Mixed Miners

The black hole that rotates in front of the small gourd is constantly shaking and shaking, and there are signs of collapse at any time, while the blue light and colorful clouds are still madly rushing inside.

Yang Ling clenched his teeth tightly, and his look looked very awkward. He could hardly see the original appearance of the carbonized skin. He could only see a pair of **** eyes like a violent beast. Blood and blood continued to follow the eyes and ears. Come out, then roll and drop.

He is almost completely relying on the will to persist, desperately squeezing every element of the body, even if it is already a perfection of the realm of the gods, but in the madness of Jiu Xuan’s madness, there is still a sense of strength. Extracted from the internal organs and Dantian.

Unicom connected with the internal organs of the five internal organs and the acupoints of the Zhou dynasty began to collapse one by one with the withdrawal of vitality, and then the two main veins of the governor, and soon with the last glimmer of energy, they were broken into nothingness.

Followed by the collapse of Dantian, the protection of the internal organs and the loss of vitality, but also collapsed.

"噗~~"

Yang Ling floating in the air once again spurted a blood out of his mouth, his body was crumbling, and there was a hint of apology and bitterness in his **** eyes. It seems that this time it is really dead, and the system protection after Samsung’s perfection has been used by himself. It is called a broken throat and no one will save himself.

In the blurred vision of the blood, the vagueness seems to see the shadow of the mother. She seems to be very dissatisfied with herself. She is angry and complains: "It’s so big that I still don’t marry, see Yang Xu and Zhang Peng, my son and daughter are going to I will walk."

In the hustle and bustle, Dad looked at him with sympathy, and then turned his head and turned to chopping wood;

Then Yang Xu was holding his nephew and waving to him. "Calling two uncles, the uncle is so powerful, he grew up and went to cultivate the immortals."

Ding Cong was sitting on a huge invincible huge chair. The red cloak was dragged on the ground. A star river surrounded him and held a **** red staff in his hand. He said with enthusiasm: "The second child, then we should Conquer the universe?"

Dou Yuntao, Gao Wenfeng, and Yu Qiang's shadows followed and went away. They laughed or screamed one by one, cursing his son with no one, and promised that they would not come for so long.

Then two women holding hands, wearing a white mopping dress, with a corolla, exquisite face, graceful figure, under the collar of the low V, revealing two equally tall and plump jade peaks, one shake One of the money came, one of them said shyly: "Xiaoling, my sister and Linlin are married to you today. In the future, we will be together and repaired together, and will grow old with you..."

In the crater, the small gourd madly vibrated, the black hole also swayed constantly, and Yang Ling stood still, a trace of saliva mixed in the blood dripping from his mouth.

The shadows of the two women walked through his body from the blood, followed by a woman, petite and exquisite, beautiful, with a crystal card on the head, like a fairy, a pure and innocent pair of big eyes, with A stubborn and cold, snow-white full chest gently swaying under the sling, the skirt can only cover the roots of the thigh, obviously a state of empty, holding a long black knife in her hand, and her figure Completely disproportionate, "Master, Snow will stay with you forever, you are my will!"

Ice and snow, cold winds raging, in an old room, there is also a woman, a pretty star, the same bumpy body, a white dress against her like a peerless independent snow lotus, but she is lying in the cold On the ground, with both hands clasped with devout prayers, a red line of sight fell from her hands and swayed gently in the cold wind.

"Yang Ling... Yang Ling..."

If there is a sound that is not heard in the void, it will constantly echo in his ear.

"Xiao Jing..."

The swaying Yang Ling suddenly felt a shock, and the **** red eyes flashed a bright light, watching the space looming like a doomsday.

"No, I can't die yet~"

Yang Ling suddenly screamed and turned his hand out of the ring to take out a small purple-red item. He didn't look at it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Boom~"

The entrance to this thing turned into a lava river violently rushed into his stomach, and then blasted into countless streams, like a volcanic eruption, rushing toward him.

A stream of purple-red rivers burned, stretched, and rushed left and right in his body, wrapping him in the same way as a boundless net.

In the Shenhai cave, there are few elements left in the moment, and the magma that has burst into it is burning, and the fuzzy soul is burning. There is nothing in the mind at this time, only the purple flame is left, as if the fire sea is generally 100 meters. High flames.

Shenquan has already been burned out, and Shenhu Lake has already dried up. The black town soul tower is bathed in the flame, constantly swallowing a flame, and then squirting it from Yangling's forehead and pouring it into the small gourd.

The black vortex gradually stabilized and the small gourd slowly stopped vibrating.

The dragon roll that gathered the multicolored ion smog and blue light still screamed into the black hole.

Although the scene is stable, when Yang Ling is painful, life is not as good as death. The pain of burning souls has long made him unable to control it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Constantly mourning to catch his head, to plan, to tear, to want to put this flame From the inside of my mind, a large chunk of the already carbonized skin was torn off by him, and the skin was fleshy and bloody.

But the soul of the soul is nothing, the purple-black flame can only be felt with the soul, so even if Yang Ling squats his own head, the flame will continue to burn.

At this time, any pain in the world can not describe Yang Ling's feelings. He has no thoughts. He just wants to die right away. Only when he dies, can he be freed from the pain of suffering and burning. .

The greatest pain in the world is not painful, but you can't do it, you can't do it, the helplessness, the kind of despair, the one-stop failure, even the most will-will will collapse.

He had just roared to survive. At this time, he had already thrown this thought into the clouds. If anyone could kill him immediately, he would definitely appreciate the eight generations of his ancestors.

On the top of the stick, a propeller whirls and hoveres behind Yang Ling, watching Yang suddenly holding his head and mourning, mad self-abuse, and a large piece of flesh on his head falls off to reveal the bones of Bai Sensen, and immediately rushes to hug His arm: "Boss, boss, what's the matter with you?" (To be continued.)