Mixed Miners

Sitting on the bed again, Yang Ling also gave up the idea of ​​continuing to use God to search. According to the old man, this search has no use.

Since it wasn’s Oda Snow, Yang Ling’s heart was relieved and let go of God’s thoughts. Sun Xiaojing stood alone in the yard, a small white dog was spinning around her feet, one person, one dog, one piece, one piece I ate. Just happy.

Obviously, the current squad leader is much more cheerful than before.

Yang Ling closed his eyes and thought clearly, and began to study a looming thing hidden in the depths of the soul.

This is a sessile machete. In fact, there is only one black sharp edge, which is vague, just like the same black mist floating and shaking, it is impossible to see clearly.

Just now, when he was crazy about using the scan of the gods, he inadvertently emerged from the depths of his mind.

This is the magical sacred magic that was left in the ghost of the black jade.

This thing is like a thorn, has been deeply hidden in the depths of Yang Ling's soul, usually can not find invisible, has always made Yang Ling very jealous.

Just like you live in a thief, you know that he is there, but you don't know where to hide. In the long run, Yang Ling will be flustered as soon as he thinks about it.

Regardless of whether this thing is malicious or not, it is always clear that it can be used, and it can be used if it cannot be used.

As a result, a lot of vitality poured into his mind from his dantian, and the Shenhai cave immediately swayed, and the Shenquan began to oscillate. The black hole in the deep well began to spirally rotate, and a large amount of spring water condensed and dripped, constantly scouring. The soul of the gods.

One drop...two drops...three drops...

As more and more springs fall, the soul begins to become more transparent, and the black scimitar in the depths of the mind is beginning to become more and more clear. On the dark knife, a devil's face gradually becomes clear. Appeared.

"Ha ha ha ha ~~"

Suddenly a burst of mad and horrible laughter blew deep in his mind, and the grimace on the scimitar suddenly opened his **** eyes and glanced at him.

"噗~!"

Yang Ling suddenly felt a heavy hammer in his mind, his face pale as paper, and his mouth spewed out a blood.

However, he did not cut off the mind, but he was holding on to the scimitar with a severe headache. This is the first time that he has clearly felt the existence of this knife. He wants to figure out What kind of ghost is this knife?

Laughter echoed in his mind. He was shocked by the blood and the signs of collapse. But the coming is fast, just when Yang Ling feels that his mind is almost blurred, the black scimitar Suddenly floated and slammed into his eyebrows after a few spins in the air.

"Ah~~"

Yang Ling’s painful screams only felt that the knife had smashed his own soul into pieces, and then the person straightened down and turned down, while his mouth opened.

"噗~~~"

A lot of blood spurted out of his mouth, like a blood mist, and the whole room was dyed red.

"哐~" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Sun Xiaojing rushed in.

Yang Ling is like a piece of rotten wood lying on the bed, and then stunned in the first glance.

......

This is a dark world.

The mountains are black, the water is black, the trees and grass are black, and even the sun in the sky looks black.

Monotonous and lonely, nothing but black.

Yang Ling feels that he is so hungry and tired. He feels that he is locked in a maze. No matter how long he goes, no matter which direction he is in, he always sees those things.

A mountain, a tree, a pool, and then a seemingly ridiculous weed.

He has been in this strange place for a long time, and he does not know how long it will take. Anyway, it seems that it is not a few years or ten years.

He doesn't even know how he came to this place?

What happened before?

He vaguely remembered that there was a black light licking himself, and then a woman rushed over to herself and cried herself.

Then, he didn't remember anything. He stayed in this place all these years. His mind was getting more and more blurred and his breath was getting weaker. He felt that he would suddenly die at any time.

He stood under the dark tree. The tree had already died for many years. The thick branches and the branches of the forks seemed to be composed of hundreds of millions of ghosts. They were always twisting and deforming, and he always felt that he seemed to Where I saw the tree, I was familiar, but when he tried hard, he couldn’t remember anything, as if his memory was lost.

After a long time, he felt that he really had no strength, so he sat down slowly by the trunk. The dark hair seemed to be wild grass, almost all of which was about to be dragged to the ground. The dark skin was all wrinkled, and the skinny body was like the same dry. Hey, he touched his own ribs and looked at the dark sky and lamented.

Is Laozi going to die here?

He couldn't help but stunned, and he felt a little unwilling in his heart, but after a long time of grinding it, he felt that even if he died, it didn't matter, because he had already been bored by this black lacquered space.

However, he always felt that he still had something to do, and the whole person was very sorry, but in the end it was something that could not be remembered.

He held a small piece of black iron in his hand and slowly closed his eyes with a trace of regret.

Soon after, a very strange breath was released from his body, a vague scimitar appeared on his forehead, and then became clearer, and finally a skull was shown on the scimitar, but this skull But there are four faces, which are constantly changing in rotation.

If you are seen, not to be scared to death, you must also faint.

The skull slowly emerged from the scimitar, as if a person climbed out of the glue, Yang Ling's dark forehead was pulled.

"嘣~!"

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Another piece of flesh broke.

A large number of black and half white blood rushed out, like a stream slid down Yang Ling's cheek, and the moment the blood splashed on the ground, a trace of white light flashed in the dark.

The head was desperately pulled forward, and as the last piece of Yang Ling's eyebrows collapsed, a brightly curved brilliance of a machete appeared in the air.

"嘎嘎嘎嘎~!"

The skull opened four large mouths at the same time to make a dry and horrible laughter, and the whole void shivered in laughter.

"Thirty thousand years, my magic yuan has waited for 30,000 years before I found this life!"

The skull was constantly turning in the machete, and four faces and eight eyes were staring at Yang Ling, who was lying under the big tree, and there was a hint of drama and satisfaction on his face. (To be continued.)