The flames burned blazingly, without emitting any light, and the black light was deep and profound.
Surrounding Ouyang Ming a foot away, it kept spinning and spitting tongues of fire. From a distance, Ouyang Ming looked like a whirlpool of flames that kept moving.
The Burial Sword Statue saw the most unbelievable thing. The sword box on its back fell to the ground. In the box was the sword Shen Tu who was guarding the peak of Juejian Peak. Normally, this kind of thing would never happen.
Because the sword cultivator's belief is the sword, and the sword is like their soul. The sword can be broken or broken, but it cannot be stained with dust. This is also true for He Jian. When did the sword box on his back touch the ground
It is because the sword cultivator always maintains this unyielding will in his heart that his offensive power is unparalleled in the world and that nothing can stop him.
For this reason, He Jian will one day fight An Jingyun. There were originally six swords in his box, but after he failed to challenge An Jingyun, three were taken away. For the sword cultivator, this humiliation was unimaginable. This battle is unavoidable and has nothing to do with anything else. It is for one's own persistence and belief.
At this time, the sword box where the sword was buried fell to the ground because of seeing this scene. One can imagine how shocked he was.
He was stunned for two full breaths before he came to his senses. He felt extremely bitter in his heart. He thought he had already looked up to Ouyang Ming.
But now he realized that he was wrong, and very wrong. Ouyang Ming was stronger than he expected, and much stronger. After exhaling a strong breath, I thought to myself, this kind of person should be extremely famous in Zhangzhou, why have I never heard of him
Suddenly, Ouyang Ming paused and his body was surrounded by flames. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his voice was calm: "Here, this is no longer useful to me. I give it to you."
While speaking, he waved his sleeves slightly, and Desolation Order was pulled by an invisible force, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards the Burial Sword.
Zhan Jian's face was complicated, and he grabbed it with his palm. When it fell, the Order of Desolation was already in his hand.
Ouyang Ming chuckled lightly, said nothing, mobilized the Tianfeng Fire in his body to the extreme, and said domineeringly: "Condensation!"
As soon as the words fell, the black flames condensed in vain, forming an arc channel about one foot wide, spreading to the depths, and the flames blocked all the resistance that came from the squeeze. Ouyang Ming took one step, ten feet at a time, as if walking on flat ground. This made the Peak Spiritual Master's expression change to death. He actually regarded this place as his own back garden, where he could come and go as he pleased.
He Jian looked at his back and thought to himself, he is indeed a proud man of heaven, how can such a person be a generation of Penghao
Zhan Jian's expression was also extremely complex, and the determination in his eyes became increasingly intense. He thought to himself, I am also a Daozi-level figure, how can I be weaker than him? The frustration in my heart seemed to be washed away by these words.
Looking at the quickly retreating figure, fighting spirit surged in his eyes.
The journey was lonely. Ouyang Ming didn't know how long he had walked. The last bit of light in the flames had dissipated. It was extremely dark and he couldn't see his fingers. There was only the sound of the howling wind. The wind was not strong, but it still picked up some gravel and rocks from the ground and hit his clothes. This kind of place cannot be reached even if one has the ancestral bloodline and reaches the level of a revered person.
At this moment, a white light spot appeared in Ouyang Ming's perception.
He lowered his waist and stood up, his feet suddenly increased in speed, a cyclone was set off around him, and he rushed away.
As it got closer and closer, Ouyang Ming's eyes stung, and he closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he had passed through the light spot and landed under a seven-star altar. The force that wanted to push him out had disappeared, Ouyang Ming looked around.
This altar is made of ordinary stones, stained with blood, and has a very vicissitude of atmosphere. It seems to have existed for tens of thousands of years. There were countless heads piled on top of the altar, arranged in a strange pattern, while looking towards the sky.
In the middle of the altar, there stood a dusk drum, only three or four feet high, with mottled color and blood stains on it. I don't know why, but seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming felt a sense of desolation in the hero's twilight years.
Under the altar, there was a stone tablet with dense writing on it, all of which were names of people. The handwriting is round and smooth, but if you look at it a few more times, you will feel an evil feeling in your heart, which seems to be able to suck people's minds into it. Greed, anger, delusion, love and evil, hatred of separation, and desire for fame and wealth all emerge.
Ouyang Ming took one look and looked away, pondered for a while, and slowly walked over. As his fingers passed over the stone tablet, the dense writing on the stone tablet seemed to have been wiped clean by a big invisible hand, and various indescribable chills invaded Ouyang Ming's heart. Broken limbs, broken arms, and bloody heads appeared one by one. Then, the name on the stone tablet appeared again, turning into a faint light, burning, approaching Ouyang Ming.
He was startled and took half a step back, but his expression remained unchanged. He flicked out a finger wind and shattered the ghostly light.
"How weird!" Ouyang Ming turned his eyes, with a half-smile on his face.
