Of course Ouyang Ming didn't know how much of a sensation his actions caused this time, it could even be said to be an earthquake.
Of course, there are good and bad aspects. The advantage is that he has become a welcome guest of the Jiang family, but the disadvantage is that he has become a must-kill person of the Blood Dragon family.
At this time, the Ji family only had a small thought in their minds. How terrifying would it be for such a person who dominates a generation to break through to the Supreme Being? There is no doubt that it will definitely make the Blood Dragon family very distressed or unable to resist.
Yes, by now, Ouyang Ming has begun to have the strength to dominate a generation.
As long as he breaks through to the peak of the Supreme Spirit, he will have room to maneuver even in the hands of the Venerable. Of course, it is too difficult to get a draw with the Venerable. After all, Dantian Huanhu's improvement to practitioners is really great.
At this moment, the person who caused the huge commotion in the ruins was escaping quickly.
His hair was disheveled and his face was pale.
Ouyang Ming patted the space bag, and a burst of soft white light spread out. When it fell, a porcelain bottle was already lying in his palm, and bursts of refreshing fragrance reverberated.
He lifted it up with his thumb, and the fragrance of the red pill was suddenly extremely strong. With a shot of his right hand in the air, four pills flew out, and three pills fell into the hands of the three of them. They said softly: "Take them to restore some spiritual power. They will catch up to you at some point." There was also a hint of emotion in his words. With a touch of helplessness.
Jiang Yingrong and He Jian exchanged a look and swallowed the pill in one gulp without any pretense. In their hearts, Ouyang Ming is a "big family". Who would feel bad if he eats from a big family
As the elixir was swallowed, a warm current suddenly grew in the Dantian, spreading to every corner of the body along with the eight extraordinary meridians, continuously restoring the consumed spiritual power.
Zhan Jian did not speak, raised his wrist, and swallowed it. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said softly: "I didn't expect Brother Yu to have such a method. This kind of alchemy is not inferior even to the elders of the sect." , or even worse, but..." He suddenly frowned.
After hearing this, Ouyang Ming's head clicked, and he thought to himself, could he have been discovered? It stands to reason that he is a sword cultivator. Even if I use the secret method of refining elixirs at the elixir peak, I still can't discover it! But his face didn't reveal anything, and he said solemnly: "Just what?"
Burial Sword stepped forward with his right foot, and the spiritual energy in his dantian exploded, producing an extremely strong thrust, turning into a rainbow, and while galloping towards the distance, he replied: "It's just that the furnace for refining pills is The secret method is somewhat similar to that of Danyao Peak, but more advanced." As he spoke, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Ouyang Ming with confusion.
It was only then that Ouyang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and blinked mysteriously, with an unfathomable look on his face: "It's true! This inheritance, alas..."
He didn't finish speaking, but Zhan Jian waved his hand and blinked in response, with an expression of "I understand" in his eyes.
Ouyang Ming didn't say anything, stopped talking, increased his speed to the extreme, and fled towards the horizon.
As the sun sets, everything is quiet. When the last ray of light falls in the sky, darkness swallows up from the horizon. The cursed place at night is many times more dangerous than during the day.
"There, chase!" Suddenly, a cry broke the silence of the night.
Dozens of blood dragons, with blood mist exuding from their scales, trembled all over, and rushed forward like a Kunpeng rushing towards food.
Dong Chenyu sneered and roared, "Warriors of the Blood Dragon clan, catch them and bring them back to the clan!"
"Yes!" Dozens of blood dragons roared in unison.
"The ghost is still here!" Ouyang Ming cursed in his heart. On this day, he kept changing directions, but the opponent was like a gangrene attached to the bone, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. In desperation, Ouyang Ming could only rush towards the desperate situation, because he knew in his heart that in this desperate situation, there was a chance to survive despite death.
Jiang Yingrong told Ouyang Ming the location of this Jedi in advance.
Her original thought in her heart was to enter this desperate place to escape for a while. With the strength of a few people, she could survive for a few days no matter how dangerous it was. During this time, the strong men of the Black Dragon family must have received the news. As long as we wait until they arrive, this dead situation will be alive.
A quarter of an hour later, a white vortex like a nebula appeared in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes. Deep in the vortex, countless bloody arcs shone, stirring up sparks.
And behind the whirlpool, there is endless white mist, which stretches to unknown places, like an ancient ferocious beast that opens its bloody mouth and swallows it. The moment it is seen, one's body is chilled, as if falling into ice. In the cave.
"Come in..." Ouyang Ming forced down the uncomfortable feeling in his body, gritted his teeth together, and spoke harshly.
Without any hesitation, squeezing his own potential, his body stretched into a rainbow, his speed exploded again, and he rushed directly into the whirlpool.
The other three followed closely and stepped into it.
When Dong Chenyu saw this scene, he was not impatient. He raised his wrist, and all the blood dragons stopped immediately, and said coldly: "Guard the entrance!"
At the same time, countless poisonous insects slowly flew out of the yellow sand and gathered together. They were the members of the Shizhuo clan.
It was because of his contribution that Ouyang Ming and his party were unable to escape the pursuit of the blood dragon. He had a keen sense of smell and could smell the strong smell of blood on Ouyang Ming's body.
