Mixed Miners

I am going, what is this stuff?

Looking at the big tree with no leaves and leaves on the trunk, like the octopus, the big tree roots stepped on the gravel of the mountain. The chin of Yang Ling’s chin almost fell.

It’s not surprising that the tree walks. The Mozu has done it. The trunk of this tree has a long nose and eyes. Like a legendary tree grandfather, he even has a beard on his chin, but this tree grandfather looks rather scary. His eyes were red, his mouth opened to reveal sharp fangs, and there were many skulls on his beard. He slammed under the collision and rushed to his eyes.

"吼~"

Qinglong Yuanshen apparently has not recovered from the emotions of Yang Ling’s contempt, roaring and rushing, spurting a thunder through a mouth of hundreds of meters, and the grandfather is wrapped in a colorful thunder.

Yu Qingzhu, who was prepared to start, saw Qinglong’s shot and stopped.

"嗷~~"

An angry and screaming scream broke out, only a red light burst with the thunder, the thunder was exhausted, the image of the tree was quite miserable in front of everyone, the beard had been burned out, and the trunk was smoked. In the dark, a piece of bark swells and continually collapses, revealing the flesh and blood that is constantly creeping inside.

The Qinglong Yuanshen also left the anger, and the body hovered down and the giant claws slammed on the trunk.

"砰~" The big tree was knocked out, and the green dragon rushed up. The huge body was wrapped around the big tree. The claws pierced into the trunk and grabbed the plane. The big mouth opened to reveal sharp fangs like a woodpecker.啃啃啃 keep biting.

In the roaring snarl, the big tree screams constantly, and a **** splatter is several kilometers high. The sky is full of chaos and dances, and a dragon and a stump are like two street hooligans. It usually rolls up among the gravel in the ground.

"Daoyou is a good beast!" Yuqingzhu couldn't help but admire again, and a beautiful smile appeared on the beautiful cheek.

The wind scorpion face is excited, and the rainy eyes are staring at the green dragon.

Yang Ling's cheeks pumped a few times and continued to watch two rogue fights.

A few minutes later, hundreds of kilometers were crushed into white ground, and the Qinglong Faxiang gradually took the upper hand. The huge body surface runes were tumbling, and the fangs and claws had torn the big trees.

"吼~~"

Along with a long sigh, the Qinglong Faxiang finally bite the trunk into two pieces. A group of starlights flew out of the trunk and turned into a meteor to shoot away in the distance, while the rain-green bamboo that had never been hands-on reached out. In the sky, a big white hand like a jade will catch the starlight from the sky.

"Yang Daoyou, this is your spoils!" Yu Qingzhu opened the white scallions and the palms of the hands, and the colored stars of the egg size were suspended in the palm of your hand.

“What is this?” Yang Ling felt that this starlight had a breath that made him feel very excited, so he was very curious to ask.

"This is the soul of the ancient sacred beast. After refining, it will be of great help to comprehend the order!" Yu Qingzhu explained.

"Since the predecessors seized, I will not!" Yang Ling waved his hand.

"No matter, I have already set foot in the holy place. This thing is not very useful for me. However, it is a rare thing for you and your sister-in-law and friends. This place is apart from the eight-column land. Nothing else." Yunqingzhu sound is still soft.

"That would be grateful to the predecessors!" Yang Ling did not feel the emotions and then reached out and grabbed the starlight. When the two hands touched, Yang Ling’s careful liver could not help but sway slightly.

So tender, white, so slippery!

After staring at the starlight, Yang Ling turned to look at the envious air scorpion and the rain that was full of small stars. After hesitating a little, he handed it to the wind scorpion and said: "Wind scorpion You are now near Shouyuan, this thing is for you, if you can break through the holy land as soon as possible, it will be good for you and me!"

"Thank you~" The wind scorpion almost cried when he was excited.

If Yang Ling had not yelled at his master in front of him, he would definitely hold Yang Ling’s thigh and cry, because if he could get the spirit of this ancient sacred beast, it is estimated that he had already broken through the holy land and became Yasheng. It’s not so mixed, so the wind home will not fall to such a degree.

To know that today's eight ancient tribes, a total of ten saints and seventeen saints, plus some other hidden sects may have several Yasheng, these top masters almost both hands and feet are clear.

But how big is Kyushu, these people are like rarities, a sub-holy, enough to prop up a huge sect, and also gather countless vassals, even the holy gate does not dare to touch, or it will cause Kyushu was in turmoil. When the Lei family dealt with the Feng family, although they won, they also lost a lot of money. Otherwise, they would not join forces with Muhu, and in order to gain control of Xianzhou, the goods left behind and the holy gate. The concessions in the decision-making are certainly very large, otherwise the other ethnic groups will never stand by and watch the balance of the holy gate being broken. Even so, the wind home is not forced to the point of complete extinction, and finally the wind scorpion gets the cloud home. Asylum, and Lei family did not have to die to pursue.

This is the game of the big family's rights. Because the Yun family and the Jin family have a good relationship with each other, even if the Lei family has moved the Yun family, they will definitely not move the Jin family, and behind the two, there are also the tributary gates and forces that are intertwined. Www.wuxiaspot.com~ I really want to get to the bottom of the question. In the end, it is absolutely the collapse of the Holy Gate, which is the result of the burning of the Kyushu mainland. This is not in line with the purpose of the Holy Gate.

The wind scorpion gets the ancient sacred beast, and naturally can't wait to refine it, so Yuqingzhu finds a relatively safe place to take a rest.

"Presidents of the rain..." Yang Ling walked to the cross-legged volley and sat next to the rain-green bamboo in the air.

"Call me a rainy friend or a green bamboo, you and I don't have to be so separated!" Yu Qingzhu's voice is very good, just like the bamboo forest clearing the flute is generally fresh and sweet.

Yang Ling naturally listened to it and smiled and asked: "How many ancient sacred beasts in the land of the eight pillars?"

Yu Qingzhu shook his head and didn't talk. The rainy beside it was very resentful. "This ancient sacred beast can't be touched once in a hundred times. It has also been killed by the former people. So precious things are also Just let it be a stone, oh, big idiot!"

Yang Ling: ...

"Oh, not rude!" Although Yu Qingzhu scorned the apprentice, but his face did not have the slightest mood fluctuations, but instead nodded and said: "There are many legends of this ancient sacred beast, but hundreds of millions of years have come down, almost I have been hunted and extinct. I have never met it for millions of years. I don’t know why I can run into it today. It seems that Yang Daoyou is a good person!"

Yang Ling’s face is a little black.

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