Mixed Miners

After a few minutes, Ding Cong finally cleaned the two bird cockroaches, dropped the bones and wiped his mouth with his sleeves. Then he said, "The part of the shrine of the **** of death has already emerged. Now it is just suppressing the magic. Above the Yuan, you can travel through the Jingu Palace, and finally you don't have to eat those dead things in the future."

"Go, take me to see!" Yang Ling heard the interest, although the underworld is close at hand, but Yang Ling has never been in, so Ding Cong had to turn his eyes and follow Yang Ling back to the magic.

From the moment of time and space cracks, Yang Ling was shocked by a huge palace floating in the center of the Magic.

When I only had a dome, Yang Ling knew that the palace was very large, but now I saw it and realized that it was a big metamorphosis.

A dark palace with a size of a million miles, the enamel can no longer describe its spectacular, floating in the center of the dark vortex, letting the vortex rotate like a rock, a few kilometers high, hundreds of kilometers of columns The word lined up as if it were a stalwart pillar. One stone and one watt must be in kilometers. The entire Holy Palace sings with a strong sense of death, as if the flame is swaying on the surface.

Looking at the black lacquered gate of the shrine in tens of thousands of kilometers, Yang Ling had a nap without a reason, feeling like falling into an ice cave.

"The paralyzed, repairing such a large palace to make wool, do not feel lonely and lonely in the living?" Yang Ling could not help but swear.

"Hey, do you think that you are all seeing it?" Ding Cong did not say a good voice. "Go, brother, take you down to see the real death palace, absolutely scare you to wet the bed!"

Yang Ling is more curious. The two of them turned into streamers and fell into the palace gate. In an instant, the darkness of the eyes was like a stream of water, and the two people were wrapped in it. At the same time, there were endless screams coming from all directions, faint. Among the hustle and bustle, countless ghosts that resemble sorrows are flooded up like tidal waves. Some of them even rushed directly into the sea of ​​Yangling, and then the green light emitted by the sapphire trees melted without a trace. .

Yang Ling raised his hand and grabbed it. He immediately grabbed a ghost in his hand and smashed it up. His head was screaming and fangs, and his body was still struggling.

"The trough, is this the legendary ghost?" Yang Ling was amazed.

"Ghosts are wool!" Ding Cong grinned. "This stuff is condensed by death. If it is in a place with sufficient suffocation, it will gradually evolve into a genre. If there is no qi, it will slowly dissipate. It became dead."

"Do you mean that the Nether is born in this way?" Yang Ling turned over and looked at the thing in his hand, and even looked for something like chicken or chicken.

"No, the Nazi who was born in this way is the lowest level of the genus. Like the wild monkeys, it belongs to the primitive and less developed genius. Unless it absorbs enough anger and then has great opportunities, it may be advanced. It is a high-ranking genus, and the high-ranking genius still has an ovum and a viviparous birth, and it also pays attention to the inheritance of blood. The high-ranking genius and the human are actually no different. Let's go, don't ink, get a month to really arrive. Underworld." Ding Cong explained a little bit impatiently.

"Hey~, one month?" Yang Ling excitedly tightened his hand and only heard a scream, and the ghosts in his hand were directly crushed.

Ding Cong was too lazy to fly to the depths of the hall. A few hundred meters high purple gold statue emerged behind him, and then the red flame vacated, like a huge humanoid torch whizzing past, instantly within a few kilometers The ghosts are all burned to ashes, and the ghosts in all directions disappear instantly.

The hall is hundreds of thousands of kilometers deep, and at the end is a dark hole. The two are descending along a step that rotates downwards. A black mist is constantly tumbling, and finally it almost condenses into water and floats around.

"Every temple has the function of condensing dead air, and the dead air is the foundation of the birth of the air. Only in places where the death is extremely strong, after tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years of birth, a spring will be born. The Spring is directly connected to the Styx River. Under the baptism of the Spring, a large number of Hmong will be born, and the water of the Spring is also a necessary condition for the advancement of the Ghost. This passage has been going straight down to the backyard of the Jingu Shrine. There is a spring there..."

Ding Cong explained while walking, and Yang Ling passed the momentum that Ding Cong’s statue exudes. It is obvious that during the past two years, this guy has made great progress, almost equal to his own strength.

The deeper, the darker and the colder the more obvious, this black is a black of consciousness, not the black that is observed in the eye, and this cold is also a kind of cold that the soul feels, not temperature.

Suddenly, nearly a month passed, and the front of the stairs suddenly appeared. I saw a burning torch at the end of the stairs. The main body of the torch was a tens of meters high, and the head opened its mouth and spurted out. The white flames, and the black gas of death around them all flow into the body of the dragon, constantly supplying flames to burn.

"This is a deputy **** killed by the **** of death. It used to be his men. Because of betrayal, he was cramped and smashed by the gods. It is said to have burned for nearly three billion years..."

Yang Ling: ...

Bypassing the huge bonfire is a more gloomy hall, with huge columns on both sides, a string of white lanterns with red light hanging on the columns, Ding Cong did not stop, all the way through, for a long time Then I saw a big door. On both sides of the main door stood two rows of gangsters wearing black lacquered armor and nearly a kilometer high. The body exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

"See Ding Cong adults!"

I saw Ding Cong appear ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Both rows of the Nguyen all slammed down on one knee.

"Excuse me, this is the owner of the death **** Yang Ling, but also my brother, what arrangements will not be violated in the future!" Ding Cong pointed to Yang Ling.

"Yes~" The two rows of the Ming people promised in unison, and then they held a fist to Yangling. "Death is sitting on the undead guard and seeing Yang Ling!"

Yang Ling felt like the undead guards on the two sides of the same mountain. He nodded and said: "Colato is retreating. You must keep the shrine! Don't put any genius into the mysterious world from here."

"Adults rest assured!" The two rows of the Nguyen were once again in unison, and the entire hall of the earthquake was creaking.

"Go, the outside is the back garden of the shrine!"

Ding Cong’s body flashed into the door and disappeared. Yang Ling followed, and there was a black light around him. When he saw it clearly, he was already standing in the wilderness. Yang Ling let go of the gods, and discovered this so-called The back garden area is tens of millions of square kilometers. There are also flowers and trees in it, but the color and shape are unacceptable. Most of the colors are dark, mainly gray and black, and the other colors are very few. The densely overlapping buildings in the wilderness are all tall black buildings, and there is a huge black hole in the center of the wilderness. There is a kind of atmosphere that makes Yang Ling quite familiar.

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