Purple, noble and elegant, completely filled the entire Phoenix Clan ancestral land.
"This... this is impossible!" Feng Xinxiao's voice was filled with hysteria. The scene before him was beyond his imagination. This purple light actually suppressed the light of the stars and became the only color between the sky and the earth. He knew in his heart that this time the plan against the peace-making faction had already been lost before it was implemented. The potential shown by Ouyang Ming is really great. This kind of bloodline has never been seen before in the history of the Phoenix Clan.
In other words, he is the first person in the history of the Phoenix clan.
This kind of performance is enough to become Ouyang Ming's biggest trump card and reliance. Even the strong Phoenix clan who had previously been prejudiced against Ouyang Ming will have a subversive change in their mentality at this moment.
And with this kind of bloodline power, how far can Ouyang Ming go in the end? No one can tell.
When Feng Xinxiao turned her eyes, there was a look of deep worry and shock. Especially when seeing some strong men from the Phoenix Clan who were cultivated as emperors, their eyes were so hot that they seemed to be able to melt ice. He felt even more indescribably bitter in his heart, and he cursed in his mind, "It would be better if we had a normal competition. What should we do now?"
His mind was at a loss as things had developed to this moment and were completely out of his control.
Feng Xiang's pupils shrank suddenly and his tongue was stuck. He originally thought that he already thought highly of Ouyang Ming. It wasn't until he saw this scene that he suddenly woke up. How could this be so high-minded? This is simply looking at people through the crack in the door and looking down on them.
Before today, even if his mind was twice as powerful, he would never have been able to guess such a result.
In my heart, I was extremely happy for my decision to make friends with Ou Ouyang Ming.
This kind of person, in the vast world, will one day be able to soar into the sky. As long as he takes that step, with the combat power he has shown now, ordinary emperors are not at his mercy.
The purple light passed through Feng Xiao's fingers, making him breathe quickly, and the ray of resentment he had in his heart disappeared. This kind of person is simply not someone he can hold a grudge against.
On the terrace, all the strong men of the Phoenix Clan were dumbfounded, looking blankly at the figure under the totem.
The eyes are strange and strange, and the pictures they see are all different. Some people saw an incomparably sharp fairy sword with the power to arbitrate for eternity; some saw a majestic mountain that could suppress the heaven and earth; and some saw a boundless, deep sea. Although the things they saw were different, there was one thing that was very similar. They were both synonymous with mystery and power, which could not be fathomed, described or explained.
Feng Mu stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance.
In his eyes, the vibrant vegetation, the winding paths, the majestic mountains, and even the entire world were filled with this stunning purple light.
There was a hint of wisdom in his eyes, he raised his right arm, spread his fingers, and a black light flashed in the palm of his hand, mysterious and distant. This black color seems to have existed when the world was first born, and it is difficult to describe.
The purple energy within a hundred feet radius seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force and rushed directly into the old man's palm.
Countless purple energy condensed and turned into purple threads. This seemingly ordinary movement concealed the great magical power of the void condensation.
The old man moved, and spread out his old palms. He exhaled, and the purple silk lying on his palms scattered with the wind. He said softly: "Purple air comes from the east, and the emperor returns to his throne. This world has already It has been in chaos for too long, and it’s time for a strong man who can suppress all enemies in the world.” This kind of evaluation can only be said to be extremely high.
Suppress all enemies in the world...
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers regularly.
Every time it trembled, the entire sky shook at the same time, as if some power beyond recognition appeared.
After a while, he shook his head and sighed: "I can't see through it, I can't see through it. Forget it, since I can't see through it, I won't read it." He turned around slowly and walked into the house with ease.
The Seven-Star Tower is nine stories high and overlooks the ancestral land of the Feng people. Inside the room hangs a newly written red calligraphy: "Be calm in the face of great events."
Looking at this calligraphy, Fengtian's heart couldn't calm down. He knew in his heart that this competition was meaningless. Regardless of winning or losing, the peacemaker would be the biggest winner. This time, he lost completely.
He held the purple hair with his fingers and hung it above the rice paper with the emblem, but it seemed that it weighed ten thousand kilograms and could not fall down no matter what.
At this moment, his heart was confused.
Because a venerable person is not even an ant in his eyes. In the past, this was simply unimaginable.
Pushing the door open, he walked to the railing and looked at the purple air filling the sky, like threads. It was like falling into a fairy tale world, and his mood fluctuated again.
But Fengtian was very good at cultivating qi. After just two or three breaths, he adjusted himself, exhaled a mouthful of white mist, remained silent, rolled up his sleeves, and turned around to go back to the house.
As soon as he sat down, an old man in black robe appeared out of thin air behind him and wiped his neck with murderous intent in his eyes.
Fengtian didn't look back, and spoke in an even tone, saying: "Feng Mu is not easy to mess with, don't make him anxious. Try to win over him first, and if that doesn't work, then think of another way. I also want to see if I can get the inheritance of the Feng Clan. Does the person have three heads and six arms?”
