Mixed Miners

"咔嚓~"

At the moment when the iron sword appeared, the entire dojo went down, and the Shenhai directly split a huge crack.

The rust of the iron sword seems to be inconspicuous, but at the moment when the gods touched it, Yang Ling only felt a black light that could not be seen at all. The gods and the gods were split into two halves.

"噗~~" Inside the big dragon's mouth, Yang Ling opened a mouthful of blood, but then a blue flame spattered from the body, and the dragon scales began to burn, and the mysterious pattern began on the dragon scale. Condensed.

He burned the life of the overdraft, and finally activated the power of the real dragon in the body. The power that broke out was a hundred times stronger than usual. But under this overdraft, Yang Ling also knew how long he could not persist. His realm was not enough. To support the power of the holy dragon.

As the iron sword was dragged out of the golden liquid by the chains on the altar, no black man came out of the golden hustle and bustle, which made Yang Ling breathe a sigh of relief.

The rusty iron sword was dragged into the center of the altar by six chains, and a huge six-pointed star pattern vacated and shrouded the iron sword.

Yang Ling did not dare to use the gods to touch, but to concentrate on dealing with the golden liquid, and thoroughly refining the water of time, you can get a sense of the Promise of the Promise, and through the memory of his consciousness, perhaps Can you know where the gate of destiny is?

Although the water of time is the first contact, but the time rule Yang Ling has already realized that there is no interference from the black man at this time, he can rest assured to refine and absorb.

The flame above the dojo was gradually extinguished, and the blue light on the statue of Yuanshen slowly converges and re-sit on the Xuanjing chair.

The light and shadow of the heavenly octagonal array that has been merged with the dojo has emerged. The eight scorpions are connected to the sky, and the mist released by the golden liquid is continuously absorbed by one of the elephants.

"定~" Yuanshen statue fingers gently forward, a swaying golden scorpion stops the volatility, the picture inside is completely still, and Yang Ling’s consciousness falls into it, and then feels into a completely real environment. .

At the foot of a long stretch of mountains, there is an old small village. The village is not big. There are only a dozen households and the houses are very simple. They are almost all thatched cottages.

A river flows out of the mountains, winding around the small village, and the clear river is swaying in the sunlight, shining with golden light.

A teenager in black and black trousers with a long shawl holds an iron sword and is traversing a small tree. Although the movement is flexible, it does not seem to have any rules.

"哗啦~" suddenly splashed a splash of water in the quiet flowing river, the teenager who practiced stopped, and the brow wrinkled and looked back.

"Hey, Promise brother, you are practicing again!" A 12-year-old girl wearing a sarong poked her head out from behind the bushes. She looked at the juvenile's expression and couldn't help but spit a little tongue, a beautiful face. There was a playful look on it.

"Xiao Qing, don't bother me, please!" The teenager was a little angry.

"The Promise brother, what do you do for your daily practice? Is it really for the sister of the month of Kawamura?" The girl was slightly tweaked and looked forward to the teenager.

"Don't guess, how many times have you said, I don't want to take care of you!" The young man took the iron sword and did not return.

The girl looked at the back of the teenager, and the little face slowly showed a trace of desolateness. She stood in her own skirt for a long time before turning and leaving.

"Is it Xiaoqing? Why should I be so cold to her?" After the black boy went away, his heart suddenly raised a strange idea, but at the moment when the idea rose, the surrounding scenery collapsed together. Yang Ling's body trembled, and a smashing smash in the sea of ​​God, Yang Ling's consciousness also broke free from it.

"Hot ~" a real memory environment, Yang Ling behind a burst of cool, if there is still a doubt in the bottom of my heart, it is estimated that I will be immersed in the memory of the Promise of the Promise, can not extricate themselves, and then continue to grow with the black boy, and finally completely Lost yourself.

At the moment of collapse, the golden compass that has never been moving since entering the big fish world suddenly shook a little, and the collapsed smashed into a compass, on the outermost wheel. A rune emerges above the circle, and at the same time a message floods into Yang Ling's consciousness.

Yang Ling was sitting in a dull face and showing a hint of surprise.

Since the last altar of the altar to collect the big fish into the tiankeng, the golden compass has grown out of thin air, but there is nothing above, but just through the time and space into the memory of the Promise of the Promise, in his contact At the same time of memory, it is actually touching the residual consciousness of the Promise of the Promise. Although it is very weak and almost insignificant, it is also the true source consciousness of the Promise of the Promise, because all these memories are derived from the Promise of the Promise. The one left behind is stored in consciousness, and then solidified by time, and this ambiguity slowly grows into a huge shell in the body of the big fish, locking these memories. In the deepest part of the shell, if not Yang Ling and Oda Snow are swallowed by this big shell, this consciousness will always be buried in the world of this sea, no one can know.

Perhaps refining the water of this group of time is the world of refining the big fish!

After thinking about it, Yang Ling no longer hesitated. At present, the situation of Oda Snow is very bad. He must get this big shell out as soon as possible. To get this big shell, the water of this time is the key.

Yang Ling’s consciousness once again fell into another golden shackle.

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"Haha, I want to eat swan meat, so the three-legged cat's kung fu also wants to run for the guard of Miss Moon, roll ~!"

On the high platform, the black boy was slammed down by a physically strong teenager and fell to the ground with a **** mouth.

"And your broken copper and iron! The chickens are killing the undead things, and they are also showing off their eyes. www.wuxiaspot.com~ The teenager on the stage bowed and picked up an iron sword and slammed it into two pieces. When the two screamed off the black boy.

The people around the four sides made a burst of laughter. The black boy stood up on his chest, rubbed the blood on his lips, looked up at the teenager on the ring, and then his eyes fell on a two-storey wooden building on the side of the ring. Standing a beautiful woman in a white dress, wearing a graceful shoulder and a willow waist, the facial features of the five senses, the temperament is like a fairy, it seems to be out of place with this place.

Next to a body long Jianshuo, wearing a robes and carrying a sword, the teenager ridiculed and said, "When defending this kind of thing, it still depends on the identity. Miss Tang’s uncle is the master of the city of Longyuan City. It looks like a beautiful one, and it is still a disciple of Xianmen. Even if you played in the ring, there is a poem painting behind you. You don’t know how to be a big man, but you have to go back and play a few. Bunny exchanges for change writers..."

"As far as he is concerned, I am afraid that the rabbits can't catch up, hahahaha~ hurry back, don't be embarrassed!" Another young boy with a tiger's back was ironically said.

"See you hurt, this is the money that our lady sent you!" A servant in Tsing Yi squatted in front of the boy with a small pocket and then licked his mouth.

The black boy clenched his fist tightly, bent over to pick up the purse and then limped away from his chest, and there was another sneer of yin and yang. )!!