Mixed Miners

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Maybe one year, maybe ten years.

Until one day, Yang Ling felt that the whole world suddenly stopped quietly, and then the chaotic purple gold bells on the top of the head were glory, and the bells spurted out the dense runes like tides, and all the cyan flesh and white light creatures were involved in the bells. Among them, countless saints emerged from the surface of the bell, or stood or sat in the middle of Yang Ling, chanting the scriptures, and suddenly sounded like a avenue.

"Where there is something, it is illusory..."

"Everything is a law, it is a dream bubble..."

"Nothing, no one, no one..."

"I am me, I am not me, don't save me, why am I..."

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Yang Ling stared at the chaotic purple golden bell, his eyes flashing but his face was confused.

Where am I?

Who am I?

Why do I exist?

What am I looking for?

The thundering verses fell like rainstorms in his sea of ​​gods, turning into a rolling torrent that converges into the rivers and lakes on the dojo.

Yang Ling’s golden compass behind his head madly turned, and the green tree behind him also appeared to swing wildly.

Yang Ling feels that his soul is dissipating, consciousness has begun to turn into a little bit of stars, endless darkness, his footsteps seem to walk in endless loneliness, and finally he saw a door, an extremely ancient Shimen, standing in the endless ancient desolate.

The thick stone door was half covered, leaving only a narrow gap.

Yang Ling's face is even more confused. He always feels that the door has been seen somewhere, but he can't remember it because his consciousness has been scattered among the whole dark world.

He walked to the front of the stone gate and hesitated for a long time before reaching for the stone door and then pushing it away.

"Boom~" A glare of white light came from the face, like a person who stayed in the dark for too long, suddenly pushed the door to see the strong sunlight, could not help but close his eyes, waiting for him to feel the residue in his eyes After the white light had disappeared, it was discovered that he was standing outside a cabin that looked familiar.

A green lake, a small island, a log cabin, a small green tree, a woman with an temperament and graceful face, pushes the door out of the room, wearing a crown, purple long hair, bright teeth, The skin is like snow, and the light blue mopping skirt makes her look like a graceful style.

"You are here!" The woman welcomed us with joy.

"Initial heart, what is this place? How are you here?" Yang Ling was surprised. He suddenly remembered the woman's name and seemed to have a **** connection with him.

"This is the deepest part of your memory. It is also a time memory of your seal. You can come here and show that you have found the door to fate. Then you only need to activate the gold compass with Silver Moon. We can completely reverse the fate. "The woman stroked Yang Ling's cheek and said softly."

"Where is Silver Moon?"

"Silver Moon is in the place where you lived, in the world of nine stars, in the eyes of your daughter..."

The voice of the beginning of the spirit seems to be getting farther and farther. The whole picture of Yang Ling began to slowly turn into white light, and Yang Ling also burst into a moment. It seems that the endless years passed through the body, and the endless memory flooded into him like a flood. The mind, a period of tens of billions of years of reincarnation, makes him instantly lost his stagnation.

The tenth cycle, the tenth cause and effect.

The tenth fate struggled, let him know a few women who made him unforgettable.

It turned out that he felt like he had never met a mistake. Han Xue, Sun Xiaojing, Xue Yuqin, and Xue Yurong all appeared in his side in a reincarnation and looked at each other.

Although his **** of this time has long been cut off by him all causes and effects.

All the people who have a relationship with him are all half-hearted with the break of cause and effect.

He could have remembered his parents, could not remember his wife, could not remember his children, could not remember his brothers and sisters, all about the earth, about the spiritual world, all the memories of the miners, all the moments restore.

In the void in front of us, there are eight palaces of the Guardian who collapsed and shattered. Not only did the main hall collapse, but the huge statues all collapsed.

The cyan behemoth has been swallowed up by the chaotic purple bells. At this time, the brilliant bell of the same mouth hangs in his sea of ​​gods, and the consciousness of the Promise of the Promise is completely annihilated.

Oda Snow, Ding Cong, Dou Yuntao, Gao Wenfeng, Chu Yuan, Yu Qiang, Yun Hailong, and Yan Ruyu all sit in their own dojos and meditate. Everyone's breath is extremely weak.

This Yangling did not know how long the battle lasted. The eight guardians responsible for suppressing the chaotic behemoths were also hit hard. However, thanks to the protection of the order of the exquisite monarch and the protection of the creation of the amulet, it finally passed. The riots of the chaotic behemoths also passed the move of the Promise of the Promise to try to pull the chaotic beast out of the sea of ​​gods.

In the end, the Promise of the Promise was the first to refine the gods into the Nether Gods in the nine secluded springs, and to create the power of creation in another way, so that the Yuanshen could not carry the consciousness like the ordinary gods~www.wuxiaspot. Com~ caused consciousness to be unable to be deposited in the gods and separated from the body, which became a dead point for him.

If the ordinary monk is hit hard, he can also be separated from the gods and the soul of the war, and then re-agglomerate the body by other means, just like the old man and a group of miners in the field, even including the battle of the soul in the rifle. Like the spirits that the gods deposit in the statue, as long as the gods do not die, the bearing and memory will exist.

In addition, the creation of the saints will seal his body for hundreds of millions of years, and use eight whole worlds of saints to extract and consume his energy. This will enable Yang Ling to successfully kill the chaotic behemoth and completely annihilate it. The consciousness of the Promise of the Promise.

This is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom, but also a contest of time.

The innocent eyes of Yang Ling’s eyebrows opened, and a rippling water curtain spread out. In a moment, I saw the scene of the Promise of the Promise of the Promise, so that the compass behind the head emerged, and Ding Cong and Oda Snow and others will be The income of the compass space, and then stepped out.

The battle in the seal land is still not over.

And the battle is still extremely fierce.

A huge Suzaku's body is in the void, and the body is slowly collapsing, releasing a brilliant glow.

Suzaku St. King fell and was unconscious on the gossip map.

A woman in a long green dress is smashing with the dragon sacred monarch.

The creation of the Holy Sepulchre is sitting on the edge of the octagonal array. The blood is soaked in the square for hundreds of meters. A strand of ray is continuously ejected from the wound on his body. The bronze gate behind him has collapsed, leaving only a ghost. Still continually melting, the power of the collapsed order is piled up in a void in the endless world, and it looks very different.

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