MTL - Mixed Miners-Chapter 1887 Forgetting to die

In the light of the soul of the Hedgehog, the violent magic moment drowns the innocent and the basaltic armor, and the time and space meteorites are constantly broken and then piled up in the tumultuous image, and the magic is invisible as it is through hundreds of millions of time and space. Constantly roaring, his hands are constantly waving, and the tumultuous ray of light is constantly slamming against the magical attack.

The super curse belongs to the most powerful magic among the eight-pole magic. It not only has a large range of attacks, but also has an infinite power and a long duration. It is completely different from the ordinary eight-level magic Quake hammer. After a hammer, I ran back to drink tea without any result.

The magical light and shadow of the sky is still going on. The time and space that is completely imprisoned can't even resist the colorful light on the Xuanwu Remnant. A lot of meteorites rush down like a storm, leaving no room for dodge.

Under such a terrible magic, there is no alternative to the constant attack and resistance.

This super curse has the power of order. If he does not resist, he will soon be devastated by the power of the violent order.

This magic can be countless times more than the light of life released by the great wizard of the Elves, Gao Wenkai. The main **** of the underworld can't hold back, and he can't help himself.

However, today there is a sacred tortoise shell in hand, almost helping him to resist most of the magic attack. Even so, after half an hour, the magic is completely dissipated, and the devil is also required to send a unkempt rag like a rag, just like a group of wild The shackles of the dog, the abnormal chaos of the volatility of the body, and the miserable situation, even the few masters of the same battle, can’t stand it anymore.

Is this the sneeze that will make the mysterious world tremble?

Is this still a half-step saint who overlooks the Three Realms like the gods?

And with the same feelings, no one in the cliffs looked at Yang Ling's face all changed, and the heart began to play back.

They boast that if they have just changed to themselves, they are estimated to have hung up.

Because the breath that the magic just released is enough to make them feel scared.

At the same time, Yang Ling’s origin and identity also made them more taboo.

The former elves were the native races of the mysterious world and the masters of the Holy Spirit Palace. They were expelled from their homes by these alien races, and they almost disappeared. This hatred is not easily resolved.

What's more, Yang Ling is still the inheritor of the Dragon King, and he is the special command of the creation of the Holy Trinity. It is just this identity that is enough for them to dare not make great decisions.

If this is not the case, under the stimulation of sanctification, these people have long taken the first to take Yang Ling down, and then to balance the internal interests.

"There is no devil, if you don't want to die, give me the heavenly sacred order!" Yang Ling said coldly.

"Haha!" The devil gasped innocently, and there was an indescribable madness in his eyes.

The hundreds of millions of years of planning did not work at all, which made him suffer.

And he took out the Xuanwu Remnant, which he thought could suppress everything. He did not expect him to be disappointed.

It’s not that Xuanwu’s remnants are not terrible, but the opponent’s is too strange to be immune.

"I want you to give you a sacred decree, unless you tell me how to sanctify!"

Yang Ling can't wait to use his shoes to smash the past. He said, "Dragon 羲 圣君 really didn't tell me how to sanctify. If there is, why don't I tell you, keep you dedicated to me?"

"The old man does not believe!" The devil does not growl.

"Paralyzed, you love or believe it, you are obsessed with it, Laozi is fulfilling you!" Yang Ling was also angry, raising his hand and pointing forward, a starlight once again blasted on the head of the devil, the time and space meteorite magic again like a thunderstorm Pour down.

Half an hour, enough for Yang Ling to build an eight-level super curse in the sea of ​​gods. If the innocent person insists on not giving back to the heavenly sacred order, Yang Ling can use the ultimate curse to kill him to death. He is now It is a nine-level magician, plus a fully-fledged spiritual tree. His mental strength is enough to support him to release more than ten super curses in a row. Even a semi-san can be abused into a dog.

Under the violent attack of time and space meteorite magic, the innocent magic can only resist desperately in it, and the illusory image of Xuanwu's remnants is like a fireworks sky, constantly slamming the time and space squeezed around.

The splendid brilliance is dyed through the sky, and the entire mysterious world is shaking.

After half an hour passed, the magic light and shadow finally dissipated. Under the support of Xuanwu Remnant, the devil innocent once again passed this super curse, but it looks even more wolf, and his clothes are already ragged. It must be like a mess of grass and a row of jagged, and the face is black and white, just like being burned by fire.

"There is no devil, I will give you another chance to hand over the heavenly sacred orders!" When Yang Ling spoke, a star of the fingertips quickly gathered.

"Yang Ling, you have to deceive too much!" The innocent legs of the devil are turning, the forehead blue veins suddenly jumped wildly.

Yang Ling turned his eyes: "You grab my Tianyan sacred order, and want to kill me to capture the inheritance of the dragon sacred prince. Now I blame me for being too deceiving, and the devil is innocent. How did you cultivate to the half-step saint? You The face!"

The devil's neck is like a rooking cow.

"There is no devil, I am not bullying you. Even if you have the protection of the sacred martial arts in your hands, I can kill you to death. You have no chance of winning half a point..."

"What about that?" The roar of the innocent and angry anger ~www.novelbuddy.com~ The Eight Realms have been decayed, and the sanctification has long since been severed. If today’s catastrophe is coming, no more sanctification is a dead end, Yang Ling, you said What do you want me to do? What is the proverb that Long Yi Shengjun left behind? Where is the sanctification opportunity? You don't say that I can only work hard with you. God always has to leave a living way for the Wanjia people left by us in the Eight Realms! ”

The innocent words carry the power of order to reverberate in the void.

Pure Yangzi, 鸾青青, 亓元子, no cliffs, no regrets, and the red-haired old man Chiyunzi of the heavenly palace is full of solemnity.

The words of the innocent are their voices.

Millions of people who have died in the sacred market, including the six-and-a-half-step saints who have appeared here until the end, have only one purpose, that is, trying their best to give up the last step.

Yang Ling has been silent for a long time and said: "The devil is innocent, and the Tianyan sacred order is the item left to me by the dragon sacred priest. There will never be any method of sanctification. Whether you believe it or not, you calculate this. There is absolutely no chance of winning in the bureau. As long as you hand over the Tianyan Order, I will let you go today, otherwise... today is your death!")!!