Chapter 507: There are ghosts on the mountain

I saw a few white lights flashing on the hammer. Several thin translucent blades floated under the hammer. As he slammed, the hammer fell and the hammer hit the star.
"噗噗~!" A few sounds, a round star of a star wood was instantly broken down into a square piece of wood, the cut surface is smooth and smooth with a trace of gold silk.
"I have seventeen spirit-level arrays embedded in the refiner hammer, and I have nearly three hundred and six prefabricated arrays. It is a rare fourth-order magic weapon. I discovered it from a relic. However, because my skills are not perfect, I can't play its role at all. I can't do anything to make this ice-cold prison gun. If there are enough materials here, let's not say 20 pieces. It is estimated that four or five pieces are barely."
Yang Ling looked up and saw a lot of Tianxingmu. It was a lot less, and there were many fragments of various shapes piled up next to it. It seems to be the material for refining waste.
With a bitter smile, put this square piece of wood together with another piece to form the base. After looking at it for a long time, then choose a position to swing the hammer.
As usual, the hammer flashed countless white light, and a large number of lines emerged from the air. Then it was hooked up in the air to become an extremely complicated three-dimensional pattern. Yang Ling’s eyes were dazzled by the lines.
After the pattern is completely clear and stable, he flipped his hand and took out a piece of Lingshi to crush it. A strong breath fluctuated in the air. He screamed, then the hammer fell quickly and slammed into the air. Above the light array.
"砰~!"
The brilliance of the brilliance, the moment of contact between the hammerhead and the light array, a horrible energy fluctuation broke out. The floating light array was half-cut by the hammerhead into the base of the starry wooden, and the hammer was not upright. The light array was completely smashed into the wood, but there was no damage on the surface of the wood. Only a glimpse of the looming light flashed inside, and then gradually subsided.
"Call~!"
The old man stopped and wiped the sweat of his forehead. He was very fortunate to say: "Yang Daoyou is the master of the magic weapon. The blessing is profound. When you come, I will succeed once!"
Yang Ling opened his mouth and said that this is a slap in the face. Although my face is thick, how can I answer this sentence? So I can only congratulate him a few times and encourage him to make persistent efforts.
The old man was obviously irritated by the success of the success and Yang Ling’s words. He was very excited and caught a piece of Tianxingmu.
However, what struck him was that the progress was very unsatisfactory. After the cutting and forming, the light array began to collapse just after halfway into the light. Then the star wood was blown into countless pieces and became a piece of land.
After failing three times in a row, the old man’s face is already black.
Yang Ling is also screaming, not knowing that the original refiner is much more complicated than alchemy. It is not only expensive but also expensive. In just a short while, not only lost three fourth-order stars, but also shredded three pieces. Lingshi, so he felt that he couldn't watch it anymore, for fear that the old man would become angry and violently walk up, give himself a few hammers, and break into a second force method and it would be finished.
"My predecessors, I have something to go first, the Lingshi and Yuanshi in the palace, although you use..."
Yang Ling rushed to leave after a few words, and when he left, he took a small pile of stars and received the ring.
After he decided to go out, he also took the time to practice the refiner. Maybe he succeeded!
The sense of accomplishment full of joy must be so cute!
When I stepped out of the small door of the system yard, the foot was empty, and the man fell down. Yang Ling quickly stabilized his body shape, only to find himself in the vicinity of Xishan in the suburbs of Chang'an.
He remembered the space that he entered after the sword had arrived here in the evening. He couldn’t help but wipe his forehead. It was a good risk. Fortunately, he stayed in the system for a while. It was already dark, or it was seen. Ten out of eight mouths are also unclear.
However, why does it penetrate the critical space, is it that the array of the eight-pole magic star disk has failed?
So Yang Ling handed a glimpse, a flying sword volley flashed, he stepped on step by step, flying sword holding him disappeared without a trace.
"Isn't it taken?"
"Photographed!"
"Good~! Let's go back quickly. When this news is released, it will definitely cause a sensation, and the earth will blow up!"
"Hmm, it's necessary, this is the real sword fairy..."
Just in the woods below the position where Yang Ling appeared, the two sneaky figures were together, one fat and one thin, the head with the hay, the body carrying the camouflage, the fat guy is playing with a camera in his hand. The small screen is showing the entire process of Yang Ling’s appearance and departure.
Just as the two men packed up their things, and on the way down the mountain with a flashlight, they suddenly swayed, and a figure came out of the woods. The fat man in front of him screamed and his feet slipped. The bones rolled down the hillside, and the camera hanging around his neck was also smashed out.
"Fat, what's the matter?"
In the woods, the flashlight beam swayed, and the companions behind him quickly followed.
"There are ghosts! There are ghosts!!" The fat man lying on the messy thorns from the buried head licking his and crying.
"Ghost your uncle, you are a melon! Where are the ghosts..." The thin man said while looking around with his flashlight, suddenly he saw a man hanging on a sloping tree trunk, licking his mouth and facing him. Laughing, suddenly a chill rushed from the bottom of the foot to the top of the head, and the hair was turned upside down, and I couldn’t help but scream, "Ghost~~啊~~~~"
Then the eyes turned down and fell down softly.
The woods are quiet and quiet~EbookFREE.me~ Only two flashlights are dropped on the ground, illuminating the messy shrubs and thorns.
"I wipe, jokes are big!"
Yang Ling came out from behind the big tree, because the trunk of this big tree was thick and sturdy, just blocking his body, so the thin man could only see one of his head.
He reached out and touched him on the thin neck. Fortunately, he was just scared, but Nima’s courage was too small. He just wanted to make a joke.
Yang Ling stretched his hand and flicked it on the back of the thin man's head. Then he walked to the back of the fat man who was still hiding in the bushes, and kicked his with his foot.
"Little fat man, come out soon!"
"I don't... don't come out, you... are you a human or a ghost?" The fat man apparently heard that Yang Ling's voice was not a companion, and he groaned and asked.
Yang Ling handed a hand and a flashlight flew into his hand. He pulled the fat man up and used his light to illuminate his face. (To be continued.)