Mixed Miners

A pair of red-eyed eyes of the tourmaline stared at Yang Ling’s face. Suddenly, the body slammed back and shouted: “You are the Yangling!”

"Haha, it seems that you still have no old eyes, good, Lao Tzu is Yang Ling!"

Yang Ling laughed and said with ridicule, "Ten years ago, you wanted to use my power to open the Qinglong Lei Cave to find the passage to the spiritual world, and to try to succumb to the virtual road, but unfortunately just gave me a help. Busy, poor, and the nine-day palace that dominated the nine days and ten places, all of them were demon repairs, and they also slaughtered the mortal people, **** mortal city pools, and so on, even the shameless things are done, you Not dead, Qin Longxing, how can the hundreds of millions of mortal souls be peaceful, you are not dead, how can the dozens of tens of thousands of monks on the Qinlong Star be able to resolve the hatreds of tens of thousands of monks, how can you reduce the killing of my apprentice and win my wife, Destroy the anger of my loved ones, you are not dead, how can I Yangling be worthy of their commitment and concern..."

Yang Ling’s voice is like a thunderstorm on the main peak of the Lingxiao Palace. Under the influence of the force of the rules, the layers of space are constantly broken, and the roads are constantly flashing. A picture of the flow is constantly appearing in front of everyone’s eyes. You can even see your past or present and different futures and endings.

"This...this is the power of the rules!?" The tourmaline and the subsequent group of virtual monks were horrified and excited at this time.

"Give you a minute to send out the Qingyue month, one second late, one of you will die!"

Yang Ling can't feel the firecrackers to celebrate this group of people. The so-called dying of the dynasty is dying. Yang Ling thinks that they can also die immediately. After all, they saw the true rule power before they died. These hundreds of thousands of years. It is not alive.

This time, without waiting for the tourmaline, Cang Kui turned into a streamer and went down the main peak.

Ten seconds... twenty seconds... thirty seconds...

Still 20 seconds, Yang Ling said to Yun Hailong: "Kill one!"

"Master, time has not arrived!" Yunhai Long stunned, and Yan Ruyu turned over and took out a soul-sounding gun. The virtual environment of a group of tourmalines has not yet come back, a bang, a guy's head Blowing like a rotten watermelon, the brain is sprayed and then poured down silently.

"Ah~" Dozens of imaginary monks around the world were frightened and retreating, and then their faces were distorted and pale and looked at the soul-sounding gun in the hands of Yan Ruyu.

They have stayed for dozens of millions of years in nine days and ten years. They have never seen such a horrible magic weapon. Without the slightest sign, the virtual monk does not have the slightest power to parry. .

Five seconds later, Yang Ling raised his hand and erected a second finger.

"砰~" Another virtual monk's head exploded and fell down.

All the people have completely collapsed, and the plops are instantly smashed.

"The predecessors were forgiving. I didn't participate in the ruins of the wilderness. We all joined the tourmaline palace later!" said a virtual guy.

"Predecessors, Qin Longxing, I have not participated in it, they are all planned by a group of people in the tourmaline palace. We are not involved in the elders of these outer doors. Please let my seniors wait for me!"

"Yes, it is the old elders and the princes, Cangshu, the core elders of the Lingxiao Palace are arranged, I don't know, and the story of Qinlongxing was later heard..."

"I don't really know, I hope my predecessors will be good..."

A group of people kneeling on the ground rushed to pick themselves up from the tourmaline palace.

Yang Ling was cold and cold, and once again raised a finger, Yunhailong raised the gun in his hand, and the gods aimed at an old man standing beside the tourmaline.

The man's face was pale and shaken, and then his face showed a sigh of relief. It was quite a bit of a deadly posture. Yang Ling looked at him coldly and said: "Don't you be afraid of death?"

The old man’s face showed a bitter smile: "Since the predecessors have found me in the tourmaline palace, killing people is like killing the ants, naturally it is not a kind-hearted person. What's more, Qin Longxing is indeed the work of our nine-day palace, that hundreds of millions of mortals More than a dozen of Zongmen are also killed by us. The family of the predecessors is also waiting for me to go away. Even if I am willing to ask for mercy, even the fallen three-headed three-headed flower, the predecessors will not Any change in mind has already ended, the disaster has already been brewed, regret is no good, the predecessors want to kill, please take a shot!"

"Oh!" Yang Ling sneered a few times. "You look at it thoroughly. The **** debts will not be lost. Since you are not afraid of death, I will send you a ride!"

Yang Ling fingers gently forward, a group of silver light wrapped the old man into a volley, a **** after the old man's body disappeared without a trace, leaving only a tens of thousands of meters tall monsters up in the air.

"Thank you for your predecessors. Today, I have not only seen the power of the rules, but I have finally got rid of it. I can go to the meditation and meet my wife and children. At the beginning, I went to my wife and children for more than ten years. When I stepped into the door, I went home. At that time, his wife was abused and squandered. She had already been squandered and her son was alone. She was dug up and interrupted her legs and begged in the city. She was finally bullied and died, although I finally killed the enemy and avenged my wife. But this matter is like a nightmare that has afflicted me for hundreds of thousands of years. But now, I have used the same means to deal with the weak and unreasonable mother and child, and the weak women who have no power to do so. Today's disaster, I can't blame others!"

After the old man finished, the demon spirit suddenly blew a horrible soul, and after the bang of the mountain, the void exploded, and the evil spirits of the sky had vanished.

"Next!" Yang Ling did not have the slightest soft heart for the death of the sky~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yunhailong and Yan Ruyu’s muzzle pointed to the elders of a tourmaline palace, and everyone suddenly stood still, Even the aggressive Bixizi has been fighting in both sides at this time, and the smell of a monster is slowly dissipating. This is a sign that the mind is lost and the demon beast is fasting.

"Predecessors and slow!" Just at the moment when Yunhailong fired, the void exploded, and Biankui appeared in front of everyone with a woman.

Yang Ling put down his hand, Yunhailong put away the gun, and the old man who was about to squat down felt that his foot was soft and his **** was sitting on the ground, and his sweat was soaked in the robes.

I haven't seen it for more than ten years. The enchanting and mature woman of the past has already destroyed the bones. Not only is the body wilting, the body is skinny, the cheeks are deep, the head is unkempt, and the clothes are ruined to reveal a large piece of greenish black skin. Filled with a variety of wounds that cannot be bridged, and the blackness of the silk is constantly emerging. Obviously, these years have experienced the inhuman torture that ordinary people cannot understand.

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