"So I’m going to mine now?"
He carried a hoe and dragged a laundry list towards the depths of the tunnel.
Chapter three hundred and nineteen Moire fairy jade
Deep in the mine
A remote mine road
Gu Qingshan crouched in the dark corner and pulled out the tidal sound kendo, "tidal sound, I want to see if I can borrow your strength."
-If "Deep Shadow of Yushu" can make you master the ability of long sword and rise to another level, it is simply unimaginable!
Gu Qingshan urged the yellow spring to attach the mask.
The six evil faces of the famous "Yushu" gradually exude a strange force.
Suddenly, Chao Yin Jian sobbed in a low voice.
"What’s the matter?" Gu Qingshan surprised to ask
The heavy sound of the sword suddenly sounded, "No, Gu Qingshan, your mask can absorb our strength, but this absorption is a great harm to us."
The sound of Luo Bingli also sounded, "If our sword is combined into that abyss horcrux, it can resist this mask-but now I am separated from our sword. If you treat our mask, it will hurt our roots from the legal level."
Gu Qingshan asked, "What about you, Shannv?"
The mountain girl said, "I’m not afraid of this mask. If you want to take the avatar from me, just take it."
Gu Qingshan was slightly stunned and asked, "Will you be hurt?"
The mountain girl said, "No, but I may have to sleep for a long time."
How can this work? Gu Qingshan sighed and said, "It seems that evil spirits always have an evil nature. It is not easy to make them."
He gave up his former thoughts and walked into the tunnel until he reached the deepest part.
"Little monk can come out" Gu Qingshan low way
Little monk Zhao suddenly appeared.
He soon felt the chaos in the mine.
There are still riots outside, and the monks are killing each other and fighting for minerals. The fluctuation of the technique can be felt from far away.
"Gu benefactor where are we? What about those evil monks? " He asked.
"It’s a mess in one of our mines. Let’s take shelter for a while." Gu Qingshan said.
Little monk Zhao took a slight breath.
The smell of blood in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and the screams are endless
People die all the time.
Monk Zhao, the "Amitabha Buddha", couldn’t help but show his compassion and said, "May these people be given hands to lead the Bodhisattva in Nandi after their death."
Gu Qingshan whispered, "Someone is coming."
Two people at the same time convergence body strength fluctuations.
A hurried step came to the mine and a monk wearing a mask of evil spirits jumped out of the darkness.
His clothes were covered with blood, and the mine hoe in his hand was still dripping blood. When he saw Gu Qingshan, he suddenly laughed wildly. "Ha ha ha Chen Laowu, you coward, used to hide in this most partial tunnel-hand over the moire fairy jade mine you dug today or I will kill you!"
Gu Qingshan’s expression hasn’t changed, so he will stretch out his hand to take a sword from the virtual.
His hand was held by little monk Zhao.
"why?" Gu Qingshan freely asked with a hint of murderous look in his words.
Monk Zhao’s eyes were sad and his eyes were light. "This man has a burning heart, but after all, he is a life. If the benefactor doesn’t give him more mines to kill evil, he will fall into hell."
Gu Qingshan Zheng tone slow "fake monk thought that you really have a little compassion"