Mixed Miners

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Did you kill the five monsters just now?

After thinking for less than five seconds, Yang Ling appeared in front of the stone table as soon as he swayed, then reached for the treasure chest.

But just when he wants to catch the treasure chest...

Well, Yang Ling has tens of thousands of heads in his heart at this time.

Looking at a body shrouded in a gray robes, with a pointed top hat, only one meter high, and a geek with a three-meter-high bold and long vest in his hand appeared in the treasure chest. After the side, Yang Ling’s patience completely collapsed.

So, just in the moment when this guy who looks like a legendary wizard appeared, Yang Ling gave up the treasure chest, shook his face and screamed, and punched it straight.

Tai Te is so sad.

But almost at the moment when Yang Ling started, I saw that the wizard’s body disappeared when it flashed. When it appeared again, it was already a few hundred meters away.

"Nie ~ Gula ~ 徳 ~ Tula ~ chicken ~ duck..."

The sorcerer’s mouth made a series of strange, sing-along sounds, and then the huge jj...the staff waved forward, and a whole black monster with a huge sickle waving in front of him appeared in front of him, and then he did not say anything. I rushed up.

Yang Ling's face was black as the bottom of the pot. After a few stuns, the face screamed and the virtual soul rushed out of the body. The height of the body was like a god, and the huge foot lifted up against the wizard.

"砰~"

The abandoned hall swayed fiercely, and the ground was stepped on. There was a large pit several tens of meters deep. A strong energy exploded and turned into a fierce wave of waves. The collapsed gravel and the pillars were like fallen leaves. It was rolled out and shattered in the air.

The sorcerer has teleported to another position a few hundred meters away at the moment when the virtual soul is on the ground. At about the same time, Yang Ling is surrounded by eight black monsters.

Three minutes later, Hook Chen Feijian smashed a black monster's sickle and smashed it together with the black monster.

"Nie ~ Gula ~ 徳 ~ Tula ~ chicken..."

As the singer sang, another black monster appeared out of thin air, then waved a sickle to join the battle group.

Five minutes later, Yang Ling killed two black monsters again.

"Nie ~ Gula ~ 徳 ~ Tula ~ chicken..."

Two more black monsters appeared in front of the wizard out of thin air.

......

Thirty minutes later, the long-abandoned hall has not seen any original shape at all, and there are pits one after another everywhere. The sorrowful sorrows of the sorcerer’s body are chasing the sorcerer who is constantly teleporting like a small ant. And the black monster surrounded by Yang Ling is still eight!

Although Yang Ling was able to kill these monsters, he was like a group of small and strong, and killed one out and killed two.

"噗噗噗~"

The hook of Chen Feijian is nearly three hundred meters long, the blue light is full, the light and shadow are rolling, and the three black monsters are continuously twisted into pieces.

"Nie ~ Gula..."

Pull your uncle, I still have to end up?

Listening to the wizard, he began to sing and sing again. Yang Ling was angry and burned. The colorful brilliance of his head vacated, and it turned into a sword and fell from the top of the wizard who was still singing and singing.

"徳~..."

The sorcerer hadn’t finished singing, and suddenly the body shook and fell to the ground. At the same time, a tens of meters-sized foot volleyed down, like a 10,000-ton hydraulic press.

"嘭~"

The whole ground trembled, and the foot of the virtual soul was like stepping on a big drum. I saw a semi-circular transparent gold mask with a diameter of about 100 meters suddenly appearing on the wizard, and it was firmly covered in it.

"嘭嘭嘭~"

The virtual soul method stepped on several consecutive steps, and the golden mask continued to shake, but there was no sign of breaking.

"Nie ~ Gula ~ 徳 ~ Tula ~ chicken..."

After a few seconds, the wizard in the mask swayed and stood up, waving his staff and continuing to sing.

Three black monsters appeared again.

At this point, there are only less than fifteen minutes left on the countdown light curtain.

I will go to your uncle again!

Yang Ling completely ran away, simply let the virtual souls give up the wizard, and turned directly to grab the treasure chest.

However, the wizard's staff in the mask waved forward, and a golden hood covered the treasure chest.

"嘭~" The virtual soul is directly caught in the mask.

"Ah~~~~" Yang Ling completely collapsed, and Yang Tian made a strange call. "Dog day, Laozi fights with you!"

So the virtual soul method directly joined the battle group, turned into a Thunder Dragon, and began to attack eight black monsters together with Yang Ling.

With the addition of the virtual soul method, Yang Ling’s combat power increased by ten times. Under the crushing of Chen Feijian and Qinglong, eight monsters were continuously killed, and the wizards standing in the mask kept singing. One by one black monsters keep appearing.

It’s nearly ten minutes later, Yang Ling and the virtual soul have already killed at least one hundred black monsters~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time he has been completely crazy, just like a horrible killing machine, aura It seems like no money like the sea is constantly coming out, the hook Feifei has risen to the size of 300 meters, all the arrays have been activated to the maximum, one person and one dragon constantly violent attack, the square is only a few kilometers At this time, the hall has been completely turned into nothingness. If the space is not stable enough, maybe this piece of heaven and earth has collapsed.

"Hang~~噗噗噗噗~"

Under the fierce cooperation of Qinglong and Yangling, the four black monsters hang directly into pieces. When Yang Linghong looks at the enemy with his eyes, it is discovered that all the monsters are dead.

Yang Ling inexplicably stopped and turned his head, and saw that the wizard was lying in the mask like a cramp, foaming at the mouth, and kept pumping.

It seems that this guy's blue is running out!

Yang Ling took a sigh of relief but didn't have time to manage this guy, and flew to the treasure chest with the virtual soul.

Countdown to the last three minutes!

Black and white road fire, Yufu 斩 yuan surgery, hook Chen Feijian, fangs...

One person and one dragon is like a madman, and a crazy attack is carried out around the mask. The sky is shining and the sky is constantly shaking. Under the crazy attack of Yang Ling’s death, the mask still does not hold on to the last three minutes, and the countdown turns to the left. It collapsed completely in twenty seconds.

In the golden light that exploded in the sky, Yang Ling grabbed the treasure chest.

"叮~"

With a reminder, the moment the light curtain popped up, Yang Ling looked back and saw the wizard swaying out of the mask and releasing a fireball to himself, thus enduring the severe pain of dizziness and head. The flash of the colorful sword smashed the past.

At about the same time, his body appeared in the system. Mobile users please browse m to read, a better reading experience.