MTL - Mixed Miners-Chapter 1903 Xuanjing Mine

Although Xuanwu Shengjun left, but the moiré of the coffin was still layering and rolling on this bleak and ridiculous land, and quickly spread into the white mist and shrouded the whole world.

In the clouds, countless runes of Xiaguang flashed like rain, and the cracks on the barren land began to heal, and the flowers and trees grew like mushrooms.

When the white mist gradually dissipated, it is already in front of everyone. It is already a world of shining light and everything.

The exotic flowers and flowers compete for beauty, the results of the towering trees, the vines and the spurs, the waterfalls in the peaks and valleys, the vast wilderness, the forests are growing wildly, and a stream flows into the river...

As the plants grow, countless worms, birds, and beasts are beginning to appear. The sounds of each other rise and fall. It seems that in an instant, this continent has completely changed into a vibrant world.

"Is this the original face of the Xuanwu Shengjun Dojo?" Looking at a snow-white palace standing in front of him, a group of people feel like dreaming.

Pointing vitality and creating life will not cause much problems for the monks in Xuanjing.

In the dojo of every Xuanjing monk, there is a world of freewheeling. As long as they are willing, they can use the rules and the righteousness of the master to create any life that conforms to the rules.

But it is necessary to instantly activate the huge dojo that does not know how much time is abandoned. No one can do it or even imagine it.

This is no longer the power of the mystery.

"The old man must be sanctified!" In the eyes of the innocent, the brilliance of the brilliance, holding a fist and screaming.

Others are excited and some are unable to control themselves. In front of the saints, these characters who are in the middle of the mysterious world feel that they have lost all the light in an instant, and have completely turned into a gray-faced face.

"Snow, did Xuanwu Shengjun leave any words?"

Yang Ling did not have much understanding of everything in front of him. He had seen the Kyushu continent, which was the memory of the consciousness of the Promise of the Promise, and it was more than a thousand times more real than the changes in the dojo.

Oda Snow said quickly: "Master, Xuanwu Shengjun left a law in my **** sea, called Xuanwu Zhensheng. If the cultivation is successful, you can use the power of basaltic to fight."

Yang Ling nodded and said: "Then you have stayed here for cultivation recently, I think you will soon be able to step into the holy order!"

"Yes, master!" Oda Snow is also very excited.

And the innocent people and so on can only be dry and envious.

They do not doubt Yang Ling’s statement at all. If the inheritance of a saint is not sanctified, then this saint must be a false saint.

As for the creation of Oda Snow, no one dares to make an idea.

Not only the strength of Oda Snow, but more importantly, after experiencing the pressure brought by Xuanwu Shengjun, no one dares to take this opportunity. The ghost knows whether Xuanwu Shengjun will still be in Oda Snow. Leave something else?

And most importantly, this is now a place where the vitality and vitality have been fully restored. There are flowers and plants that are full of radiance and radiance. The power of order is soaring. It is only necessary to make good use of these things. Sanctification is also promising. of.

Oda Snow left, Yang Ling left.

The innocent, pure Yangzi and more than 100,000 Xuanjie monks are scattered all over the dojo to collect the heavenly treasures that can help break through.

Yunhai Long and Yan Ruyu are still searching for excavations in the dojos that are scattered with starlight, but they have more than one million people, all of them are Xuanjing masters.

On this day, Yang Ling was studying the stone tablet left by the Dragon King in the Yufu Palace, and suddenly the light curtain popped up.

"Second second, you'd better take a look, we seem to find a Xuanjing mine that was occupied by the Hakka!" Ding Cong showed a white fat face on the light curtain.

"Good!" Yang Ling immediately chose to follow the past, and soon appeared in Ding Cong.

In front of it is a deadly wilderness, a few huge void cracks running through the heavens and the earth, constantly bursting out colorful hollow storms, the world seems to have been shaking slightly.

On the wilderness, there is a bronze palace of hundreds of kilometers in size. The temple door is closed and exudes a black death.

Yang Ling only saw that it was the reincarnation of the Nether God, because he had seen it when he escaped from the Xuanjing Mine, which is almost exactly the same as the one in front.

There is a reincarnation in the reincarnation.

The reaper's strength is at least comparable to the master of the hole or even the realm.

But now in Yang Ling's view, these reapers who control the reincarnation of the shrine are also rubbish, and he can kill a group of fingers.

"Who found it here?" Yang Ling asked.

"Master, it is me!" said Wu Yan, standing next to Ding Cong, respectfully.

"Very good! It seems that we are about to have a positive contact with the Nguyen. Let's go down and let all the teams take care and discover that these reapers are killing!"

"Yes~" All the people except Ding Cong quickly rushed to the ceremony.

"Go, go in and see!" Yang Ling stepped out, and instantly fell to the gate of the bronze palace, then gently reached out.

"Boom~"

The bronze palace swayed fiercely, and the closed door exploded directly, revealing a large hole a few kilometers in size, and a blue mist of light flashed out of the big hole.

"咕咕~嘎嘎~"

With a roaring roar like the molars coming out of the hall, I saw a hundred-meter-high bronze statue in the blue light rushing out.

Sure enough, there is a reaper.

Yang Ling reached out and grabbed it~www.novelbuddy.com~ A big hand crossed the big hole and grabbed the neck of the bronze statue and lifted it up.

"嘎~" The bronze statue struggled in the hands of Yang Ling, and he scratched his hands, but it was like a kitten that was pinched by his neck. It was futile to let it struggle.

“咔嚓~” Yang Ling’s fingers were tight, and the 100-meter-high bronze statue was directly cut off from the neck. The huge head collapsed and the blue liquid in his mouth and nose smashed out.

"Is this dead?" Ding Cong was stunned.

“Uh huh~” Yang Ling shrugged and threw the bronze statue on the ground and walked into the palace.

"Where, I used to listen to the glory of these reapers, I didn't expect it to be so rubbish!" Ding Cong couldn't help but turn a blind eye.

"At that time, I was only getting started in the virtual world!" Yang Ling said somewhat silently.

Ding Cong just wanted to pass, and the skin was pumped a few times and said: "I know that garbage, I still ask you what to do, directly crushed into slag!") Download free reader!!