The black flames were extremely hot, and the temperature was so high that the yellow sand was about to melt.
Ou Yangming didn't know that a huge crisis was slowly approaching. He stepped on the flames and walked into the depths of the desolate desert. His clothes were soaked with sweat. He did this deliberately to confuse others. He had to try his best to tell a "story" for the crazy idea in his heart.
The resistance coming from the depths of the desolate desert grew stronger and stronger, and under the heavy pressure, many high-level spiritual beings were buried in the black flames.
Especially for high-level spiritual beings who do not have the Order of Desolation, the possibility of their demise increases exponentially.
At this time, the person walking in the front of the black flames was the Taoist disciple of the Ji family, Ji Haoran. He walked very steadily, and every step he took was as if he was exploring his own path.
Suddenly, he stopped and sat cross-legged in the flames, as if waiting for something.
Burial Sword followed not far behind him, breathing heavily and sweating. Without the Order of Desolation, even if he is a Daozi-level figure, the consumption will be very high, which is a bit too much to bear. With a flip of his wrist, he swallowed two pills in succession and began to restore his spiritual power.
This is also a huge advantage for powerful people in the spiritual world after entering the Great Ruins. They have a large number of spiritual pills on their bodies.
As time passed, Ouyang Ming also caught up. Without saying a word, he walked to Burial Sword, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his breathing. His face was slightly pale, and one could tell at a glance that he had consumed a lot of energy, and in order to tell this "story" well, he deliberately consumed the spiritual energy in his Dantian.
"One, two, three..."
A dozen peak spiritual beings slowly arrived, sat cross-legged, and started discussing in low voices.
"Twenty years ago, I heard that there was a spiritual person at the peak of his life who received the spiritual liquid that restored his vitality here. I wonder if it will spurt out again this time." A gray-haired spiritual person at the peak showed a look of anticipation in his eyes. , the aura on his body was rotten, and almost half of his body had been buried in the loess, and then he entered the desolate desert. He wanted to take a chance. If he could get a spiritual object that could extend his life, he would still have a chance to become a god. Even if he didn't get it, he would have a clear conscience in this life.
"Alas, this spiritual spring can't spout very good treasures. Unfortunately, with my cultivation, I can only go so far. If I go forward, there is a high chance of falling, and there is no chance to reach the next one. In front of Lingquan, only Daozi can enter." Another spiritual master agreed softly.
Although He Jian's speed is slow, his steps are very steady. Each step is like a heavy awl smashing deeply into the yellow sand.
He is steady and steady as a mountain. Although he is not fast, he seems to be able to reach the end of the world.
At this time, looking at Ouyang Ming's back, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, judging from the speed at which Brother Yu entered the black flame, he shouldn't have consumed so much spiritual energy here. What's going on
He Jian didn't know that this was Ouyang Ming telling a story, and the person listening to the story was Ji Haoran. Everything you are showing now is what you want him to see. The purpose is to reduce his defensiveness to a minimum, and then seize the opportunity to explode with a shocking blow and kill him.
Jiang Yingrong also arrived, her face covered with sweat and she was breathing heavily.
Slowly walked to He Jian, sat cross-legged, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and adjusted his energy.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere. Wherever it passed, all the black flames swirled and spread their teeth and claws, like a spiraling dragon, sweeping the flames into the sky. The flames grew higher and higher, and countless flames quickly collapsed and shrank toward the center, growing larger and larger, turning into a majestic cyclone.
The yellow sand trembled up and down rhythmically, as if an invisible giant stick was drawing circles in the sand.
In just a moment, two concentric circles with different radii appeared on the yellow sand, emitting a ball of green energy.
"Boom..." There was an earth-shaking loud noise. As the sound echoed, countless precious lights dispersed, and various spiritual objects flew out from the yellow sand. There were white orbs exuding majestic fluctuations, and white sword pills. , there are blood-stained corpses of strong men, there are blood-red precious mirrors, there are more than twenty kinds.
There are only a dozen peak spiritual beings here, and everyone can grab at least one of them.
Ouyang Ming's eyes suddenly opened, and with a sliding step, he grabbed the white orb that exuded majestic fluctuations.
Ji Haoran sneered, and with her spiritual power, the void condensation turned into five black fingers. She held the orb in the palm of her hand and squeezed it hard, causing the orb to collapse.
"You are looking for death!" Ouyang Ming's face turned cold, and he forcibly changed his position in the air, punch after punch, kick after kick, and came towards Ji Haoran in one piece. But at this moment, the white armor condensed with spiritual power on Ouyang Ming's body showed signs of collapse. He glared at Ji Haoran fiercely, quickly adjusted his energy, held Yuan Shouyi, mobilized the spiritual power in his Dantian, and poured in In the armor, this stopped the armor from collapsing.
The cost of fighting in the black flames is very high, because not only do you have to resist the pressure from the squeeze of space, but you also have to prevent the armor from collapsing, so even a Daozi-level character will not take action easily in the flames. .
