Ouyang Ming's eyes were so blurry that it was difficult to describe.
An extremely powerful tearing force enveloped him, and without him making the slightest move, a burst of colorful glazed light completely blocked this force.
Although this power is extremely powerful, Ouyang Ming is like a towering mountain. No matter how the external environment changes, he cannot waver in the slightest.
This is his greatest heritage now.
In front of him, the world is getting bigger and bigger, with green vegetation and abundant spiritual energy.
After an unknown amount of time, his head sank, and when he opened his eyes, his body was already immersed in a spiritual pool.
The internal organs, limbs and bones are all in an extremely comfortable state.
Ouyang Ming looked up at the sky, and his eyes were full of stars of different colors, some big and some small, some far away and some near. There are actually countless worlds. At first glance, there are at least tens of thousands of them.
He smacked his mouth and looked away. However, there was a look of shock that could not be concealed in his eyes.
Ouyang Ming murmured to himself in a low voice: "So, this is the world? It's really indescribably huge." Although these stars look small, that's just because they are too far away. In fact, every place is The world is not much smaller than the spiritual world, and even most of the stars are wider than the spiritual world.
After staring blankly for a moment, Ouyang Ming had a slight thought.
The Venerable Vajra and His Holiness appeared in the spiritual spring.
Dahuang grinded his teeth and felt it carefully for a while. His Qi was as round as one. He raised his claws and slapped forward fiercely. A claw as sharp as a knife appeared out of thin air and hit the empty space. Only the space was visible. The spiritual energy exploded without even a slight ripple.
Dahuang hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Xiao Mingzi, the space in this world seems to be more stable?"
Xiaohong chirped arrogantly, glanced at Dahuang, and said, "Of course, the world is vast and the space structure is stable. Ordinary venerables cannot make any waves in this world."
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his wings, pointed at the stars in the sky, and introduced: "These stars are all complete worlds, with different distances. More than 30% of them are ruled by the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, and there are all kinds of people living there. Vassal races. There are still 30% in disputes, the dragon and phoenix clans are fighting endlessly, and the rest are just Jedi. Without spiritual energy, it is difficult for even powerful monks to survive. "
Hearing this, Ouyang Ming frowned.
He hit the nail on the head and said: "Are these world laws unified?"
"Yeah." Xiaohong replied.
Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed with purple light, and he thought to himself, that is to say, these stars are actually derived from the same world.
It's not surprising that Ouyang Ming would come to this conclusion. He has experienced the power of laws in the Dragon Clan Small World, the Phoenix Clan Small World, and the Poison Pill World. Although the paths lead to the same goal, the differences in their origins are still huge.
The Dragon Clan's small world is domineering, the Feng Clan's small world is arrogant, and the main theme of the Poisonous Pill World is tolerance, and they are all different.
After being stunned for a moment, he stood up from the spiritual spring and used his spiritual power to evaporate all the water vapor on his body.
At this moment, a phantom of a fire phoenix flew from a distance, turning the sky red for half the sky. It landed on Xiao Hong's head and kept spinning.
The little red lips moved, as if communicating something with it.
After a while, his eyes showed surprise, and he looked at Ouyang Ming and said, "My buddy, Feng Xiang, whom you have seen, is in this small world. After feeling my aura, he called us over!"
Ouyang Ming recalled the fire phoenix falling from the sky when he was in the Beast King Sect.
Killing everything with a domineering attitude, his heart suddenly became a little hot, and he followed the phantom of the fire phoenix and moved away.
The mountains stretch out, with teeth and claws spread out, like countless circling dragons.
The water is clear and the spiritual energy is rich.
"Rumble..." Countless ear-splitting sounds came from afar, rolling up huge waves of spiritual energy.
At this time, deep in the mountains, a dozen phoenix tribesmen were fighting an evil dragon.
The light of various magic weapons spread out, and they were like jewels.
There are sword pills stained with the holy will of initiative, which can shake out arc-shaped sword light every time, and are so sharp that it is unspeakable; there are giant hammers that flash with lightning, and with every strike, the spiritual energy will explode and set off into pieces. The thunder; especially the formation composed of one hundred and eight long knives, with the light and shadow of the sword, wherever it passes, life is exhausted... Just seeing this picture, you can know that the application of weapons in the world is beyond the spiritual world. How many thousands times.
Behind the Phoenix Clan, a man in red stood in the sky.
He folded his arms across his chest with a calm expression on his face. He was obviously a man with a thunderous heart and a calm face.
He is Feng Xiang, the friend Xiaohong talks about.
The dragon and phoenix clans are different from ordinary spiritual beasts. They must penetrate the realm of the venerable before they can transform.
"Kill him as soon as possible!" Feng Xiang urged in a low voice with a calm expression on his face.
"Yes!" The eyes of the rest of the Phoenix clan showed awe at the same time, and their attacks became more ruthless.
In an instant, this evil dragon was in danger. Every time he made a move, he was exhausted and could be killed at any time.
