The sound of the dusk drum is as graceful as fairy music, shocking the soul. When it echoes in all directions, it sets off an invisible wave of air.
The old woman who was trapped by the ancient dragon shield looked horrified when she heard the sound of the dusk drum. The skin and jagged bone spurs began to rot and collapse downward, like snowflakes falling into magma. Countless fine black smoke emitted from the pores, and the body melted rapidly. She was just transformed from the resentment in the black stone tablet, and she couldn't resist it at all. After just a few breaths, it completely disappeared without leaving any trace.
It seems that everything that has appeared before is just flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.
The sound of the dusk drum seemed to carry an indescribable magical power. When Ouyang Ming heard it, the distracting thoughts in his mind instantly dissipated and turned into an ethereal and mysterious state.
This state lasted for ten breaths, and every cell in Ouyang Ming's body relaxed.
It was at this time that a memory poured into Ouyang Ming's spiritual world.
In an instant, Ouyang Ming's spiritual world fell into chaos and mist, with white mist floating everywhere.
The thoughts keep floating high into the sky, as if they have become a slender leaf in the stream. With the rolling and undulating of the river, I can see all kinds of things in the world and read all the vicissitudes of the world, drifting farther and farther, farther and farther.
Suddenly, he felt his eyes light up, and immediately, a picture he had never seen before appeared in front of him.
The earth was devastated, with broken walls, and the strong smell of blood filled the air. The blood gathered together, dyeing the soil red, and kept sinking, like a large bloody swamp.
The desolate north wind howls, and goose-feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, spreading layer by layer to the earth, splitting the sky into countless mottled and tiny fragments. But the snowflakes are not white, but blood-colored, like blood, horrifyingly red. And outside the bloody land, a huge city can be seen standing, with pressure sweeping away. In the center of the city, there is an altar that is more than ten feet high. The material is very ordinary, but it has an indescribable sacredness.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was the Seven Star Altar, and what he saw was the inherited memory engraved in the Dusk Drum.
But what is going on in the big city around it? Why didn't you leave any traces at all? He was like a passer-by, a shadow in other time and space, watching all this quietly, unable to change anything.
Ouyang Ming saw an old man with a weathered face sitting cross-legged above the altar. He was wearing an animal robe, and his face was covered with brown spots and wrinkles. His eyes were like the vast sea or the vast starry sky. A Tao charm appeared on him, making people feel peaceful. This feeling was similar to the feeling Master Kurong gave him, but it was more profound.
Not far behind him, there was a bottle of dusk drum, engraved with traces of time.
Under the altar, countless people were kneeling and worshiping, spreading outside the city in circles. These people were old and young, their bloodline power was blazing, their eyes were full of piety, and there was a hint of madness. It seemed that as long as the old man said a word, they would give their lives without hesitation. There was silence all around, with only the sound of the whimpering wind. The people above the altar seemed to be waiting for something. The old man in the animal robe above the altar was looking at the sky, pinching his index and middle fingers together as if making divination.
At this moment, "Kara, Kara..."
A scalp-numbing sound came from all directions. Thin, sharp, and densely packed aliens suddenly appeared, giving people the feeling of passing through a wormhole. There were at least tens of thousands of aliens, and their aura was extremely powerful, shaking the void.
The old man in the animal robe sighed softly and said: "Alas, the catastrophe has lasted for a hundred years, and half of the thirty-six states of the human race have been lost. The army is retreating steadily, and there is little hope. I, the Bai Feng lineage, use myself as bait to use the entire clan to The essence and blood are turned into seals, and they are willing to fight for a glimmer of life for the spiritual world. Folks, blood burns!" The voice was not loud, but the voice was full of justice. For the sake of the spiritual world, they are willing to burn themselves, burn their blood, and use all their strength. The family's strength bets on that slim hope.
"Blood is burning!" All the clansmen roared at the same time, their voices firm and resounding throughout the world, and the Phoenix clan's blood in their bodies burned fiercely.
Half of the sky is illuminated by this burning light spot. This is for the sake of righteousness and hope. It burns life and longevity, even if it turns into ashes, even if the soul is extinguished, it will not be hesitated.
Ouyang Ming's expression dimmed, his nose felt sore, and his heart was blocked by a sad emotion. Just like the land in front of him, it was devastated. He murmured softly: "Is this justice?"
Thinking of Xu Junqing again, he said in a deep voice: "As a man, you should use the sky as a chessboard and the stars as your pieces."
The two pictures kept merging in his mind, and there was light in his eyes. He said softly: "Heaven and earth are a melting pot. No one can escape. Once the disaster comes, all the good things and hopes will be beaten into powder by the disaster, leaving no resistance." I had such a comfortable life before that I didn’t want to care about it, and I didn’t have the ability to care about it. But for the sake of the old craftsman, for the three of them, and for the people I cherish, I have to give it a try even if I don’t have the ability.”
