Mixed Miners

Among the color plasmas that Linghu is tumbling, a horrible atmosphere rises to the sky, and a huge basaltic illusion slowly emerges. It is immersed in the plasma and is as stable as a mountain. It has a large mouth with a size of tens of thousands of meters. With a mouthful of sharp fangs, and a long, low-pitched scream in the sky, the looting thunder of the source is swallowed directly into the belly.

A bright color of light shines from the basaltic virtual shadow, the center of the virtual shadow, a woman wearing a white dress, the body of the unparalleled beauty is standing in the air, surrounded by a quaint and mysterious body. The pattern is constantly flickering, and a vortex is gradually formed to inhale all the robbers after the basaltic virtual shadows are swallowed and refining.

Looking at this basaltic virtual shadow like a mountain, Yang Ling had a very nervous heart to relax.

This robbery is even stronger than the catastrophe that he ignited when he broke through the mysterious world. However, since the Xuanwu Remnant can resist the attack of the saints, this robbery will not pose much threat.

It seems that Oda Snow, like Dou Yuntao, is a blessing in disguise, and will step into the mysterious world.

"定定~"

Tens of thousands of miles away, Yang Ling stood at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters. At this time, with Ling Lake as the center, a 10,000-meter-high color plasma swept like a tidal wave, carrying all the momentum that drowned.

Yang Ling's fingers pressed forward, and the mighty spirit of the soul shrouded the billions of miles. A golden and silver light appeared around the thunderstorm. In the middle of the thunder, the thunderstorm was instantly frozen. Like a 10,000-meter-high colored circular mountain range, tens of millions of square kilometers are enclosed in it, forming a huge mine lake with a plasma smashing, a few hundred meters of thick arcs tumbling over the sky, and the sky is constantly collapsing. Gradually healed again.

"There are millions of rules!"

Yangling Yangling feels the breath in the robbery. After a moment of contemplation, he falls into the Leihu Lake. A cyan dragon hovered out and immersed in the plasma to start swallowing the thunder, and Yangling directly sank into the plasma. The body turned into a vortex and began to devour the refining and robbery. The chain of rules and one after another continued to appear in consciousness, and soon he was condensed into the rules of the sea by God. The rules are integrated into the dojo. The dojos with a diameter of 10,000 kilometers become more natural and harmonious. Among the mountain gullies, the wind blows, the water flows, the winds and rains, and even a large number of worms begin to emerge, and slowly evolve their respective awareness.

Time flies, and the blink of an eye is a hundred years old.

The thunder of the sky finally stopped, and the whirlpool of clouds that had enveloped hundreds of millions of miles began to collapse and disappear.

The turbulent and swaying compass space has gradually quieted down. Although people are upset, many people are ecstatic, because in this horrible shaking turmoil, millions of Qing dynasty monks are dragged into the looting. And the smooth and unpredictable smoothness of the day has become a strong place.

The pulverized lakes with a radius of tens of millions of square kilometers have all contracted to the original Linghu Lake.

A basaltic virtual shadow like a mountain is a lot of solid body. At this time, it is still in the plasma to absorb the robbery. Oda Snow, like a nine-day fairy, stands in the basalt with his eyes closed. Rippling and rolling, the breath of a mysterious stock is constantly emanating, obviously has entered the Xuanjing.

At this time, Yang Ling has stopped consuming and refining the thunder, and sitting cross-legged has reached the top of the blue dragon head with a length of two hundred kilometers.

In the past hundred years, he has learned millions of different rules through the snow robbing and condensed the dojo into a real world. A lot of creatures with independent consciousness have been born, and they also understand the time and space. It is more transparent, and the most important thing is that he has learned hundreds of different combinations of ambiguous meanings through the volatility of basaltic virtual shadows. Many of them are thousands of different kinds of different rules. The extremely complicated structure makes him understand the understanding of the righteousness. Many mysterious spells can be almost handy, and they don't feel as boring as before.

"I can formally reach the hole in the realm!" Yang Ling opened his eyes with satisfaction.

Looking at the lightning slurry that is still rapidly disappearing in Linghu, according to this speed, after half a month, Xuezi will completely pass this unprecedented catastrophe and continue to be the second master of the system after himself. With the protection of Xuanwu's remnants, and the guardian's combat skills, the fighting power that she broke out is afraid that the ordinary real world can also resist.

Half a month later, the last robbed of lightning in the Linghu Lake disappeared, and the basaltic shadows like the mountains disappeared, leaving only a beautiful woman standing in the Linghu Lake, Lingling Water from Linghu Lake. In the middle of the robbery of the mountains, the spurts spurt out, and in the shadow of the robbery, it turns into a colorful sky to cover it.

As the void swayed, Yang Ling appeared in front of Oda's snowy child with a smashing out of it. A hand-shake shirt appeared in her hand and draped over her body. The spring was suddenly covered, but the two long and long whites were long. The legs look more tempting under the empty shirt.

"Master!" Oda Snow opened his eyes and then hovered in the air, his face was confused and confused.

"You have just spent the day robbery ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ recently closed here to stabilize the realm, now have any questions can ask me!" Yang Ling touched her messy hair.

Oda Snow feels the gentleness of Yang Ling’s big hand. He closes his eyes and holds Yang Ling’s leg. The upper body is tightly attached to Yang Ling’s leg. The gentle slogan: “Master~, this is all true. Are you thinking that you are dead!"

Yang Ling shook his head and said softly: "The last time you tried to save me, you have no regrets and used the power of the righteousness to hurt. You have been sleeping in this space for more than two thousand years, but you are also blessed by misfortune, and the body incorporates a basaltic sacred priest. The mysterious pieces, which allow you to cross the border directly to reach the realm, because the realm is progressing too fast, and many things you have to take time to understand and understand."

Oda Snow raises his head, and the beautiful face of a beautiful little face can almost purify everything. In the depths of his eyes, a broken tortoiseshell is like a star that constantly emits golden light.

"Master, this time you must give up this mysterious armor and let me wake up. At the same time, let me have such great progress. Snow has nothing to do with this life. I only hope that I can always guard my master and fight with you. In the old days, I hope that the owner will fulfill this wish of Xuezi. Don’t leave me alone in the future!”)!!