Yellow sand, yellow sand all over the sky.
Ouyang Ming's voice was not loud, but it became the only sound in this space, suppressing the whining wind.
The earth fell silent, and everyone looked at the young man in white in the sky. At this moment, he is a genius and a disciple of Taoism. He is a big mountain blocking the hearts of the younger generation of Taoists, and can overwhelm a generation.
The brilliance in Jiang Yingrong's eyes has reached its extreme, and she secretly thought in her heart, this is a man, this is a monk. For Xiaoman, he would not hesitate to fight Daozi and suppress the other's light.
Zhan Jian had a bitter look on his face, and his expression was extremely complicated. The figure of Ouyang Ming standing in the sky was in his mind, and he couldn't get it out of his mind.
The same is true for the other monks outside the light curtain. At this moment, Ouyang Ming has become a peak that must be overcome in front of the monks.
In the sky, Ouyang Ming frowned slightly, took another step forward, and repeated again: "Aren't you going to kill me to prove the Tao? Come on! Aren't you going to carve me on the monument to the Tao? Come on. , a battle!”
After the roar, the sound of bells and drums seemed to ring in his ears, and the blood in his veins became as hot as lava.
Ji Haoran looked solemn after hearing this, and replied softly: "You are the first person of your generation who dares to speak to me like this."
"There's so much nonsense, let's fight if we want!" Ouyang Ming sneered, raising his chin slightly, looking extremely arrogant.
These words happened to be heard by Jiang Yukai, who was flying from afar. His mind kept ringing, and every cell in his body was screaming. Especially after he recognized that the person confronting Ouyang Ming was the Daozi of the Blood Dragon family, he even lost his thoughts. There are only two kinds of people who dare to say such things in front of Daozi, one is a fool, and the other is a genius. Obviously, Ouyang Ming is not a fool, but a genius, comparable to Daozi's genius.
It took a long time to calm down, and I didn't know how many times I scolded myself, why are you so stupid, how... why did you offend a Daozi-level person
At this moment, he was so bitter that he couldn't express it. His face was full of bitterness and he was about to cry.
As the sound echoed in all directions, Ouyang Ming's aura became stronger and stronger, and his whole body was like a spear piercing the sky.
Ji Haoran's eyes flashed with blood, and he said coldly: "I'm afraid you won't succeed!" He rushed over with a sliding step.
But at this moment, the light curtain outside the desolate desert began to shake violently, as if being pulled by a pair of invisible hands at both ends and shaking toward the middle. The entire light curtain was either convex or sunken, and all wrinkled, as if it could be made at any time. May crash.
After a moment, "click, click..."
The sound was very soft, and the light curtain split directly from it, turning into a colorful stream of light and dissipating completely.
"The light curtain is open, and the creation inside is mine!" a monk yelled.
"Hmph, those who are destined to get it will get it." Someone immediately snorted coldly.
Suddenly, countless sounds pierced the sky, and hundreds of rainbows swept toward the distance.
Ji Haoran took a deep look at Ouyang Ming and sneered: "This time, I will spare your life. Next time, I will use you as a stepping stone to round my Taoist heart and break my soul to become a saint." When the voice fell, He turned into a streak of blood and flew into the distance.
In the desolate desert, in the sky, Ji Haoran looked indifferent. Suddenly, his body staggered, his throat felt sweet, and a large mouthful of blood spurted on the bloody clothes, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, which was shocking. He glanced at Ouyang Ming's position and muttered: "You are the first person to hurt me who is one level lower than me. If you kill me to prove the truth, I can survive at least six thunder tribulations, and you are my "The first calamity."
He flipped his wrist, took out a mouthful of elixir, drank it, and flew into the depths.
Outside the barren desert, the light curtain has broken into countless light spots, scattered and colorful.
Ouyang Ming took a step forward and fell from the sky. His body trembled and he staggered. The energy and blood in his body surged, and his face turned slightly pale.
"Brother Yu, are you okay?" He Jian looked worried and took a step forward to Ouyang Ming's side.
"Fortunately, it's just that the energy and blood are a bit turbulent. It will be fine after adjusting the breath for a while." Ouyang Ming shook his head with a smile.
Zhanjian's eyes flashed, and he stood with his hands behind his back. After hesitating for a moment, he moved slowly, his cloth shoes sinking into the yellow sand. He walked slowly, clasped his fists gently, and said: "Brother Yu, thank you for your help this time. Now it's time It's urgent, keep it simple, and I will definitely come to visit you next time." As soon as the voice dissipated, it turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the horizon.
Jiang Yingrong had a look of curiosity on her face and said angrily: "Brother Yu, do you know each other?"
Hearing this, Ouyang Ming had a strange look on his face, raised his chin slightly, and replied, "I'm not familiar with him, I've only met him a few times."
After hearing this answer, Jiang Yingrong's eyes flickered and she didn't ask any more questions.
Jiang Yunkai fell into a nightmare, standing in the yellow sand, his face kept changing, white for a while, green for a while, he stopped talking, and in his mind there were countless thunders blasting down from the sky and exploding.
