Mixed Miners

"It's still too slow, speed up!" The voice of Xuanwu Shengjun sounded again.

Yang Ling face sinking like water, the power of the soul is even more crazy to the soul tower of the town, and suddenly the blue light bursts, and the violent reincarnation force suppresses, many cockroaches begin to collapse, and the black people are not from the light and shadow. When it came out, it has already collapsed, but even so, the speed of the black man is still like the ant nest that has been smashed by a stick. The water around Yangling is unblocked, and the range of color ray is compressed smaller and smaller, shaking sharply. It can collapse at any time.

Yang Ling knows that once he loses the protection of the Xuanwu tortoise shell, he will soon be drowned by the water of time, so that he will once again fall into the endless chaotic time and be unable to extricate himself. In the end, he will be completely assimilated by those seemingly illusory times and let himself lose. The self, the memory of the Promise of the Promise, remains in the memory of consciousness, and this large shell is permanently left in the belly world of the big fish.

"Ding~" Yang Ling screamed, a silver light around the body, suddenly a layer of sputum was solidified in the air, and then collapsed like sand, but then there will be endless rushing out, light and shadow The black man is still coming out like a tide.

"Burst~"

A black lock emerged and blasted out, and the black hole, which was hundreds of meters in diameter, was suspended around Yangling. Under the powerful imaginary tears, the big pieces collapsed into nothingness, but these black holes were attacked by endless black people. However, it persisted for three seconds and began to collapse.

"Re-explosion~"

The imaginary chain blasted again, but then it was flooded by the golden ripples that were constantly rippling in all directions.

After half an hour passed, Yang Ling felt that he was already a little dizzy, but under the constant impact of his constant rules, the defense of the Xuanwu tortoise shells still did not collapse, but the tortoise shells were more fragmented, like a cracked Egg shells will become fragments at any time.

Oda Snow's small face is tight, and a pair of moon blades are flying around in a frenzy, piercing the layers of golden enamel, and smashing the light and shadow, but this kind of attack is completely a drop in the bucket, almost no effect.

"Yang Ling, I have been powerless~" With a faint sigh, the basaltic tortoise shell hanging over the head finally collapsed, and then the violent breath released by the black man was shocked into nothingness.

"Guardian~"

Oda snowy blue-purple gemstone brilliance flashes, behind a 10,000-meter-high statue phantom emerges, while a huge knife wheel appears in the volley, slowly moving forward, with the rotation of the cutter wheel, the two around Light and shadow and black people were crushed under the knife wheel.

"Boom~"

The iron sword in the hands of a black man burst into a glare of light on the knife wheel. The knife wheel swayed and swayed, and a nearby space was torn.

"Booming and banging~"

Countless black people appeared, and countless swords were on the knife wheel.

"噗~~" Oda's snowy mouth spurted out blood, and the body broke out again with a strong momentum. The side of the field emerged, and a white blaze of white ice emptied. The **** of the center of the dojo was bathed in fire. Press one forward.

"Burn my life, shield the gods with the gods."

"Boom~" The whole world was shocked. I saw a white shield volley floating in front of Yangling, releasing a mysterious atmosphere to form a snow-white transparent ball that wrapped Yangling in the attack of the black man. Shaking constantly, but blocking all attacks.

Yang Ling’s heart was poked a few times by the sharp knife, and the distressed cheeks were constantly twisted. If the water of this pit was not pressed as soon as possible, Oda Snow would soon be exhausted by the endless black man. Yuan and one died and died.

Since it is impossible to resist, then desperately!

Yang Ling’s face screamed loudly, and the flaming colored flames ignited on the entire dojo. It turned into a ruled chain and emptied, and the whole puddle was wrapped up in a dense manner.

"From ~~"

The statue of Yuanshen was enlarged to a size of ten kilometers. The hands clenched the chains and screamed. The whole space was shaken violently. The puddle was actually pulled out of the thunder by the statue of the **** of the gods. Blast it.

The water of time is more shocked, and a lot of golden liquids rise like the boiling water. The overwhelming golden waves are surging, and the momentum of the black people is more fierce. The iron sword falls, Oda Snow A blood will be ejected, and the fire in the dojo under her feet will be even higher, but her face will quickly grow old at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon her head will turn into white hair.

"Give me a call~ah~~"

Yang Ling’s heart was sobbing, and Yang Tian once again screamed. The statue of Yuanshen exudes a glare of blue light. The face of the face began to appear blue dragon scales, and Yang Ling’s body began to appear as a piece of dragon scales piercing the skin. A group of pale gold blood burst out, and soon the whole person became a blood hyacinth.

With the growth of dragon scales, Yang Ling’s strange and horrible atmosphere exudes, such as the same fierce wild animal to break through time and space.

"Boom~"

The small puddle, which is only a few hundred meters away, was finally pulled into the dojo by the statue of Yuanshen from the slurry. Then the entire dojo became a stream of light and rushed into the sea of ​​Yangling.

Yang Ling’s hand slammed, Oda’s snow fell softly, and was immediately wrapped in the electric light under the body of the Qinglong Law. However, Yang Ling himself was swallowed by the Qinglong Law, and the whole body breathped, and the gods sank into the Shenhai and began to deal with it. The water of time that he was forcibly dragged into the sea of ​​God.

A huge golden liquid hangs in the center of the dojo and sways and shakes. The golden mist fills out, and the golden scorpion continues to sway. One by one, the black man walks out and rushes to the statue of the god.

The big branches of the spiritual field in the center of the dojo swayed wildly, like a giant python, and the black man was blocked, but a large number of branches and leaves were quickly smashed and withered. The big tree seemed to feel dangerous. It was the first to suppress the death of Corato. The huge altar suddenly burst into flames, and Yang Ling’s mind moved, and the spiritual power rushed into the altar. The six regular chains on the six regular stone columns directly penetrated the golden liquid, and the sound seemed to lock something.

Yang Ling stunned and couldn't help but rejoice in the altar. The thick chain of the six chains on the chain made the flames vacate. One piece of tension began to shrink, and soon a rusty iron sword was chained. Pulled out of the golden liquid. )!!