Mixed Miners

The nine-headed devil snake is right. At this time, almost all the high-level devils who intercepted the trolls in the other direction have already found the wrong direction. They are gathering in the direction of the magical field.

Because of the mistakes made by the top of the Mozu, the Ding Cong and others were given enough escape time. At this time, they have entered the magical range, less than a thousand kilometers from the entrance of the Magic, but here, in the chaos Under the interference of energy and rules, the space rules are greatly affected. The demons of the group of demons are most affected. The void teleports are no longer usable. Even the magical souls are unstable. Ding Cong and Gao Wenfeng are four. It has come out of the magical space of several giant magicians, but its own strength has also become much different from ordinary people under the suppression of the magic.

At this time, a group of people ran wildly on the deserted gravel.

"Boom~"

A few tens of kilometers behind him, the sky suddenly swayed and then blasted. A demon elder showed a figure with a giant magician. He looked at Ding Cong and others who were running in front of the demon, and his eyes flashed a touch of joy.

It seems that he is the first to judge the direction to catch up, as long as you seize this group of giant magicians, you can almost grasp the jade scorpion, so he can't wait to step forward a few kilometers, in front of the distance Cong and others fell to the ground almost 20 kilometers, and then they chased their legs.

"Come on!" Ding Cong and others have been panting at this time. This ghost place, whether it is the devil or the soul, the aura, is strongly interfered and suppressed, and can only resist by the body.

"I rely, I am going to die!" Yu Qiang ha eats and eats his tongue.

Ever since he was opened up by Yang Ling, he felt that he had never been so tired.

"You really will die if you don't run hard!" Chu Yuan suddenly said a word, then he heard a sound banging behind him, and a group of people turned back in fear, and saw the void blasting a big hole, one The Mozu, wearing a purple robe, also showed his body shape, and his hands were still holding three red-haired wolves.

A group of people was horrified again, speeding up like a shit.

"Boom ~ Boom ~"

......

With a burst of sound, the void was continually broken, and the high-level horror of the demon squad reached the magical squad.

But even the magic master and protector of the top of the demon, to the magic, is the dragon has to climb, the tiger has to climb, here is a super fair track and field stadium, everyone can only run on two legs.

So, with more and more Mozu behind, thousands of kilometers of the magical wilderness, like the animals of the African savanna, the group of people rushed in front of them, and hundreds of people slowly appeared behind them. They are also eating and eating, followed by crazy.

In catching up, the wilderness pulled out a tens of kilometers of sparse pull.

Since it is a track and field, it is still a process of physical strength and speed.

The realm is high, of course, the physique is still so strong, although it is not absolute, but it is true for the Mozu. After all, it is the realm of the Emperor, and the strength of the body is self-evident.

A thousand kilometers, if placed elsewhere, it is the distance between the living room and the toilet. It is a few steps away, but it is like an extra long marathon.

Time passed, and it was half a month in the blink of an eye.

In the past two months, Ding Cong and others have only ran for seven or eight hundred kilometers, and dozens of demon elders and guardians of the top of the emperor came to the top, slowly catching up and getting closer and closer, at this time the two sides are only two or three apart. Kilometers.

But as the distance from the entrance to the magic is getting closer, the rules and the energy of the various energies become more and more chaotic, and the physical strength of both sides is almost squeezed to the limit.

At the same time, the front of the fog can be seen in the dark, and it is whistling and screaming, emitting a horrible atmosphere.

It seems that victory is in sight, but in fact a group of giant magicians are even more embarrassed.

The legend about the Magic Yuan is like a mountain, and everyone who is pressing can't breathe.

Once in the magical zone, everything is full of horrible unknowns, and the chances of living are extremely embarrassing.

Although Ding Cong and Gao Wenfeng did not clear the situation of the demon, but they also learned about the magical path from a group of giant magicians. Here, it is almost a Jedi.

There is no return, there is no life.

Under the black energy of the entrance to the Mob, a group of people feels more and more tired, like a deadly intrusion into the body, and the various functions of the body begin to collapse.

I can't breathe, I can't move my legs, I can't open my eyes, my blood is slow, my mind is scattered, and the whole world is beginning to be gray.

The closer the distance, the more obvious this feeling, a group of people began to stumble, fell and climbed again, fell and climbed again.

The group of demons at the back of the group are equally uncomfortable, but still like a group of African brothers, who are behind.

Everyone knows that once the jade scorpion has really got the creational sacred device, and the jade scorpion has entered the magical world, then everything will become a dream bubble.

What controls the four realms, what is the world, what is the emperor, what is eternal life..., everything will become a joke.

Chaos is coming, everything is gone, no one can escape.

In the blink of an eye, for the past ten days, watching the entrance of the Moyuan get closer and closer, all the tops of the Mozu are desperately squeezing the last force in their own magic body, and they have to catch it in front of a group of fast-moving guys who are standing still. .

At this point, all the top leaders of the Mozu did not have the selfish thoughts of starting the intrigue.

The only thought is to stop the troll family ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ kill the jade scorpion, and then dig out the creation of the sacristy, the trolls of the eternal life of the eternal suppression of the magic.

Closer...closer...

One kilometer... five hundred meters... one hundred meters...

A gap that cannot be seen through the eyes is clearer and clearer in the eyes. It is cold, desolate, dead, and it seems that this is an ancient place of death. In the mist of darkness, there is a death of billions of years. With the black fog drifting around.

"噗通~"

In the stumbling run, Ding Cong stepped on a piece of gravel, and the body rushed forward, and Yang Ling, who was on the shoulder, rolled to the edge of the magical edge like a bundle of straw.

A group of people turned pale in an instant, and even caught up with the crawling, but Yang Ling grabbed Yang Ling at a distance of five meters from the entrance of the Magic, but then the black mist rushed out under the abyss, suddenly felt like falling into the ice. The body seems to be completely separated from the soul.

The actions of Ding Cong and others apparently also frightened the high-level group of the Mozu who followed up, and the excitement accelerated the speed.