Only then did he discover that there was a small, unreachable hole beneath the stone tablet, where it was about to be buried by the yellow sand.
It's like a burning flame inside, with a few tiny characters written on it, and everything can be known by beating the dusk drum.
Ouyang Ming looked at the seven-star altar and thought to himself, what on earth is going on? This is unreasonable. In the core of this desolate desert, is there such a dilapidated altar? What about creation, spiritual beings, and the mystery of the Great Ruins? Where are the dragon and phoenix skeletons? This burning flame and majestic resistance are just to protect this altar
Then he remembered the small words in the small hole at the bottom of the stone tablet, and his eyes lit up in vain.
I thought to myself, if I beat the evening drum, will everything be known? I want to see what kind of secrets are hidden here.
Lifting his feet gently, he stepped on the bluestone steps and walked up to the altar, leaving a series of footprints.
Ouyang Ming didn't notice that the footprints left on the stone steps and altar seemed to have been smoothed away by a pair of black hands.
At dusk, the drum has undergone vicissitudes of life, and the drum surface is yellowed, covered with gray layers, and rolled up at the edges.
Ouyang Ming exhaled and said softly: "I wonder what is so mysterious about this dusk drum? I would like to see it..."
Without any further hesitation, Ouyang Ming's muscles bulged, and the spiritual power in his dantian continued to surge, converging on his right fist. The fist seemed to be wrapped with a ghostly light, and it hit the dusk drum like a mountain peak. The surface of the twilight drum vibrated slightly, and the force of the blast merged with an invisible ripple, turning into a counter-shock force that acted on Ouyang Ming, causing him to pause slightly.
"Eh... that's really weird!" Ouyang Ming thought for a moment, mobilized the spiritual energy in his dantian, increased his strength, and suddenly blasted out.
"Buzz..." Mu's face fluctuated up and down, trembling back and forth, and this invisible ripple turned into a real shock. Ouyang Ming felt as if he was being slapped by a huge wave, causing him to take a big step back. At the same time, a vicissitudes of voice roared in his mind.
"You can't bear this cause and effect. You can't knock the dusk drum, and you can't knock it! Your cultivation level is too low, leave quickly!"
I don't know where the sound came from. It was like thunder, exploding in Ouyang Ming's mind.
Ouyang Ming banished this thought, took out the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter, and fired forward again.
At this moment, wisps of red mist floated above the altar, like threads.
The red mist rolled rapidly, as if it was condensed by an invisible force, and a voice came out: "Back off! Don't knock! What you can't knock, what you can't knock, back off, back off quickly..." Sound Wave The rolling sound became louder and louder, becoming the only sound in Ouyang Ming's ears and occupying his mind.
However, Ouyang Ming's eyes turned slightly red, the fire of Tianfeng burned fiercely, and all the blood in his veins boiled.
He didn't care about the consumption of spiritual energy at all, and punched Mu Gu again. The huge counterattack force hit him again, leaving a sweet taste in his throat. But he ignored it and acted like a madman. Today, he will beat the evening drum no matter what!
Once, twice, three times…
Ouyang Ming's spiritual energy was consumed faster and faster, but he laughed wildly.
At this time, if anyone was around him, they would be surprised to find that Ouyang Ming looked crazy and kept shooting in the air, getting farther and farther away from Mu Gu. Countless red shadows surrounded him, surrounding him. He was drawn toward the strange pattern of heads.
"It doesn't sound, why can't it sound?" He murmured to himself, with a bitter look on his face. Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his head, and the Heavenly Phoenix Fire suddenly lit up.
He paused, raised the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and thought to himself, what is going on? Why did Tianfeng Fire suddenly sound a warning? Every time we encounter this situation, we encounter a huge crisis. It was the same when I killed Dong Ruyu in front of the Venerable, and it was the same when I was chased by Li Xin. But it was just beating the evening drum, how could I fall into it? crisis? His eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes were full of confusion.
He glanced around, including the sky, dusk drums, heads, stone tablets...
Vaguely, a flash of light flashed in his mind, but it disappeared in just a moment.
What's wrong? What's wrong? He kept questioning himself, and the scene in front of him seemed so real that it was difficult to get rid of it.
Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank, and he guarded the mourning platform with his heart, entering the realm of communion between heaven and man.
In my mind, memories turned like pages of a book. No matter how big or small, everything was meticulous. Starting from meeting Ji Haoran, I started analyzing and thinking about it in the spiritual world bit by bit.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
In vain, the red mist above the Seven-Star Altar rolled rapidly, and suddenly condensed, turning into a black head, and a voice that sounded like a monster but not a demon, or a devil but not a demon came out: "Back off! You can't beat the dusk drum!" Go back...go back!" The voice was extremely urgent, like a madman.
"Get out! Get out!" A fierce look flashed in Ouyang Ming's eyes, and the black runes on the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter began to beat in vain. He clenched his five fingers, transferred his spiritual power to the handle of the gun, and blasted forward. .