And at this time, a joking voice came from the horizon: "I didn't expect that this small world could actually have a real strong man from the Phoenix Clan come in person. It's really interesting." There was spiritual power in this voice, Wherever he passed, all the clouds exploded, and a colorful light curtain was seen rolling in from a distance. A man in black robe slowly walked along with the light curtain as if taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard. In an instant, he was squeezed hard. into the eyes of everyone.
Yes, it is "squeezing". This is a kind of overbearing that whether you are willing or not, I will come in and take a look.
Feng Xiang's pupils shrank inwardly and sneered: "It's the same thing every time I appear. Are you annoyed? Long Xiao, don't think I dare not kill you!"
"It's not a question of whether you dare, but whether you can." The black-robed man known as Long Xiao laughed, waved his long sleeves, took out a fan, and started fanning gently.
"You are really confident." The majestic killing intent emanated from him.
He drew two double swords from his sleeves and shouted in a low voice: "Kill!"
The two knives danced in his hands, like two rotating discs, showing an unspeakable sharpness and radiating cold light.
With his hands intertwined, the two knives in his hands drew a white arc, like two perfect arcs intersecting, and he whispered: "First stop, the cold moon and ice are like light." It was at this time that the evil dragon was blasted by the Phoenix Clan. Fragmented.
But Long Xiao didn't even raise his eyelids. He put on his airs and said in a deep voice: "The Phoenix Clan's secret skill, eighteen stops. I wonder how many stops you can do with your current cultivation level?"
While speaking, he patted the space bag. When it fell, there was already a long black whip in his hand, and it threw an arc in the air.
The long whips are made of weird and unpredictable materials, and their moves must be unexpected. The more deviant the sword is, the more elusive it becomes.
And Long Xiao is obviously the master among them. The whip is both imaginary and real, and the real thing is imaginary.
He headed straight for Fengxiang, but as soon as he got close, he was bounced away by the spinning double knives.
Drawing it under a mountain with a thickness of a hundred feet, in an instant, the entire mountain turned into powder.
The ground beneath the two of them instantly shattered, and the smoke and dust spread outward. It was just the power released after the collision. Even a venerable person would definitely be seriously injured due to contamination. These dozen phoenixes immediately flew out. They were nothing but Venerables, and this kind of battle was obviously beyond the level they could imagine.
Fengxiang's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly: "The second stop, the cold mountain phoenix is like flying."
The two swords rotated faster and faster, containing extremely majestic power.
It seemed to turn into two rays of lightning, like the Yangtze River rushing to the sea, the flames entering the ice, churning endlessly.
The secret book of the Phoenix Clan, the eighteen stops, each stop contains completely different power. One stop is a level in the sky. When the eighteen stops are superimposed, one can reach the sky and kill the gods.
Long Xiao's expression was stern, and he thought to himself, how long has it been since we last seen him, and he has become stronger again? The word "and" shows the complexity of his heart.
He glanced into the distance and snorted coldly: "Long Ting, if you don't come out, I won't be able to bear it anymore." Although he was very smooth-talking before, in terms of strength, he was slightly inferior to Feng Xiang, and his confidence He is from Longting, one of the strong men of the Dragon Clan. He once suppressed all realms and gained a great reputation with his fists, which is comparable to Feng Xiang.
Before he finished speaking, a man with an ordinary face slowly walked out.
He was holding a weed in his mouth, and although his eyes were small, they were very bright. From his appearance, he must be the kind of person who would stand out from everyone, but no one dared to underestimate his strength.
Feng Xiang's eyes narrowed and he looked at Long Ting and asked: "You have worked so hard to use this evil dragon to lead me here, and you even took action. Do you want to keep me here?"
"While you are alive, I always feel uneasy. The hidden dangers must be eradicated." Long Ting said calmly.
"It's useless to talk more, fight!" Although Feng Xiang was anxious, he still felt calm in his heart.
The two knives in his hands turned faster and faster, stopping for the third time, stopping for the fourth time...
The attack became more and more majestic. Within a radius of dozens of miles, the mountains were broken and the rivers were changed.
But under the siege of the two men, it gradually showed its decline.
The most important thing is that the Phoenix Clan's secret skill, Eighteen Stops, can only be used up to ten stops with his current strength. It is not easy to kill people of the same level. As soon as his thoughts changed, he switched from offense to defense, put on airs, looked for flaws, and waited for help.
Although the rest of the Phoenix clan are all venerables, they are not even qualified to participate in the war against those who take that step, so they can only act anxiously.
Fengxiang put away the two swords and did not use the Eighteen Stops again.
After all, this move consumes spiritual power too quickly, and it can only be revealed after ten pauses.
Of course, what's more important is that Fengxiang has decided to fight defensively. It would be foolish to waste any more spiritual power.
"Huhu!" I saw Long Ting tightening his fingers, grabbing the sky with force, and whispering: "Move mountains."
A mountain peak on the horizon shook violently, rocks rolled down, and vegetation died. It flew from a distance, turning from a tiny black dot into a grain of black sand, getting bigger and bigger, and heard bursts of sound breaking through the air, thick and simple.
Long Ting's eyes flashed coldly, he exhaled softly and said: "Come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the mist rose up on the mountain peaks, getting heavier and larger, as if it could collapse the world, and moved towards Fengxiang to suppress it. This was the art of moving mountains.