Mixed Miners

"Boom ~ Boom ~"

Two unspeakable explosions came, and a fierce and strange energy in the air picked up like a wave. Yang Ling, who was flying in the air, felt his soul swaying and almost fell from the sky.

And as the two groups of blasts blew open, the rushing Yuanxiao group suddenly became one of the ones. When Yang Ling stabilized his body shape, in the knowledge of God, a large number of Lanterns slammed like a cut wheat. At the same time, the sky was red light and turned into a big net, and then countless Yuanxiao was cut into countless pieces under the red light net. The fountain splashes in the sky, and when it is in the city, it becomes like hell.

"The trough ~!"

Yang Ling couldn't help but look back at the three miners who were behind him. Two of them had the same two magic weapons in their hands. It looked like a wooden stick with an eyeball embedded in it. One of the spirits of the spirit of the volatility, while the other hand is empty, it is obvious that the magic weapon has been thrown out by him.

"呜~"

"呜~"

After several rounds of low-pitched buzzing sounds, the seven-eight-headed red-faced Lantern Festival plunged into the sky from the body of the Yuanxiao, and stunned in the air, and then slammed against Yangling and the three miners. Come.

Yang Ling volleyed a few steps, and the body passed over the head of the head of the gods, and at the same time, a sword light flashed a brilliance on the body of Yuanxiao.

With the sound of "噗~", the **** light bursts, and a long cut of the tail rotates and flies out, and the reddish Lantern also slams and slams down.

Under one face, the Yuan Zhen of the Divine Realm was severely damaged.

"呜~~~"

Then a long, low-pitched rage came, and the head of the city was almost a hundred meters up and down. The Lantern, who was red and flaming, snarled and screamed. The body was like a raging sun, and it turned into a streamer.

At the same time, within a few tens of kilometers, the air suddenly became tight, and then a huge restraining force appeared. Yang Ling’s movement slowed down. Although he did not move his legs, the speed fell at least half.

It’s too shameful! Opened!

Yang Ling couldn't help but feel a OOXX in his heart. How do you follow this?

"The owner left here~"

Behind them came the buzz of three miners, but there was no chance to retreat at this time. The three miners had been entangled with the Yuanxiao of several gods, although they were suppressed by this weird energy field. It is still basically equal, but the scene has clearly fallen into the wrong.

Yang Ling’s light curtain popped up in front of him, and the images of the four miners appeared directly in the center of the light curtain.

"Targeted Spiritual Enemy, launch ~!"

"咻咻~"

Two sounds of almost inaudible sensation came, and there was a shimmering white light on both sides of the north and the south, which smashed the space and directly appeared on the face of the oncoming sacred spirit, and cut it slightly. Go on.

"Boom ~ Boom ~"

Two loud resounding roars, a sigh of relief that the soul of the soul must be swept away from the Lantern, a group of blue smog rises, and large chunks of blue ice crystals quickly wrap the enamel, blinking Between the Lantern Festival, the Lantern Festival became a large ice raft hitting a two-kilometer-high wall.

The boulder splashed and the sand was rolling. The tall city wall collapsed directly into a gap of three or four kilometers. A large number of blue ice icing continued to expand. Even the dust was frozen and solidified into various strange shapes in the air.

The force of restraint in the air suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Yang Ling stayed for a moment. I didn't expect the ice-cold prison gun to be so powerful. I suddenly shouted with excitement, and then the body flashed and appeared in the side of a **** Yuan Yuan, and Chen Feijian screamed and fell.

"噗噗~"

A few strands of blood splattered, and the head of the scorpion turned into a few pieces, and then it was frozen into a few ice on the ground.

Hey~

The blue ice on the ground is still expanding rapidly, and the castle and the pyramid are quickly overwhelmed.

"Giggle~~"

The chilling chill in the air made Yang Ling unable to resist a few tricks.

Too cold, this weapon does not distinguish between the enemy and me, not only the body can not bear, even the soul has a sense of insensitivity, but immediately a large number of gods broke out from him, pushing the cold around, and soon appeared in another Beside the head of the gods.

Without a strange space binding force field, Yang Ling and the three mineral slaves, like cutting vegetables and cutting vegetables, quickly killed a few Yuan Zhen Yuan Yuan, and then rushed to the frozen scorpion king.

Although this scorpion king of the spiritual world was shackled by the ice and the imprisonment, it must not be hung, and it could not be killed regardless of physical strength or soul strength.

Sure enough, the four figures have just plunged under the wall, and the attack from the Feijian Fabao has not yet fallen onto the huge hail, the explosion of the mountain shakes, the thick blue ice in a radius of nearly one kilometer. It was shaken into powder, and a huge red dragonfly stood up from the ground.

The seven-eight-meter-long hook Chen Feijian shimmered with red and white intertwined brilliance on the head of Yuan Zhen. At about the same time, three more lights flashed on the shell of the Yuanxiao.

But the eggs are.

All attacks did not work in any way.

The body of the scorpion king who climbed out of the ice swayed without shaking, shaking eight tens of meters long legs, and then lifting up the ugly head, very disdainfully swept Yang Ling and others, eyes anger, murder More is still contemptuous.

An old man’s armor, standing still and letting you fight, can’t break the arrogant look.

Your uncle!

Looking at the flying sword that was bounced back by the Yuanxiao shell, ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Linger is cold, and no good opportunity has broken its shell, this is still an egg.

"呜~~"

The Scorpion King proudly raised his head and screamed at the sky, and then a huge restraining force in the air appeared again.

And because the distance between the two sides is only three or four hundred meters, the binding force is extremely strong, and Yang Ling almost has the feeling of falling like a quagmire.

A red light shadow without any indication of the piercing space appeared directly on the top of Yang Ling's head. On the tail, a black ray of volley flew down.

The attack of the Scorpion King came too fast and not too particular. Yang Ling almost did not react, but had to watch it fall from the sky.

Almost at the same time, a white silk thread appeared at the end of the Lantern Festival. This was another attack by the ice-cold prison gun. But this time, the Scorpion King seemed to be prepared, and the body flickered, and the silk passed from Yuanxiao. Then kneel directly in the castle. (To be continued.)