MTL - Mixed Miners-Chapter 1863 Magic suppression

Under the impact of the death of the Ganges Church and the landmines, more than 100,000 monks smashed a **** path in the holy sect, driving like a wolf, driving up many times faster than Yangling’s retreat, paying nearly three in full. After the life of the sacred repair, the Ganges sacred religion finally caught up with Yang Ling at a third of the distance from the center of the sacred market.

"Hahahaha, the sanctification opportunity finally fell into the hands of my Ganges holy religion!" Shahr Khan, the leader of the Ganges Church, laughed.

At this time, he had 60,000 teachings in the Xuanjing master, hundreds of Tongjing Xuanjing deputy elders and 20 true Xuanjing elders, as well as nearly 50,000 scattered repairs followed by coercion, full of more than 100,000 people occupying all directions Ten abandoned dojos, surrounded by a group of people in Yangling.

"As long as you hand over the starlight gate, I will let you go!"

Shaul Khan’s tall and mighty, red-haired gold whiskers, wearing a golden-red cloak stand in the void, the cloak flies with the Netherstorm, and the golden red light is like the real beasts. The same exists in the roaring around, the gas field is simply arrogant.

"Is this food a lot of chickens?" Dou Yuntao still glared at his golden sword, his eyes flapping.

In the past few months, more than 40,000 members of the team have improved their horizons under the starlight of the door of creation. Most of them have reached the hole, and Dou Yuntao and Yu Qiang still have the original The Shaoxing Aboriginal war servants have already reached the Tong Xuanjing, and the Wuyan, Qingxuan, Shentu and the Three Heavens are even more faint signs of breaking through the real Xuanjing. The breath of the whole body has been suppressed, and the soul of the war is hidden behind the scenes. Now.

Even so, but in the eyes of the Ganges Religion, Yang Ling and others are still like a chicken and a dog, there is no strong realm, it is destined to be a group of slag.

If you don't enter the real mystery, you don't realize the ultimate mystery. It is at most a lively chicken.

In the face of Yang Ling, the most heart-warming thing at this time is the leader of the Ganges Church and a group of elders in the real world. To be honest, even if they get a chance to become sanctified, only these people have the opportunity to cross that step. As for the remaining The followers and disciples will only be resigned in the end.

"The second child, is it directly using the eight-level scroll?" Ding Cong turned his hand and took out a translucent tube.

"I am afraid I am not sure!" Yu Qiang reminded.

"I also feel that if you burn your life and release the eight-level super curse, the time and space meteorites will be with them!" Ding Cong hesitated.

"This idea is good!" Dou Yuntao echoed.

Yu Qiang stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked pale and looked back at Yang Ling. "You... you let me follow you is this original... reason?"

Yang Ling sighed: "Hangko, people are inherently dead, or lighter than Hong Mao, or heavier than Taishan..."

"Thai you big... Grandpa, I can see through your 303 animals, Lao Tzu wants to go back!" Yu Qiang was frightened and urinating his pants.

"What do you say?" Ding Cong pointed to the surrounding souls of hundreds of thousands of kilometers of high spirits. "Seeing no, surrounded, you can't go back, or you are killed, or you can do it." A hero who is unyielding and unyielding to the enemy."

"Hakoko, you can rest assured!" Dou Yuntao patted Yu Qiang's shoulder. "After waiting for it, we will give you a small wooden card for you to pay for the paper on the festive season. As for Yuyao's sister... ”

"You dare to say a word, Laozi will die from the explosion now!" Yu Qiang stared at Dou Yuntao, his face black as the bottom of the pot.

A few unreliable brothers fought and chatted under the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of people. No team members and no ones came out to grab the limelight. Therefore, after the Ganges leader shouted, no one came out to talk, which made him feel that he was greatly Insults, so I no longer care about the release of the soul of the war, a giant sculpture of nearly a thousand kilometers in size, the golden crown of red feathers, wings open for four thousand kilometers, burning red flames, the void is burned through.

"唳~~~"

With a horrible scream, a breath of incomparable horror shrouded the heavens and the earth, suddenly the void was broken, the dojo cracked, and hundreds of millions of kilometers were followed by a red glow.

"Chong up and kill them!" Sharrur Khan, the leader of the Ganges, can no longer hold back.

"Chong~~"

The more than 20 elders who had been waiting impatiently took the lead and flew out. Nearly 100,000 monks were shot at the same time. Under the horrible atmosphere, the chaotic time and space were directly smashed.

"Magic suppression~"

Along with a few screams, the squadrons were tens of thousands of scrolls, and they blasted in the air. The stars were filled with horror, and the horror of a sigh of anger fell into the sky. The six-level and seven-level magical rumors of the basic magic are smashed down, and there are seven or eight seven-level curse magic that blasts in the crowd of monks that rushed up in the tide.

The six-level magic scroll can recreate the ordinary Xuanjing monk, and the seven-level scroll can directly kill the real Xuanjing strongman of the hole Xuanjing. As for the seven-level curse, it can kill the master of the Xuanjing realm even The master of the real world, as the eight-level scroll has a life threat to almost all the real world, it is estimated that only the top nine people in the nine holy palaces.

At the beginning of the gate of hell, a super-curse of the light of life directly killed hundreds of millions of people, including several deputy gods, and the deputy **** is at least the super master of the peak of the mysterious realm, and the twelve gods The corresponding one is the true Xuan Dazheng, the few super-strong people who have been sanctified.

Starlight is like a meteor flying in the sky~www.novelbuddy.com~ The horror of the spirit of the horror is swaying in the void, and the magical impact of the blasting blast is rushing, and the smashed corpses of the monks rushing up are not saved.

A scream, a mourning, a knife and a sword, a thunderstorm.

The horror power of magic is released in an instant.

The sky collapsed, the time and space collapsed, and the consequences of the superposition of tens of thousands of magic scrolls directly produced qualitative changes. The power of the impact was comparable to an eight-level scroll.

Numerous battle souls are directly fragmented in the magic light and shadow.

Numerous monks were too late to make any shouts and the body was twisted into blood.

In the twinkling of an eye, dozens of nearby dojos collapsed completely. The collapsed void formed large and small vortexes of time and space. Many monks who had escaped the magic attack had not been able to be engulfed and swallowed in by the whirlpool.

Whether it is an ordinary Xuanjing, or a hole in the Xuanjing, Tong Xuanjing almost no response, it was buried by the magic flood. 8))!!