Mixed Miners

"I don't know!" Jinpao Dahan shook his head. Ranw?enw?w?w?. Ranwena`com

The white robe middle-aged man pointed to the abandoned holy palace with only the broken wall and said: "Since you are the blood of the Holy King, every reincarnation every billion years is bound to come, you go in, I hope you have good luck this time. ""

Yang Ling’s heart slammed and grabbed the big tiger’s arm. “What do you mean by that? What makes me a reincarnation every billion years?”

"You don't know?" The white robe middle-aged man frowned and looked at Yang Ling's hand. He seemed to want a black tiger to fly Yang Ling out.

"I know what?" Yang Ling was full of faces.

The white robe middle-aged man turned to look at Kim Min Jong, "The big pheasant, where did you come from here? Why don't you know that you will bring the Holy Palace?"

Kim’s beard on his chin was depressed. “This kid is really the dragon of the Qinglong. I almost gave my old nest to the mountain...”

"You put the dragon soul out and I look at it!" The white robe middle-aged man stared at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling doesn't care about shrugging. His purpose is to come here to find a way to complete the task, and this big tiger and Jin Hao don't seem to be too malicious, and their task, maybe they have some relationship with them. Even if it doesn't matter, it's important to have a good relationship between the two mysterious beasts.

"吼~"

Along with a long dragon screaming at the top of the mountain, a cyan dragon, nearly 30 kilometers long, rushed to the height of tens of thousands of meters. The head horns were smashed, the scales were like shields, the claws were like hooks, and the body was bathed with enthusiasm. Mang, colorful Guanghua dyed the entire floating island.

"Sick cat, I didn't make a mistake!" Jinpao Dahan turned his head.

The big tiger stared at the Qinglong Law for a long time, then shook his head and sighed: "It's good, but unfortunately only the district is getting started, the realm is too low. This is the lowest inheritor in history. I am afraid this will not succeed in the last time." All arrangements for the Holy See appear to be miscalculated!"

Is Laozi very scum? Yang Ling is somewhat dissatisfied, and asks the Dragon Soul Law: "What are the realms of the two predecessors, the previous inheritors?"

The middle-aged man in white robe said with no expression: "Before the temple was not collapsed, there was a stone tablet that recorded the origin and realm of the inheritor. The first time came a saint, but unfortunately, until the advent of chaos, there was no success. The force is twisted into pieces."

Yang Ling stunned and asked palely: "What level is the saint... saint?"

The big tiger faintly glanced at him and said: "The saint is not a level, but a realm. There is a spirit in the heavens and the earth. Everything has its own way. The mountains and stones, the beasts and the snakes and worms can all enter the Tao. With the realization of the sentiment and the opportunity, they will eventually escape the world. The rules are bound, the super-sin is sacred, and the achievement is supreme."

Super Xuan entered the holy... Yang Ling understood it. I thought that Xuanjing was the peak of cultivation. I didn’t expect that there was a realm of saints, and this is the first time I heard about this realm. Are these two people, saints, all saints?

Nima, will there be other more advanced realms on the top of the saints, just like those inside, how can they not finish the end, then Lao Tzu is still so desperate?

If this is the case, it is not unreasonable for the big tiger to say that his realm is low, because the special state is not the end!

"The second time came a strong man who was too Xuanjing, but after 100,000 years of sentiment, he also broke into reincarnation."

"The third time I came to be a true Xuanjing strong person. After millions of years of sentiment, it also failed."

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"You are the tenth time to come, the realm is only dead!"

The white robe middle-aged man said the inheritance of the first nine reincarnations like an endorsement, and then turned to look at Yang Ling: "Every round, the world will be more rotten, and the heaven and earth aura will fade back innumerable times. According to the previous records, you should have come at least 100,000 years ago, and you have come now, and the realm is so low. I really don’t know what you were doing in the last few million years. Is the outside world already decaying? Is there a point of aura?"

Yang Ling couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I have been practicing for more than ten years. I think my speed is already fast enough!"

"What?" The white robe middle-aged man and the golden robe big man both had huge physical shocks, and their eyes were staring at Yang Ling, and their faces were unbelievable.

"To tell you the truth, I was still in a virtual state a few months ago. After I came to this Longshan Mountain, I hit a dragon with a four-headed head and was involved in the thunderstorm."

The two big men looked at Yang Ling like a ghost. The middle-aged man in the white robe directly released a horrible **** on the body of Yang Ling. After a few moments, he was physically excited and said: "You really didn't make a mistake, actually the age. It’s only a thirties, it’s a miracle.”

Jinpao Dahan also came to the spirit, "Sick cat, is this successful?"

"Walk, the advanced temple to see if you can understand the inheritance of the Holy King?" The white robes of the middle-aged people began to throw the indifference and peace that began to go out of the clouds.

It took only a dozen years from a mortal cultivation to the Tao, which made him unbelievable and could only be called a miracle.

Yang Ling was almost dragged into the temple by the big tiger and the golden arm from the collapsed door.

The size of the temple is beyond imagination, and it is many times more than the temple of the reapers that were first seen at the Xuanjing Mine. Each step is nearly one meter high and three kilometers long. The steps are all covered with bricks. Gravel, only from the position where the remaining columns are arranged, it is still a very large hall.

Although billions of years have passed, these gravel columns and bricks are still emitting strong energy fluctuations.

At the moment of stepping into the abandoned temple hall, Yang Ling’s heart was inexplicably shaken. It seems that this hall has a spiritual connection with him. It seems...who has seen it, and this feeling is very long and very vague. Like a cloud, it continually tumbling in the depths of consciousness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But if you think about it carefully, it is like a very long-term dream, and you can't remember it completely.

Many of the gravel tiles are engraved with various characters, but most of them are already incomplete. Yang Ling picks up a slate with a length and a width of half a foot, engraved with seven words and the remaining characters are blurred. .

"This is the record of the sacrificial rituals of the year, all of which were broken in the battle one billion years ago. These records are not good-looking, and they are going fast. According to the records, the inheritance of the sages should be in the statue!"

Before Yang Ling had not had time to see other words on the slate, he was dragged by two big men to the statue at the end of the main hall. As he passed by, he found that the collapsed columns were engraved with some looks. Strange names, although most have been found to be damaged, but some of them are identifiable.

"The Red Sage of Chiming Circle"

"Viewing the Ming Dynasty's Jingzun"

"The illusion of the illusion of the illusion"

"Tai Huanjie Xueyao Virgin")!!