Dong Chenyu groaned with his eyes open. He spread his fingers apart, the suction force exploded, and he gently grabbed it.
Suddenly, grains of yellow sand flew into his palm, and when he crushed it hard with two fingers, the yellow sand turned into ashes.
He glanced at Shi Zhuang and said in a cold voice, "Will they really come out from here?"
"Don't worry, within three days, this damn human race will definitely escape. In this white whirlpool, there is inexplicable danger, and the consumption of spiritual power is approaching the extreme. The most important thing is that there is only one exit in this desperate place. As long as you guard it, Everything must be safe here." As he spoke, green light lit up in his eyes, like a will-o'-the-wisp floating on a lonely grave, and it was as cold as a ghost.
Dong Chenyu nodded slightly, and four words suddenly came to his mind - catching a turtle in an urn.
Within the white vortex, mist is floating everywhere, and the white mist is like threads, connecting into one piece.
The sky, the earth, the grass and trees, and everything else are shrouded in mist. As far as the eye can see, they are all lonely and lonely white. Staying in this environment all the time can drive people crazy.
The edge of the white swirl.
Four figures were sparse and moving slowly.
After a moment, Ouyang Ming paused, with a look of thought in his eyes, and said softly: "Why do I feel that the spiritual power in my body is consumed much faster, and even if I detect the spiritual power, it is less than ten feet. The rest is up to me. I'm not sure." He tried it many times before he said.
Zhan Jian also nodded in agreement and looked at Jiang Yingrong.
After getting along with each other for this day, Zhan Jian knew that Ouyang Ming was the absolute core of this small team, there was no doubt about this.
Jiang Yingrong knows better. After all, the Jiang family is one of the strongest forces in the Daxu human race. Jiang Yingrong has been reciting Taoism since he was a child, and of course he has a wide range of knowledge, so he turned his attention to Jiang Yingrong at this time.
Before Jiang Yingrong could answer, He Jian had already answered.
He had a face full of vicissitudes, engraved with traces of time. He looked far into the distance, looking at the rolling fog in the distance, and said: "This kind of white vortex will keep swallowing the surrounding spiritual energy, getting bigger and bigger." As he said, , he spread his palm and gently held it in a white mist.
Then he said: "What absorbs the spiritual power of the monks is the white mist floating in the whirlpool."
"White mist?" Zhan Jian's voice rose a few degrees, with a suspicious look on his face.
"Yeah!" He Jian nodded. Both of them were carrying sword boxes. This scene was a bit strange no matter how you looked at it.
Jiang Yingrong said nothing, with a heavy look of worry on her face.
At this moment, the light in Ouyang Ming's eyes gathered in vain, his long sleeves were rolled forward, and streaks of colorful starlight were emitted. A closer look revealed that there were countless finely carved formation disks, full of charm. The formation disk drew a long and perfect arc, fell from mid-air, and directly enveloped a hundred-foot range. The arcs intertwined into a network, and the majestic spiritual power spread out in all directions.
"Disperse!" Ouyang Ming breathed out a breath of green air, and a rune node next to him lit up instantly.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew away all the fog in the formation, and a piece of black land was suddenly exposed, covered with gravel.
Jiang Yingrong's lips were smeared with sand and she looked surprised. She looked at He Jian and said in amazement: "Brother Yu, you still know the formation?" A sense of absurdity arose in her heart. She can refine elixirs and forge flying carpets. His strength is not inferior to that of Daozi, and he can even arrange formations now. Why does he have so much energy? Isn't this too nonsense? Jiang Yingrong turned her gaze to Ouyang Ming, as if looking at a monster.
Jiang Yingrong didn't know that Ouyang Ming had a spiritual world unique to the Phoenix clan, and his ability to steal teachers was too much like a cheat.
As long as he wants to learn, with a little deduction, he can immediately restore it, or even get better.
He Jian listened to this, smiled bitterly, nodded and said: "Yes, so my previous evaluation was not excessive, right?"
"It's really not too much..." Jiang Yingrong thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
She is arrogant and confident, but in front of Ouyang Ming, she has completely become a foil.
Just as her thoughts were rolling in her mind, Ouyang Ming's plain voice rang out, disrupting her thoughts: "Come in!"
The corners of her mouth curled up, a strange look appeared in her eyes, and she stepped into the formation with wonder. This is why she believes in Ouyang Ming. Otherwise, stepping into a formation master's formation is no different from seeking death. Once the formation is completed, the formation master is the master of the formation, a god-like existence. Up to now, the formation arranged by Ouyang Ming can easily trap the peak spirit person.
Zhanjian took two breaths and took a deep look at Ouyang Ming, feeling a faint bitterness in his heart.
Even with a strong mind cultivated by sword cultivation, I still feel a sense of confusion in my heart.
Can I really catch up with him
But in just a moment, this idea was completely crushed.
Since you are a Taoist, you must have the heart of a Taoist.
No matter how difficult the road he was going to take in the future, it could not make him have the slightest fear of shrinking.
Ouyang Ming's strength will only make him more diligent and hardworking, and will only become the motivation for him to be brave and radical.