Mixed Miners

The main hall is a space magic weapon. It looks like a few kilometers in size, but it is actually a huge flower and grass garden. There are dozens of square kilometers in the square. There are countless young Yujia children waiting in it, on the stone table. It has already been filled with a variety of fruit and fruit scent, and the air is filled with a refreshing smell.

Under the guidance of the rainy day, Yang Ling sat down on the main seat of a 100-meter high platform in the center, and looked down at the whole garden. After Yang Ling sat down, everyone once again saluted and sat down in the already arranged position.

In addition to some people who have not experienced the eight-column to see Yang Ling killing the Quartet, they will sneak a look at Yang Ling from time to time. The remaining saints who escaped from the Eight-Pillar Land are all stunned at this time. Looking at the pomegranate wine in front of the table full of daze.

This young man seems to be harmless to humans and animals, but it is like a devil to kill people.

Thousands of ancient saints were instantly taken into a purple gold bell like a chicken.

When they finally escaped from the eight-column land and had not had time to catch their breath, they heard that because the Yun family had offended him, he was once again killed by more than forty saints.

So all the people who escaped were afraid to stay in the gates of the Zongmen. They fled into the wild mountain ridges that were inaccessible, and they could not hide all the time. They were afraid that this killing **** would catch up and smash themselves.

But fortunately, a few months later, news came, and the comet went away, leaving the nine days of Kyushu mainland to go back to him.

Even so, these saints have been hiding for countless years before they dare to renew their heads and return to the gates.

Two thousand years passed by, and when everyone’s heart finally relaxed, a message came from a month ago. The comet came back and asked to open a mass meeting. All the ancient people’s hidden doors were passed. All saints must participate. Therefore, Kyushu, which has been quiet and peaceful for two thousand years, once again set off a terrorist frenzy. Many of them even scared the courage, and the order in the body almost collapsed, and the Eucharist suffered heavy losses.

But even so, as long as you don't die, you have to come, not only to come, but also to come!

Therefore, apart from the hidden sects that were finally notified or ignorant of Yang Ling, the eight ancient people arrived at the rain house almost at the fastest speed, and waited for a month.

“Yang’s predecessors came to Middle-earth and it is an honor for me to be a family of Yu’s family. The hidden door of the Kyushu ancients has been a singularity since ancient times. Therefore, it is an honor for Kyushu. All of you should get up and give a congratulation to the predecessors of Yang’s predecessors. The spirit of the spirit is healthy, and the Fuyuan is widely!" The rainy family owner stood up and said loudly.

"Have a congratulation to Yang's predecessors, I wish the spirits of the predecessors are healthy and well-being!" Thousands of monks stood up at the same time, raising their glasses and shouting in unison.

Yang Ling’s eyes swept over everyone, then slowly stood up and picked up the glass and said, “There are many friends who have seen me here. Of course, I have never seen me. The purpose of this gathering is to meet everyone in Kyushu. In the same way, there will be some unnecessary conflicts afterwards."

"With regard to what happened in the Kyushu mainland, you are surely confused. But this is not something that can be explained now. Time is natural, and my identity is not easy to disclose now, but please rest assured that I am not Yang Ling. I am not going to get a half-point in the Kyushu mainland..."

Yang Ling’s words made many of the following sects secretly relieved.

The saints of the nine ancient tribes all draw circles in their hearts, not good to kill? You have killed thousands of saints, and it is no different from the devil butcher.

"I have another purpose this time, that is to find some medicinal materials for alchemy. You are the masters of Kyushu. Maybe these medicines can only be found by you." Yang Ling said that he took out a piece of golden jade and injected it into the soul. Among them, with a wave of light and shadow fluctuations, the dense handwriting appeared in the air, with all the materials for refining the real dragon Shenghuang Dan.

All of the following people are staring at the list of herbs in the light and shadow. Watch carefully in mind. After a few minutes, Yang Ling puts up the film and says: "If you collect these materials, please hand it over..."

Yang Ling’s words have not been finished yet, Yu Qingzhu immediately said next to him: “Yang Daoyou, Qingzhu is willing to help collect and organize.”

"That would like to thank the friends of Qingzhu!" Yang Ling originally wanted to let the earth go to do this thing, but the rain family is willing to help, Yang Ling naturally will not refuse.

"Of course, I don't have any compensation for collecting alchemy materials, but I promise you to give it to you. In the future, I will give you a good taste, enough to satisfy you!" Yang Ling did not have the same thing that the saint could see at this time. Therefore, I can only promise a vain thing.

Although he has a chaotic purple bell that makes all saints jealous, but the guy who can eat here well, once it is gone, it is estimated that these saints will be **** in seconds.

Next, Yang Ling asked some things about Kyushu’s secrets. In a few hours, he also roughly touched the situation of Kyushu’s mainland from ancient times to the present, and then said that there is a sea outside the Kyushu continent. My own subordinates are killing Warcraft~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After all the Zongmen monks don't set off the conflict, they finally left some of them who are good at alchemy, and let a high-end monk chicken flying dog in Kyushu mainland The meeting of the jumping party ended.

Soon, outside the Yujiashan Gate, a group of sages and immortals all looked puzzled and touched the sweat of the head and broke through the void.

Although the meal was raging, it also made everyone sigh of relief. At least this seemingly harmless killing star has not been mad at the banquet to rush out the big bell to kill.

Yang Ling also breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Although he could kill the saints who were infected by the roots of causality with chaotic purple bells, it does not mean that he can kill other normal holy people, even an ordinary Asian. St. can kill him easily.

In an antique living room, Yang Ling once again met with more than a dozen alchemists who are well-known in Kyushu. These lowest realms are the monks of Yasheng. At this time, just like the primary school students see the class teacher, they sit carefully in the chair. The upper eye is not able to show the nose and nose.

In the face of this famous tree, in the face of this killing, everyone feels a feeling of the collapse of the Holy Spirit.

"Please don't be nervous!" Yang Ling smiled and sat down.

Nima, Lao Tzu does not want to be nervous?

All the alchemists couldn't help but linger in my heart.

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