Mixed Miners

The white light was exhausted, and the black man suddenly felt like a thunder. He shivered and looked at the familiar situation. After a long while, he jumped up and rolled his hand and pulled out an iron sword behind him. He said: "This is impossible, why? Why? All this is fake... fake..."

"The Promise Brother!" A girl's pleasant voice came from behind.

"Don't lie to me, you are also fake~" The black man turned back and smashed his sword. The iron sword directly pierced the girl's chest, and blood came out from her chest and dyed the dress.

"The Promise Brother, Xiaoqing... So happy, finally... I saw you again!"

The voice of the girl is getting lighter and lighter, and the brilliance in her eyes is getting more and more bleak.

"Xiao Qing!?" The black man let go of his hand and watched the girl fall down softly with a hint of surprise on her face.

"Xiao Qing..." The black man rushed to pick up the girl and wobbled hard. "Brother is not intentional, you wake up!"

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Yang Ling struggled in the water and struggled with the bullets. He swayed in the arms of Oda Snow, and an arrogant atmosphere in the body continued to emanate. The forces of various rules violently slammed around, the golden liquid was crazy, and the big pieces were large. The light and shadow were broken by the impact.

"Xiao Qing... Xiaoqing... Brother doesn't want you to die!"

Yang Ling suddenly sat up and suddenly saw that he was holding Oda Snow in his arms. The pale face was still covered with blood, and his eyes were still in a coma.

Yang Ling smiled and shook his head to let go of the gods and began to observe. At this time, he did not know how long the water had fallen into this time, because the dream was too weird, and there was no concept of time. It seemed that the black man was in such a desolate and lonely place. Walking for a lifetime, until the old dying, I saw the door.

The gods walk through the broken light and shadow, passing through countless strange scenes, seeing the countless experiences and pasts of the black people. He holds the body of Xiaoqing and goes to the ground, stepping through the sky, and with various monsters. In the battle, he did not hesitate to kill the billions of creatures in order to seek a way to resurrect Xiaoqing...

Roaring, roaring, and iron swords are bloody.

When the world was left with endless desolate darkness, a stone door appeared again in front of him.

"Hahaha, fate... This is the fate..., I am infinitely sacred, but I still can't resurrect Xiaoqing, and I can't escape the fate of the fate. Then what do I need for this world? If it is useless, then it will be destroyed. Ok..."

The black man holds the girl in his arms and grows up, and the iron sword in his hand releases a dazzling brilliance in the darkness!

The sky and the earth collapsed, Yang Ling snorted, his eyebrows blew open, and a burst of blood sprang up, and the release of the gods was immediately broken by a violent breath, while a horrible breath of golden liquid shaken from all sides. Squeeze in and turn into a huge golden vortex.

"Boom~"

The two were instantly drowned by the golden liquid, and Yang Ling’s consciousness collapsed completely, leaving only a period of consciousness slowly sinking in the vortex of time.

"唉~" A low-pitched and helpless voice sounded, and a basaltic virtual shadow on Oda’s snow-covered body appeared to wrap the two in the body, and then rushed out with a sigh of relief, and the golden puddle exploded after the horrible momentum. Two figures clinging together were thrown out.

"Yang Ling, still not waking up when to wait?"

With a thunder-like sound blasting in consciousness, Yang Ling opened his eyes and saw a piece of tortoiseshell floating in the golden electric light that was tumbling, emitting a colorful light that wrapped himself and Oda Snow.

"Xuanwu predecessors?" Yang Ling suddenly recovered.

"Yang Ling, here is the original consciousness of a Promise of the Promise, you have to find a way to escape, or you will be assimilated by this consciousness, and finally completely fall into the world of his consciousness." An old and low voice in Yangling It sounded in my mind.

Yang Ling looked at the plasma of the sky and the golden liquid in the pit. He couldn’t help but smile: "Predecessors, this shell is too high, I have no way to kill it, how to escape?"

"I don't know, you have to find your own way. This shell is actually the self-consciousness of the Promise of the Promise. If you can kill it, you may get information about the door of fate. I will be your companion. Wake up and take the opportunity!"

A white light hanging over the top of the mysterious piece of the head fell on the forehead of Oda Snow, and the unconscious Oda Snow body shook slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, what is this place?" Oda Snow, who woke up, immediately saw the environment, but lying in Yang Ling's generous embrace seemed to feel incomparably safe and warm.

"Snow, we are inside the belly of the big shell!" Yang Ling let go, the eyebrows flashed out of the Qinglong method, the huge body wrapped the two under the body, and at the same time opened the mouth and began to swallow the golden light of the sky. But then Yang Ling frowned. This plasma can be swallowed and refining by the Qinglong method, but the speed is too slow, and the refinement is estimated to have collapsed.

"I can only help you withstand a very short time! And this time the water of time is the source of consciousness of the Promise of the Promise!" The voice of Xuanwu Shengjun appeared again in Yang Ling's mind.

The water of time...the water of time...

Yang Ling chanted several times in his heart, and the dojo in the foot of the foot appeared to hang over the puddle, and the eight colored phantoms rose from the dojo.

The statue of Yuanshen is sitting on the Xuanjing chair in the center of the dojo. The finger is empty. www.wuxiaspot.com~ A golden liquid in the pit begins to fluctuate, turning into countless light and shadows, and condensing into a haze. Into a shadow in the dojo.

"Too slow ~" Xuanwu Shengjun Daxie.

"The town ~" a black light rushed out of Yang Ling's head, turned into a tower to press on the puddle, the cyan wheel volleyed, the reincarnation of the shrine, the golden light of the blue light condensed directly into the rain Generally go to the dojo.

A violent scent of the stock emptied from the puddles, and the layers of the sky lingered, and the light and shadow of the hustle and bustle continued to flash. Countless black people came out of the light and shadow, old or young, or calm. Or angry, waving the iron sword in his hand, releasing the power to destroy the heavens and the earth and smashing down to Yang Ling.

"Booming and banging~"

In the attack of the black man, the colored light released by the sacred tortoise shells continued to tremble. Although every black man broke off after launching an attack, the layers of enamel were constantly appearing, and the black people were inexhaustible. Keep coming out, so the color of the surrounding turbulence is getting more and more turbulent, and the tortoise shell fragments are also shaking violently. A fine crack is constantly appearing on it. 8)) Download the free reader!!