Mixed Miners

His spirit is struggling, but this strange breath suddenly enters the Shenhai cave from his eyebrows, and then all gathers into the jade beads hanging in the air to penetrate.

The jade beads trembled, the blue, white and black three-color patterns on the top kept flashing, the color became clearer and clearer, and then a faint scent of fragrance came out from the jade beads, instantly filling the entire Shenhai hole, and the small tree in the Shenquan wellhead was in this fragrance. Gently swaying, the branches stretched, desperately absorbing this strange scent, and the little sword hanging over the jade beads, also trembled, began to devour this fragrance.

At the moment when this fragrance came out, Yang Ling felt that he was awake a lot, and the vague mind had a sign of slowly and clear.

So he no longer struggled, stayed a bit and opened his mouth again and took a bite.

In fact, Yang Ling does not know what to eat at all. It is just a subconscious movement of the soul. Whenever he bites the bitter gourd in his mind, when he is bitterly fascinated, there is a strange breath into his sea of ​​gods. The hole is then absorbed by the jade beads and exudes a more intense aroma.

Every time he ate, he felt that his soul was solid and his mind was clearer. So, Yang Ling kept eating and kept eating.

It’s so hard~!

He ate tears when he ate, and he grew so long. He never ate so much bitterness, not only bitter, but bitterly bitter, and miserable.

He decided that if he could survive, he would never eat bitter melon anymore.

In the madness of Yang Ling, the dark tide erupted like a tsunami in the mountains, and the dense tentacles wrapped around his soul swayed wildly, and then began to loosen and fall off.

Until a certain moment, when Yang Ling took a bite, he found that he had recovered his freedom and opened his eyes. He was lying in a huge cave, surrounded by the horrible and strange atmosphere of pulling the soul. It has disappeared without a trace, and on the light curtain in front of it, the countdown is only the last minute left.

He quickly climbed up, and all the stones were stacked together. A huge cymbal of hundreds of meters was lying in the rock. Most of the bones were buried underneath. A lot of bones were broken, huge. The spine and ribs broke into numerous traps in the air, and a black scent swam around the bones, transforming all kinds of frightening shapes. The shadow of the devil and the ghost jumped and snarled among the rocks, as if suddenly A demon **** is average.

Yang Ling's scalp was numb and looked at the black shadow wandering around. When he read it, he found his flying sword and then grabbed the flying sword.

With this short observation, the countdown on the light curtain is only less than thirty seconds left.

Yang Ling’s eyes finally stared at the sly head.

The skull has more than ten floors and is half collapsed. Most of the bones are buried under the rock. Only a few meters high and a black hole are left. The surface of the purple jade bone is covered with black and different patterns, as if the twisted gossip pattern is seen. It was unusually embarrassing, but what Yang Ling was paying attention to was the glimpse of the flashing light, the black and white transpiration, which seemed to burn in another world through countless voids.

Looking at the countdown numbers on the light curtain, Yang Ling bit his teeth and rushed to the hoe.

"吼~~"

A horrible ghost suddenly slammed down from the cheekbones to Yang Ling. A burst of snoring suddenly sounded directly in the depths of his mind. It was like a thunderstorm in the sky. It shocked him and he was dizzy. He almost fell off his aura.

"Go to death~!"

Yang Ling also screamed, and the hook of Chen Feijian in his hand suddenly brilliance, bringing a bright light to the ghost.

But what made him lose his soul is that Feijian directly penetrated from the ghost body, but the ghost did not seem to be hurt any more. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of Yang Ling, and the giant hole that opened the black hole bite down. The breath that made him ecstasy again shrouded him.

"斩~"

At this point, Yang Ling has no longer made any reservations. The blue, white and black brilliance of the head rises and rises, turning into a three-color small sword and squinting at the ghost.

Hey~~

A sound like a crack in the voice of Yang Ling sounded, only to hear a very fierce roar, the ghost was split into two halves by three-colored swords, and then turned into a black smoke to dissipate, while a dark bead fell Yang Ling puts the beads into the ring and puts the body on the huge head.

Regardless of whether the thing in the eye is the reward item of this time, but at this time, Yang Ling desperately wants to get it.

Another weird ghost roared and jumped.

Yang Ling simply did not use Chen Feijian, but also rushed over to the ghosts, and the moment he was about to collide, another three-color brilliance rushed out from his head and turned into a sword.

"噗~~"

The ghosts dissipated again in the miserable, and a bead fell in the dark fog.

Although it was blocked twice, Yang Ling was still a short distance from a few hundred meters. When more ghosts were blocked, Yang Ling had already stood in a huge chest.

At this time, Yang Ling had no chance to rush. The seven or eight more than ten-meter-high grotesque ghosts roared and screamed. Yang Ling’s massive power of souls was released to prepare to cover the whole scorpion and put it in the ring, but the soul The emergence of the force, but these ghosts are like smelling **** sharks, more ghosts in all directions have rushed over, when the sky is flying into a dark black, Yang Ling wrapped up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ open mouth and desperate The tears devour his power.

Yang Ling suddenly pocked, so many ghosts, even if his true spirits are enough, it will definitely not be finished in a short time, not to mention that he used Yufu Qiyuan twice in a row, at this time like a hacksaw in his mind. I have not dared to use it anymore.

How to do?

This sacred god's effort, a lot of ghosts have already rushed to him, Yang Ling had no choice but to take out the realm of the demon town, the eyebrows flashed, a dark little gourd floated out, he quickly unplugged the plug, in the Shenhai cave Yuzhu exudes a large amount of aura into the soul tower of the town. Suddenly, a huge swallowing force erupts from the gourd mouth, and a large amount of black gas scatters and wraps around the ghosts.

What surprised Yang Ling was that these seemingly powerful ghosts that could not be dealt with by Chen Feijian were once entangled in the black gas of the small gourd, and suddenly they screamed and screamed, and they were easily pulled into the gourd mouth and disappeared.

In just a few seconds, hundreds of ghosts disappeared, Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, the power of the soul broke out without reservation, the gourd mouth burst out of greater suction, a black hole vortex condensed in the air, a lot of black gas in all directions The extension went out to entangle this huge cockroach and then dragged it into the vortex. (To be continued.)