Mixed Miners

A succulent dress in a goose-yellow dress with a wine glass swayed and walked over to Yang Ling’s side, and the whole person slammed onto Yang Ling’s shoulder. The soft body was tightly attached to Yang Ling’s arm. Yang Ling’s heart is full of enthusiasm, and he is mad at Ami’s tofu. He prays for the Buddha’s blessing. The female fairy is not completely drunk, otherwise he will lose his mind and smother himself here. Basically, this life. I don't have to go out to meet people. X

Cangsu, jade, cheeks and cheeks reached out and touched Yang Ling’s body. The drunken smile said: “The phoenix tree is a sacred species of the emperor, and every sacrificial fruit born above has its name. If you don't eat it, you will be in perfect condition when you are fully mature. It will become one of the five phoenix trees. Although this phoenix tree has begun to degenerate through the cycle, it is also one of the strange treasures in this sacred mountain. These little friends of the friends are all flying down from the trees. Yang Daoyou has seen them. Are they one-of-a-kind, pure and cherished!"

"Ah~" Yang Ling was shocked and his body shook involuntarily. He quickly reached out and held the hand of Cang Suzhen, and the girl went to the middle of his legs unconsciously.

"Not only that, the big pheasant and his wife painted friends from the tree!" A big monster next to him turned a blind eye to Cang Suzhen's move, but smiled and said to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling was completely sluggish and stuttered: "Birds... Aren't birds all hatched?"

"Yang Daoyou got it wrong!" Cang Suzhen was sitting in Yang Ling's arms. The eyes of the phoenix continued to touch Yang Ling's little hand. "The phoenix family is the spiritual species of the heavens and the earth, and the phoenix tree is born." All of them are purebred phoenixes, which can enter the five races, and the blood of the oviparous is impure and cannot enter the five races. For example, my heavy Ming dynasty is a branch of the phoenix. However, this phoenix tree has been degraded more powerfully, billions. The pure phoenix has not been born in the year. Even the imperial concubines themselves are not pure in their own blood. Now these phoenix fruits are not as good as one generation. I am afraid that this tree will completely lose its blood after this maturity. The idea that Huangfudao friends want to consolidate the holy blood seems to be ruined."

"The big pheasant has long since given up, otherwise it will not lose the blood and the three spirits of the buddy." A big monster next to the group of the hurricane, "If he still has plans, where are they?" May have been eaten long ago!"

Cangsu stayed for a while, and then he nodded thoughtfully. "It turns out that I thought it was the coloring friend who hatched the egg, and the emperor’s Taoist friend left it alone."

Regarding the Phoenix Five, Yang Ling still knows a little. After all, in order to study archaeological studies in the past, Shan Hai Jing is almost a must read. In ancient Chinese legends, the phoenix has always been the name of the king of birds, male and female, female For the phoenix, it belongs to the four spirits of the ritual, and is divided into five groups according to color and form: Chifeng, Qinglan, (yellow), (purple), and Hongjun (white).

But is this especially good for the ancient people of the earth?

Now the range of contact with them has long exceeded the limits of human understanding of the earth, and has reached a completely unbelievable level, but these big monsters are still similar to the legends on earth.

A kind of long-lost strangeness emerged from the depths of Yang Ling's heart, and there was endless coolness.

It’s all like a strange dream, and many things that feel impossible are just in front of you.

Is Laozi’s life now true or false?

Yang Ling’s mind suddenly turned like a sea, and he fell into an endless chaos. He tried hard to grasp the strange ideas and thoughts and wanted to unravel the environment in which he lived.

Yang Ling’s mind and consciousness once again read through his past, starting with the boundary stone in the cave.

The horror of a stock exuded from Yang Ling, and the Cang Su, who was sitting in his arms, noticed the change of Yang Ling's breath. All the big monsters who were drinking stopped to look at Yang Ling.

A shadow of a green tree with a height of two hundred meters appeared from him. The green branches and leaves gently swayed, emitting a soft green glow, reflecting the entire cave.

The tens of thousands of kilometers of dojos are also projected, covering an area of ​​hundreds of millions of square kilometers. A colorful image of the phantoms rises from all directions, dyes more than half of the sky, and sits on the statue of the goddess of bronze armor. On the Xuanjing chair in the center of the dojo, there is a cyan dragon gun in the back, and the eyes are like the bottomless abyss without any emotions. The roaring of a hundred-kilometer-sized cyan dragon claws and claws, a dark stone statue in the statue of the gods In the hand, there are countless electric awns on the tumbling jump.

"Sacred King!" More than a dozen big monsters screamed half of the wine, and one by one hurriedly put down the glass.

Just in the moment of the dojo, Yang Ling saw a huge chain in his mind, hanging in the endless dark void, the chain has broken, and the starlight that is turned into a star is breaking, just like the night is lit. Fireworks sticks look beautiful and lonely.

Yang Ling’s knowledge is rapidly spreading at a speed hundreds of thousands of times faster than light. He wants to see this chain clearly, but such a quick knowledge is in front of this chain, just like a firefly wants to illuminate the entire night sky. Small.

But Yang Ling did not give up. He became more and more skeptical about the reality of life. He became more and more confused and confused about everything he experienced. www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everything seems to be illusory, and this feeling is more and more obvious. , more and more clear.

This strange thought of the flash of light, under the suppression of the dojo, the statue of the gods and the big tree of the spirit, finally let him see this chain, a chain that is collapsing.

The spirit of Yang Ling’s body is getting stronger and stronger. Under the support of the violent spirit, the scope of the gods continues to expand. It continues to extend into the endless darkness of the emptiness along the huge chain, while the consciousness expands and the consciousness God is intertwined and falls on the chain.

"Boom~"

Just as the consciousness fell on the chain, a vast expanse of starlight was like a raging tsunami entangled with his consciousness. One of the stars flashed, and an image appeared in Yang Ling’s mind.

The image of “噗~~” is fleeting, and Yangling is like a steel mountain with a weight of 100 million tons. A blood spurts dozens of meters away, and the chain disappears instantly, and the dojo projection The Zhentian monument in the hand of the statue of Yuanshen slammed a crack of half a foot long, and the dojo projection collapsed at the same time. Rw