Mixed Miners

The air swayed, the space shattered, and large black and white cracks flashed around the sword.

Behind the crack, the stars vanished.

"Boom~~"

The sky is falling apart, and the stars are shaking.

Tens of thousands of kilometers were trembled violently, and a colorful light like the same sun exploded, and the violent energy directly rushed out of the star.

The gray sky, the wind and the clouds, the large and dense fog is scattered, revealing a few huge stars.

"呜~~~"

An extremely fierce horror broke out in the light group.

Although the body of the white Lantern is huge, but it is not enough to see the one hit with the sky, the light is exhausted, Yang Ling sees it, the half body of the Yuanxiao is opened, and the wing is together. The long tail fell to the ground.

The dam, which is mixed with a touch of golden blood, seems to collapse, and is sprayed into a radius of several tens of kilometers.

This blow, obviously it has been hit hard.

The jade imaginary son who floats between the heavens and the earth like a small ant is also vomiting blood, and the dry figure is obviously a lot of wilting.

"The animals are killed ~!"

The ghost shadow screamed again, stepping forward, and the long sword in his hand waved again.

Seeing this, Yang Ling’s heart was finally relieved.

It seems that the jade imaginary child is hidden deep enough, but it has been in the soul tower for tens of thousands of years, and his head is a little funny. If he used this trick earlier, wouldn’t he have already killed this scorpion? Do not have to vomit blood and vomit so hard.

Because he has been vomiting blood all the time, Yangling spit feels a little scared, afraid that he is not careful, even the internal organs are spit out.

However, Yang Ling seems to be too early.

The long sword in the hands of the ghost of the sky is high, and a colorful brilliance gathers thicker and thicker. At the moment of the smashing out, the phantom is slightly smashed, and then slowly collapses, and the long sword suddenly loses its support. As a stream of light flew to the jade imaginary son, and the jade imaginary son who was standing in the air, fell down and fell.

? ?

Yang Ling suddenly scared his mouth into a big duck egg.

The plot reversed too fast, just like the three As that saw themselves, and the result turned over a bad 2, Yang Ling felt that God had a big joke with him, and this joke was terrible.

Although the scorpion was seriously injured, it was obviously not dead, and the jade scorpion seemed to hang.

This ending is the last thing Yang Ling wants to see. Although Yu Xingzi counts himself, it is his own kind, not to mention the hatred that he has not resolved. If he wins, he can talk to him.

But now it seems that the last one is the super ancestor of the ancestors.

Yang Ling feels that he has nothing to talk about with it. This thing is not at all inconspicuous. There is no awareness of a high-level alien creature. The first time he meets, he is quite unconcerned and wants to eat himself.

So now there is less of the jade scorpion, the shield of the black pot, and the old man is afraid of the big chest... Hey, fierce and less, can’t escape.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling bite his teeth and pull out the black lacquered small gourd from his pocket and reach out and pull out the stopper.

“My seniors helped me!”

Yang Ling raised his small gourd and then sat cross-legged on the ground.

He immediately looked shocked. "Yang Daoyou can't, you can't take it in the virtual world!"

But it was too late at this time, the small gourd floating in the air burst into a strange atmosphere, a huge suction came from the mouth of the gourd, and the space that gradually subsided after the battle suddenly began to oscillate again, and the road was dark. The streamer converges from the surrounding to the gourd mouth, and soon forms a dark vortex.

For the embarrassing words, Yang Ling turned a deaf ear, he has already sinken his heart into the Shenhai cave, and the gods constantly communicate with the little gourd. In the mind, he clearly shows all the states inside and outside the small gourd.

A dark light curtain fell from the sky, and when it was nearly a thousand miles, it was dark, and in the darkness, a vortex became bigger and bigger, and soon it spread to the white Lantern. A group of black light surrounded the Yuanxiao, and then Desperately pull inside the vortex.

Yuan Zhen, who had been hit hard, had left an old life from the gate of Ghost Gate. He did not expect that the guys who had been standing next to the two busy flies couldn’t be tempted to provoke it.

Suddenly, it is angry!

"呜~~"

An earth-shattering roar, the long legs of Yuanxiao continued to move around, and the black light of a group was shattered by the bursting of energy on the long legs, and the power of the vortex could not bind it.

Although Yang Ling and Yuan Zhen are close to one hundred kilometers apart, for this powerful Yuan Zhen, who has already entered the virtual world, it is not a distance. Its incomplete shape disappears in the same place, waiting for it. When I saw it clearly, it had stood in front of Yang Ling, resembling a hill. Looking down at the ant, a black hole hung behind it. Numerous black streamers were entangled in its huge body, pulling it into the vortex. Among them.

Although Yuan Zhen was angry, his eyes still showed a hint of drama.

Its body moved slightly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The seemingly powerful black vortex began to collapse and soon became fragmented.

"噗~!"

Yang Ling, who was sitting on the ground, squirted a blood, and then screamed and screamed at his forehead.

In his current mind, it is impossible to manipulate the small gourd to suppress the scorpion.

The power of the spirit is too weak.

However, just as Yang Ling’s headache was about to stun, the little sword floating in his god’s cave trembled slightly, and a colorful jade bead surrounded by an egg’s beak suddenly burst into a large amount of colored light. Like a bright sun, unleashed energy is released from his eyebrows and directly into the small gourd floating in the air.

The crumbling little gourd suddenly had a black light, and even the dark light curtains of a thousand miles were turbulent, and a powerful space for imprisonment appeared.

The white Lantern began to struggle, and the eight legs were like a few long smashing scorpions, and they kept smashing, but the movements were slower and smaller, until they stopped slowly, and finally they were in a pose of claws and claws. It is usually fixed in the air by ice.

The dark vortex began to condense and rotate, slowly zooming into a few kilometers, and finally dragged the white enamel floating in the air into the vortex, and then disappeared with a black light.

The heavens and the earth are quiet, and the huge Yuanxiao, which has broken its head and broken its feet, is scattered in the radius of hundreds of kilometers. It is like a hill lying on the ground, a messy sandstone ground, **** blood, everywhere in the blood, just like a new one. Bloody rain.

Inside the small gourd, it is another world.

In the previously broken mountains, the cracked ground has been completely repaired.

On the vast dome, a dark hole flashed, and a white snow-capped Yuanxiao fell and then slammed on the ground. (To be continued.)