"Just do it for yourself!" Ouyang Ming turned his eyes and glanced at him casually. There was no emotion or anger in his voice. As soon as the words disappeared, his spiritual energy surged, drawing a perfect arc, shattering the sky into pieces and entering desolation. In the desert.
The sword box He Jian was carrying was swinging up and down, making a "creak" sound, which looked a little funny.
But the speed was not slow at all, and he followed him in a flash.
Jiang Yingrong's breath was cold. She glanced at Jiang Yunkai with a deep look and said coldly: "Since Brother Yu is willing to say this, your previous unhappiness has disappeared. Whether you had hatred in your heart before or not, it will all be gone. Don't hide it in your heart, you can't bear it. There is a world of difference between you, do you understand?"
Jiang Yunkai took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "Jiang Yunkai has a ruler in his heart and can distinguish good from bad."
Jiang Yingrong nodded slightly and stopped talking.
She had a graceful figure and was dressed in a gorgeous red dress. She disappeared into the horizon in a flash.
Jiang Yunkai raised his head and glanced at the sky, remained silent for a long time, and walked into the desolate desert.
The sun was scorching, scorching the earth, and scorching air waves swept across.
Half of the shoes of a young man in white clothes were sunk into the yellow sand. There was a look of thought in his eyes. He thought to himself, after entering the desolate desert, the fire of Tianfeng actually started to burn on its own. What's going on
He rubbed his chin with his fingers and looked at the yellow sand on the ground. Who is this young man in white if not Ou Yangming
After thinking for a moment, he squatted down, picked up a grain of yellow sand, put his two fingers together, and crushed it hard. A light flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, after entering the desolate desert, the smell of the Phoenix Clan's blood in the sand and stones was indeed... A little stronger, this smell is very light. If he didn't have the unique spiritual world of the Phoenix clan, it would be difficult to detect it.
The air was extremely hot, and the sky above everyone's heads was distorted by the high temperature. Not only that, a majestic resistance came from nowhere, as if even space was being squeezed from all directions, preventing everyone from moving forward.
Ouyang Ming discovered that whenever the pressure came, the Desolation Order would emit a faint light, partially offsetting the resistance.
He was holding the Desolation Order in his hand, feeling astonished in his heart.
He Jian followed Ouyang Ming and looked far into the distance. The desert was endless. These hundreds of people were thrown into it, just like a drop of ink dropped into the sea, and instantly dissipated into the endless desert. Apart from desolation, there is only deathly silence.
He Jian looked back, shook his body, and the sword box on his back kept ringing, without any sign of superiority.
As for Jiang Yingrong, she seemed to be smiling, but she didn't know what she was thinking.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from under the earth. The sound was not loud, but it spread very far in the empty desert.
Immediately afterwards, the entire desert began to sink, and gravel flew everywhere.
The three of them exchanged glances, and they all saw the surprise in their eyes.
"Huhu..." As the sound spread, countless palm-sized soul-eating scorpions emerged from the desert. The heads of these soul-eating scorpions are dark, and their shells are painted with coquettish patterns. If you take a closer look, you can see that they are actually a burning flame. Their tails are like curved antlers, rattling, and mirroring each other with their entire bodies, making them look incomparable. ferocious.
He Jian's face changed drastically and he screamed: "Quickly leave!" A cold air came out of his bones.
Ouyang Ming's expression was solemn. This soul-eating scorpion gave him a very strange feeling. Although it was not strong alone, it made him tremble a little.
Without any hesitation, he soared into the sky, followed closely by Jiang Yingrong and He Jian.
But at this moment, a large white mist emitted from the mouth of the Soul-Eating Scorpion in the yellow sand, turning into a silk cocoon. The air was filled with the smell of corrosion, and it came in an instant, directly blocking the escape route of the three people.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming's face turned grim. He made a quick seal with both hands and pressed down at the same time. The ancient dragon shield seemed to roll out of the mist, and all the spiritual energy in his dantian was poured into it. Suddenly, the ancient dragon shield glowed brightly, and a majestic aura as thick as a mountain swept across all directions. Ouyang Ming blocked the ancient dragon shield in front of him, held the ancient dragon shield on his shoulder, and slammed forward, turning this cocoon instantly. Crash away and fly high into the sky.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at He Jian, and asked, "What is this?"
He Jian was still frightened and replied: "This is a soul-eating scorpion. It can swallow spiritual power and is extremely toxic. It is invulnerable to fire and water and has extremely strong vitality. If a peak spirit person wants to kill him, he must use life-saving means. It is even more terrifying. The thing is, there are too many of them. As long as you are surrounded by them, you will definitely die."
Jiang Yingrong nodded and added softly: "Almost 40% of the cultivators who entered the desolate desert were devoured by it."
Looking at the endless soul-eating scorpions under the sky, Ouyang Ming felt slightly frightened.
After taking a breath of hot air, there was a burst of heat in the trachea, chest and lungs. Suddenly, a high-level spiritual person emitted spiritual energy from his Dantian and flew through the air, looking at the three of them fearfully.