Mixed Miners

Time is long, I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I am.

Yang Ling feels like an ant has fallen into an endless volcano. The black and white flames wrap him in it, and it has been burned for hundreds of millions of years before it has been burned for a long time.

This billions of years of suffering, even the soul of the soul does not have the slightest feeling, only a kind of ignorance floating in the flame, quietly savour the black and white flame that burns like an ancient, feeling the shape of the flame and Temperature, feeling the endless loneliness.

These flames seem to be so familiar, and they have become accustomed to the idea of ​​billions of years of loneliness to begin to study these flames, and try to understand it with a seemingly familiar movement.

A strange rune condenses in the flame, then another one...

Years old, consciousness is becoming more and more aware of this black and white flame, a large number of flames are condensed into runes, and these black and white runes slowly pile up together like sand, and a small gray sand dune slowly appears.

Suddenly one day, a faint green light emerged from the sand, and then slowly opened the sand and explored a small young leaf.

A small sapling grows out of the sand.

Ten years... a hundred years... a thousand years... a million years...

This kind of consciousness has continuously condensed the endless sea of ​​fire into two colors of runes and piled up into sand. As the sand area becomes larger and larger, the flame becomes less and less, and the mound becomes larger and larger. The little tree on the mound is growing bigger and bigger.

Until one day, the green tree has grown into a towering tree hundreds of meters high, and then a flower bud appears on the branch, and a white flower blooms on the tree.

"Boom~~"

It looks like a spring thunder blows up, and this consciousness is completely awakened. In the blink of an eye, the endless flame around the big tree suddenly bursts like a lap, and gradually reveals a large mountain valley.

"Ang ~~"

A long dragonfly rang through the world.

Yang Ling, who was in a sleepy state, suddenly shook his body, and the memories of the floods returned like floods.

At the moment of opening his eyes, he saw a few looks like flowers.

These flowery and beautiful faces are so familiar, but they are so strange. After hundreds of millions of years of burning and burning, they suddenly face the feelings of those who have been thinking about the night.

It seems that in the solitude of hundreds of millions of years, they are not in existence, they have not appeared in life, they think and think, then there is only one towering green tree in their minds, which is strong and straight. The trunk, the soft branches, the fresh green leaves and the white and innocent flowers.

Looking at Yang Ling's eyes, the woman in the room was almost stunned, and her face showed their different expressions. They were excited, surprised, happy, and sluggish, but they immediately swooped on him.

"Husband~"

"Sister husband~"

The whole room suddenly became noisy, crying and laughing, and six or seven hands touched him on his body.

Feel the touch of these little hands, feel their laughter and cry, feel their instant emotional release, Yang Ling also suddenly got rid of the billions of years of loneliness.

This is my woman, my woman, Yang Ling can't talk too much, I don't see it clearly, and every woman is screaming and kissing a few mouthfuls, and I have just touched the nearest one in my arms. Put it.

It seems that I haven’t touched a woman for hundreds of millions of years. It’s strange and intimate, soft and soft, and it’s so easy to stop.

But when I touched Yang Ling's face, I suddenly sat up and couldn't talk to other women. I quickly opened the system light curtain and clicked on the head of Oda Snow to communicate.

"Master ~!" Almost instantaneously, the image of Oda Snow appeared in the center of the light curtain, and his face was still pale, but it did not seem to be a big problem.

"Call~~" Yang Ling put down a star and sighed with relief. "Snow, how is your injury?"

"Thank you for your concern! Snow is just a virtual soul. You will be able to cultivate for a while. If you see nothing, I will be relieved!" Oda's face showed a smile on her face, and suddenly she fell down.

"Snowy~" Yang Ling was shocked. When the body flashed, he followed the past. He just saw Oda Snow, who was going down in the room. He quickly picked her up and the gods fell on her, and the heart couldn’t help it. A contraction.

The gods of Oda Snow are all cracked, and the gods are extremely wilting lying in the space of the virtual soul. The body is also covered with a shocking black crack.

This was finally regretted and finally wounded with the force of the tortoise on the tortoise shell. At this time, not only did there not show any signs of healing, but under the erosion of the power of the righteousness, the wounds continued to expand, and the situation was more serious than the beginning. .

Just as Yang Ling observed Oda Snow, there was a wave of space in the room. Han Xue, Han Xinglin, Sun Xiaojing, Xue Yuqin, Xue Yurong, Yun Yu and Yu Hao almost showed their physique at the same time, and each one was also anxious.

"Husband, how is the situation with Xiaoxue? The last time I heard that you came back, I had no regrets in the town of the soul. I was awake for three days and I woke up. We visited her several times, she Said that there is no serious problem..." Han Xue said anxiously.

Yang Ling gently put Oda Snow on the bed, and looked at this simple to the most room, could not help but sigh, except for a bed and a chair, there is only one futon, almost rude to the point of no more ~ Www.wuxiaspot.com~ A beautiful little girl, but willing to endure such loneliness and loneliness. It can be said that in order to be able to accompany Yang Ling, in order to catch up with Yang Ling's footsteps, in order to promise to protect her master's mission, she has always given up her wonderful life. For so many years, she has been a person who is immersed in loneliness and boring. In cultivation.

She did not have the opportunity of Yang Ling. There was no Yufu Xuan Zang, no Qinglong true thunder assisted, but she finally managed to resist the cruel and oppressive practice of her own, and she was able to stop at the last moment without regret for three seconds. It was also these three seconds that I finally got a chance for Yang Ling.

Yang Ling always knew her thoughts, but she could not say it.

He couldn't bear to break the obstinacy and stubborn belief in her heart.

However, at this time, Yang Ling faced the erosion and destruction of the power of the righteousness. He did not have any way to resolve it. After thinking about it, a group of green light floated from the eyebrows, and then the fingers gently pressed the light into the Oda. The eyebrows of the snow are scattered with the power of the spirits wrapped in the spirits, and the green light clusters are suspended in a small space that is only the size of the fist. 8)