Ji Haoran waved his hands noncommittally, with a calm face, as if nothing happened. He didn't know that he was slowly walking into the game designed by Ouyang Ming. The more he believed that Ouyang Ming would not dare to take action in the flames, the greater the crisis he would face when Ouyang Ming made a fatal blow.
Ouyang Ming has been waiting for the opportunity, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, very patient, in order to kill with one blow. He knew in his heart that the spiritual energy consumed in Ji Haoran's body was not enough at this time, and there was no way to be foolproof if he took action at this time. Moreover, in order not to arouse Ji Haoran's suspicion, he also deliberately consumed a lot of spiritual energy and showed a very... Tired look.
Ouyang Ming's face was as cold as frost, but his heart was filled with joy. He thought to himself, "I have taken advantage of the right time, favorable location, and good people. How can you escape this calamity?" But the aura on his body is extremely violent, and it seems that if he disagrees with him, he will take action at all costs.
He Jian, who was behind the two of them, took in this scene. The confusion in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he murmured softly: "This... doesn't make sense!" As soon as the voice came out, it blended into the wind, like a complaint. weep.
Jiang Yingrong grabbed a silver comb made from spiritual wood. It was full of brilliance and superb movement skills. With one step, it fell from the air to He Jian's side.
When he heard this, he pursed his lips slightly and said secretly: "Senior He, what is unreasonable?"
He Jian looked thoughtful, shook his head slightly, and deliberately looked away.
Ten breaths later, the world returned to peace. All the treasures sprayed out from the yellow sand had their owners. The faces of the cultivators who obtained the spiritual objects were filled with joy, and they were obviously quite satisfied with their harvest.
Of course, some people are satisfied and some are dissatisfied, and Burial Sword is one of them.
The purpose of his trip was to find the elixir to extend the vitality of the master of Juejian Peak. However, he had been in the ruins for several months and could not find even a single hair. This made him feel a little discouraged and made him feel even more bitter and unwilling.
He opened his mouth and took two big breaths of turbid air, which calmed his heart down.
He looked towards the depths of the desolate desert, clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were firm, and he moved deeper, walking deeper.
Ouyang Ming and Ji Haoran moved at the same time, which seemed to be a confrontation.
He Jian's shoes sank into the yellow sand. One foot was high and the other was low, and he stepped in.
Jiang Yingrong looked at the backs of the four people and twitched her hair. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and an uneasy feeling appeared in her mind, as if a big crisis was coming. This feeling is extremely mysterious and difficult to describe in words. She frowned and thought to herself, what is going on? Is something going to happen
As the four of them walked further and further away, space squeezed in from all directions, and the pressure on their shoulders increased. Even the yellow sand on the ground disappeared, leaving only black flames.
Ji Haoran spit out a mouthful of white mist, as if a mountain peak was pressing on her shoulders.
The spiritual energy within one foot of the body was crushed by the squeezed air and turned into countless small bubbles. There was persistence and passion in his eyes, and he stepped out quickly without stopping, squeezing his own potential, and the blood in his body surged. Now there is only one thought in his mind, further, I want to go further... I want to see what is hidden in the deepest part.
This journey was regarded by him as inner cultivation.
Ouyang Ming followed not far behind him, flushing himself with spiritual power, forcing the blood out of his pores, and dyeing his white clothes red. He looked shocking and miserable, just to confuse Ji Haoran and create a perfect image. The timing of action.
Yes, it is creation. Since this kind of opportunity does not exist, then create the opportunity yourself.
Ouyang Ming had a vague expectation in his heart. He didn't know what kind of expression Ji Haoran would show if he knew that he had been plotted by him from the beginning, but he was sure that it would be very exciting.
The distance between Burial Sword and the two of them has been somewhat distanced. Although he is a Taoist, he is really at a disadvantage without the Desolation Order.
As for He Jian, he is still unhurried and slow, making it difficult for people to tell the depth. After completing the foundation, his strength is half better than Daozi. After all, no Daozi can block the three moves of the Venerable with his own strength. .
Even Ouyang Ming can't do it. After all, his current cultivation is too far behind that of the Venerable.
Using a large avalanche to activate Daoyi can block one move with one shot, and using the sound of gods and demons to activate Dacheng can block half a move.
At this moment, a roar came from the depths of the desert desert. It was unclear what the sound was. Every cell in the listener's body screamed. The pressure in the flames increased at an incredible speed. An invisible A storm swept across, distorting the surrounding nothingness.
Ji Haoran's face turned pale, her whole body was shocked, and there was a sweet feeling in her throat.
There was a surge of domineering power in this roar, like the master of this world, pressing down hard and making everyone who heard it surrender.
At this time, Ji Haoran Daozi's strength was undoubtedly revealed. A cold light flashed in his eyes, a rune lit up on his body, and his powerful physical power exploded. He took another step and directly blasted away the sound.