His eyes were red, and he obviously had murderous intentions. If Ouyang Ming didn't cooperate, he would never be merciful. Even if the sky stood in front of him, he would kill the sky with a butcher knife, let alone the person standing in front of him. .
The old man in black robe nodded slightly and hid in the darkness again.
At this time, under the totem on the terrace, Ouyang Ming's mind was in chaos. Suddenly the scene changed, and a strange and bizarre world appeared. The green grass stretches to the sky, the stars hang low, you can grab them with your hands, and the starlight and moonlight shine down at the same time.
Ouyang Ming stood in the middle of the grassland, with a look of understanding in his eyes, secretly thinking, pass on the memory? A similar scene had appeared when he was practicing the Mind-only Art, so he didn't find it strange. But he didn't expect that what Xiao Hong said was true, and that there was actually a shocking creation hidden in this totem.
There is a reason why Ouyang Minghui thinks this way. In his understanding, all creations with inherited memories are extremely powerful, such as the Wei Nian Jue and the ancient formations left by Xu Junqing.
After thinking for a while, he looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him.
Just at this moment, the door opened with a creak. A middle-aged man wearing a hat carrying a wine bottle walked out of the wooden house with a smile. He looked at Ouyang Ming and said, "Little friend Ou, you're here." ?”
The sound was not loud, but when it fell in Ouyang Ming's ears, it was like thunder and lightning.
His mind was in confusion. He was stunned for a long time before he recovered and said in shock: "Do you know me?"
The middle-aged man raised his crown, revealed an angular face, smiled heartily, and said: "I know a lot about astrology and divination. There are three thousand avenues. I can understand a thousand at least, which can be calculated into the past and future for one hundred thousand years."
"Fengling...Senior Fengling?" Ouyang Ming asked tentatively. In fact, it is not difficult to guess. The inherited memory is sealed in the Phoenix Clan's totem, and his strength is so strong. Who else could be there besides the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan
The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of wine, and said softly: "Young man has good qualifications." He didn't answer, but he didn't refute either, which meant he acquiesced.
At this moment, even with Ouyang Ming's temperament, he was a little excited.
Although Fengling at this moment is just an inherited memory, she still has the perspective and vision of the past, and is undoubtedly one of the strongest people in the history of the world, an existence that can compete with the Dragon Clan's Taotie and the Shangjie Clan's Xu Aoran.
He quickly cupped his hands slightly and said, "Senior, you are overly complimentary!"
Fengling waved her hands in disbelief and said softly: "The laws of the world and the power of space keep squeezing towards me. This aura cannot last long. Since I can induce visions and enter this place, this little friend can It’s fine to give it to you. This shot is what I realized after three days of fighting with Xu Aoran. It’s called Burial of Heaven and Burial of Everything in the World. The technique is exquisite and has so many changes that it’s hard to describe. Be optimistic and understand with your heart.”
Ouyang Ming's expression was respectful: "I will follow my instructions!" He cupped his fists and bowed to Fengling.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fengling's feet were seen stepping on the void, and a long voice came from his mouth: "The marksmanship is all about domineering, and suppresses the chaos of heaven and earth with an unspeakable domineering attitude."
He doesn't have a gun in his hands, but he has a gun in his heart.
Throwing the wine bottle in the air, he drew his right hand out of the air, and a majestic spear light shot up into the sky. The majestic and domineering intention swept across all directions, as if it was about to tear the world into pieces. A hole suddenly opened in the sky, which was ten miles wide and unfathomable in length. It was unknown where it spread, revealing a palpitating darkness. Gun gas was flowing out around the crack, killing everything around it.
If that was all, forget it. The crack seemed to be caught by a pair of invisible hands.
Pulling hard to both sides, in an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the heart-stopping darkness swallowed everything up.
Zombie Heaven, just like the name of this move, has the power of Zombie Heaven.
Ouyang Ming's eyes had been closed tightly at some point, and he used his spiritual power to condense the spear. He kept thrusting out like scribbling, his hand movements getting faster and faster, turning into an afterimage.
Fengling's face showed a look of relief, she shook her head and sighed: "The path of cause and effect is the path of numerology that all things cannot escape. Since I am destined to be with you, what's the harm in giving you another blessing?"
Pressing down with his palm, the spiritual energy of the entire Phoenix Clan's ancestral land boiled, as if being pulled by a mysterious force, rushing towards Ouyang Ming from all directions. From a distance, this spiritual energy condensed into substance, constantly tempering his physical body. There is a glow in his Dan Lake, as clear as mist, as transparent as glass, with a hint of the evolution of the heavens in all realms, and a true meaning of Tao ripples in all directions.
Everyone looked at Ou Yangming as if they were looking at a monster, and felt bitterness in their hearts.
But our protagonist doesn't know all this. At this moment, he is addicted to his own world.
There was only this decisive, domineering spear that could split the sky in his eyes, and he broke it down into countless movements. He kept thinking about it. I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was an instant, maybe it was endless. The gun light flashed in his eyes, and he shot in the air. Draw.