The Bai Feng clan in front of him turned their essence and blood into a seal, which touched Ouyang Ming too much. It directly filled his heart with the people of his family, country, heaven and earth. This time he wanted to give it a try, to prevent the disaster and save the world. .
Just as Ouyang Ming's thoughts were swirling in his mind, the old man in animal robes patted the altar with his palm, stood up straight, pushed his withered palm outward, and with a burst of energy, he hit the dusk drum directly.
An earth-shattering sound resounded and reverberated.
The people of the Bai Feng clan under the Seven Star Altar, the power of blood in their bodies was burning, and countless white threads spread out from the center of their eyebrows, forming a white mark in the sky. In just a moment, these tribesmen have aged countless times. Their dark hair has turned white, their faces are no longer delicate, and their eyes are full of wrinkles. They are changing with every breath, becoming older and older. Even children are filled with the aura of decay. .
But their eyes remained firm, even a little hysterical and crazy.
A sad atmosphere of a warrior gone forever filled Ouyang Ming's heart. His eyes were numb, his body was shaking, and his eyes were full of tears, but he tried not to let them fall.
The old man in the animal robe also turned into a white light, and his hoarse voice resounded: "We, the Bai Feng clan, will die generously. As long as we can save a glimmer of life for the human race in the spirit world, we will have no regrets!"
"No regrets!" This voice rang in Ouyang Ming's mind.
Suddenly, countless white lights quickly entangled, overwhelming the sky and the earth, turning into an invisible confinement, shrouding countless aliens, the space shattered, revealing a heart-stopping darkness. The white light shrank in vain, and the ripples sweeping in all directions condensed inward, turning into a jet black light and rushing into the stone tablet. All kinds of sounds that affect the mind spread, greed, love, and hatred are presented one by one, but they are still useless. They are directly sealed into the black stone tablet and turned into a prison and a shackles.
The remaining white light burned fiercely and turned into a black flame that burned in all directions. Everywhere it passed, all life was wiped out. With the city as the center, everything within a thousand miles radius turned into red ground.
The memory still lingers, rolling in from a distance like a tide.
It stimulated Ouyang Ming's nerves. Even if he had the unique spiritual world of the Phoenix Clan, he still couldn't bear it. There was a faint tingling pain in his head, and he gritted his teeth and persisted.
I don’t know how long it took, but the mottled memory calmed down.
Ouyang Ming sorted out this long memory in his mind, opened his eyes, and said softly: "The great catastrophe was caused by alien races. Time is running out now, and the reason why the Great Ruins is called a cursed place , because this is a forgotten ancient battlefield, and the cause of the war is unknown." This was the answer he came up with after analyzing it for a long time. He pondered for a while, kept searching in his memory, and thought to himself, this battle is the best. How intense must it be to blast a continent into this state? Does Xu Aoran have anything to do with this war
He shook his head, with more and more doubts in his mind.
After exhaling a breath of turbid breath, he moved his steps, walked slowly down the altar, bowed heavily with his hands in hand, and said: "Ou Yangming will never forget the righteousness of my predecessors, and I dare not forget it."
Then he turned around and took a deep look at the black stone tablet that sealed tens of thousands of aliens. He smiled coldly, pointed his finger in the air, and shouted in a cold voice: "Swallow your head!" He was dragged into the illusion, and he was the culprit of the catastrophe. Now that the catastrophe was approaching, he was causing trouble and rain in the ruins. How could Ouyang Ming let him go
Before the voice fell, the head flew out directly, and the devouring power exploded.
Swallowed all the remaining souls in the entire stone tablet.
The head and mouth were slightly parted, and there was a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. After exhaling a breath of black breath, he fell into a deep sleep. This power is so powerful that even a head would take a long time to refine.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and the entire deserted desert shook. The sand kept sinking, and a rustling sound came from every corner of the space. It was like many evil ghosts grinding their teeth and creaking. Just listening to the sound, You can feel the madness in it.
Even Ouyang Ming, who was at the core of the desolate desert, could clearly feel the sand sinking in. There was a thud in his head, and there were only three words left: "Something happened!"
Without any hesitation, he rushed outside. He didn't know what caused the change in the deserted desert, but he had a very bad feeling in his heart.
The shoulders were pulled apart, and a muffled sound of thunder came from the body, turning into a white bolt, passing through the white circle of light, and running outward.
As the head swallowed countless alien souls, the pressure squeezing from all sides mysteriously disappeared. As a result, Ouyang Ming's speed was naturally very fast, like a white arc, flashing rapidly, with every step, They all span more than ten feet.