Mixed Miners

One second to remember {www.} no pop-up window for more than ten days, the study has encountered a bigger bottleneck, as if walking into a dead end, thousands of people staying up late, the remaining dozen characters are anyway Can not find the source.

Yang Ling also rummaged through the magic book on his hand and found no clues.

As time passed for nearly a month, the study was completely immersed in darkness and confusion. Thousands of researchers who had become rabbit eyes were collapsing. The rest of the symbols had no clue at all, and all the information could not find the source. .

"Yang, there should be no more progress in a short time!" Although Yang Ling gave Daphne a clean water Dan, but still let this big breasted woman feel the heart and soul, this kind of day and night study, ordinary people can not afford.

"stick, what do you think?" Yang Ling frowned and asked the stick standing next to him.

The stick is also full of sorrow and said: "Boss, according to your statement, the civilization of civilization and the civilization of the earth today is not a system at all, and these records and texts are basically left over from the Middle Ages, after several churches. After the destruction of each other and several world wars, the chances of continuing to discover new clues are very slim, unless you contact your goblin friend!"

Yang Ling sighed and shook his head. Since the escape of the Xuanjing mine, Ke Sitan had no news. Even if he did not hang, it is estimated that he would not know the Year of the Monkey.

"Yang, in fact, my tutor has a very rich experience in the study of magical words, but unfortunately he is already dead, otherwise he may be able to solve the problem of the rest of the characters!" Daphna regretted.

After Yang Ling’s silence for a long time, he asked: “Davena, your tutor has studied witchcraft for a long time. Is there no note and record data left behind?”

Daphne thought for a moment and shook her head. "I am a student of Professor Witz, but most of the time I just came to help him sort out some materials and articles. There are not many research contacts, and he has a lot of things hidden. I have seen him have a thick diary, but after he died, I have not found it several times. Maybe he doesn't want us to know. After all, many studies on witchcraft and necromantics are very exclusive, especially It is the church, this black magic is not allowed."

Yang Ling took out the sheepskin book that was taken out of the coffin and said, "Do you see this?"

Daphne shook her head just by looking at the old cover: "This is just a copy of "Roger's Book of Roger". I personally put it in his coffin. His diary is a black one. I have only seen it. once."

Yang Ling’s face was gloomy and he whispered to his chin: “Is it necessary for Laozi to resurrect this guy?”

"Resurrection?" Daphna was shocked and said with a stuttering heart: "Yang, can you really resurrect the dead?"

Yang Ling did not answer. By the time he is in this state, he has almost no other methods. The resurrection of Witz O'Brien is very expensive. The average person needs to spend 10 billion coins. If the problem is not solved after the resurrection, then absolutely It will give him the urge to hang himself.

After thinking about it for a long time, Yang Ling decided to get rid of it. Even if he went bankrupt, he would not hesitate to pay for it. A five-level mine and a billion-dollar coin, the difference is simply too big.

"Davena, let's go to the basement and see!"

After a few minutes, the three men reappeared in a black lacquer-filled witchcraft lab.

"Davena, then I will have a resurrection ceremony, but remember not to say it, or I will punish you!"

The stick eyes were bright, and then the head was weak and pulled down.

Ugh! It seems that this big breasted beauty has no part of her own, the boss has already seen her, and is ready to punish her!

After Yang Ling finished, he did not wait for Daphne to promise, and he took out a handful of scented souls. This was the last time after the resurrection of Xue Yuqin, and there was still a lot left.

Yang Ling released the power of the soul, and the **** of the sea sitting in the blue and white Taiji ball in the sea of ​​God suddenly opened his eyes, and Yang Ling’s eyes flashed in a blue and white light. He couldn’t help but stunned and his face became strange. .

Under the dim light, the basement is close to the corner of the bookshelf, and a long, long claw is hung on it. On the claws, there is a black scent, which is like a smog and swaying. It seems to be stuck. The same on the claws.

This kind of black fog, he also saw when he revived Xue Yuqin last time, it should be the soul of the dead, but after more than a month, it still condensed.

Yang Ling stared at the black mist for a long time, then relieved, and there was a hint of excitement in her heart. Maybe the stick was right. This guy really has a few brushes. If he dies, he can still keep the soul, so he will be resurrected. More convenient.

With a hand swaying, the eight sacred souls scented around the bookshelf ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ surrounded the black fog.

"Stick, protect Daphna!"

The stick quickly nodded and pulled the **** behind her, and then the back was tightly attached to her chest.

Yang Ling also ignored the small movements of the stick, and the palm of his hand was lightly stunned. The eight sacred souls were ignited by the aura. As the eight pillars of smoke rose, a faint scent of the spirits exuded.

With the appearance of the scent, the black mist on the claws was suddenly and madly shaken like a stimulus, constantly illuminating the black light of various shapes.

The eight smog slowly spread out, wrapped up like a lightly fluttering fishing net, and then continually gathered on the claws. A burst of screaming screaming appeared in Yang Ling’s mind, with the appearance of this sound. The entire basement suddenly blew up a smog, and Daphna, who was stuck on the wall with the back of the stick, felt like she fell into the ice cave, and she was so scared that she was only stunned.

Because this time Yang Ling discovered the three souls and seven scorpions of Witz O'Brien in advance, so it saved a lot of time. At this time, the illusion of the murder was almost one third.

Yang Ling looked at the black light and shadow that was constantly swaying and swaying in the smoke. He flipped his hand and took out a piece of soul sorcerer and threw it over the squatting paw. Then his finger slammed, and the aura poured into it, and the power of the spirit activated the array inside.

The black light and shadow are slowly gathered toward the soul-inducing spirit under the guidance of the sacred soul, and the last array in the soul-inducing character is activated. Wrap black light into it.

"Boom~"

Suddenly there was an earth-shattering thunder, and Yang Ling took a hand to the top of his head and then stared at the constantly twirling character again. (To be continued.)

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