip pattern. The cyan electric awn is slowly suppressed, the taiji diagram The lightning chains in the two fish eyes of Zhongyiheiyi also began to break one inch and one inch, and all disappeared.

"From ~"

As the eight palace masters screamed at the same time, the entire gossip pattern became a virtual shadow, and the central Taiji figure suddenly moved away to the sides, revealing a large cyan hole in the center, and the inside light was brought together into a huge The vortex, the electric light is chaotic, it is like a pot of boiling soup!

"Boom~~"

The whole space suddenly swayed, and at the same time, the sky trembled a few times, and several black holes were blasted in succession. Six black pants and masked people came out of the black hole.

"The news is really correct, the nine-day road palace has become a demon repair!" The cold light flashed in the eyes of a black man's mask.

On the altar, the eight palace heads of the nine-day palace have changed their faces. The main hall of the Taizhao Palace is: "Cang, throw him in!"

"Yes!"

There was a horrible momentum in the sky, and the power of the majestic spirit wrapped the Yanglong **** of Yangling into the cave and pushed it forward.

Yang Ling had already had a smoldering smoke at this time. He hasn't figured out what happened yet, but he knows that once the Yuanshen falls into the big hole full of blue thunder, it is estimated that he will be finished.

Therefore, he thought that he couldn't think about it anymore. The colorful brilliance on his head shone out, and it turned into a five-color sword and fell from the top of the sky.

The sky was like a thunder, and suddenly the body screamed, and a scream of continuous blood spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood. The power of the soul that came out quickly disappeared, and this opportunity, the Qinglong Yuanshen rushed to Yang Ling's eyebrows.

On the altar, a palace owner who seems to be over 100 years old snorted and grabbed his hand. Suddenly, a big, thin-skinned hand appeared on the side of the dragon, and grabbed the neck of Qinglong Yuanshen. The big hole was pressed inside.

I am going to your uncle!

Yang Ling was completely panicked. Under the pressure of the majestic spirit of the big hand, he almost could not feel the connection between himself and the gods. He screamed at the top of his head and spewed two colorful swords to the old man. I am going down.

The old man ignored the Yangling's Yufu 斩元术, and the three golden lotuses on the top of the head were radiant and stacked.

"噗~噗~噗~"

A sword light disappeared after breaking three lotuses in a row, and another penetrating aura of the body directly fell into the sea of ​​the old man.

The old man snorted, his body throbbed a bit, and the Qinglong Yuanshen took the opportunity to break away from the big hand and tried to return to Yangling’s Shenhai.

But then the power of the seven horrible spirits was pressed down. The Qinglong Yuanshen screamed and fell into the big hole, and Yang Ling seemed to be on the back of the head with seven consecutive sledgehammers. A few mouthfuls of blood.

Although this continuous process seems complicated, it is only a short breath.

Just as the Qinglong Yuanshen was about to fall into the big hole, the six black men also started to work. Each of them had three flowers on their heads, and they screamed in the air to attack the eight altars.

"Hang~~~"

In the earth's core of the planet, a sound of avalanche cracked, and the whole planet began to violently oscillate. The cracks on the ground began to expand and collapse rapidly, and then swelled and blew it up, and the big planet smashed into a stark crack. Www.wuxiaspot.com~ The tens of thousands of kilometers of gravel collapsed and flew out, accompanied by a blue thunder, and a huge gossip pattern about 10 kilometers in diameter was revealed in the void. Eight altars were suspended. Around the gossip, and a cyan vortex in the center of the gossip, the blue thunder splatters continuously.

Around the gossip and the altar, countless monsters and six black masked men are fighting together, a colorful brilliance, a blossoming three-color lotus flower, violent energy With the power of the soul to stir the void, the dark cracks are smashed and smashed around like a spider web.

A blue dragon of more than 400 meters long hangs above the cyan vortex, but it can't go up and down. From time to time, there is a palace of the nine-day palace that stretches out the big hand and the green dragon sinks, and then there will be A black man pulled his hand and pulled it up. Under the pull of countless horrible forces, the blue dragon rises and falls, and Yang Ling feels that he has become a small boat in the storm above the sea, completely lost control, accompanied by With the shaking of the Qinglong Yuanshen, the sea of ​​God has long been tangled up, and the blood rushed out from the eyes, ears, nose and nose, and it was like a blood hyacinth.

The superstars were smashed, and the tens of millions of miles were affected. The space was turbulent.

As a void bursts, a virtual monk suddenly appears.