It was at the same time that Ouyang Ming was talking to Dahuang that in the sky above a bloody forest, countless blood energy poured down from the sky, spinning rapidly and condensing together to form a cyclone as long and thin as a snake.
From a distance, it looks like a hundred-foot-long snake standing upside down in the bloody forest. There is even a faint red light shining under the cyclone. All the spiritual beasts that touch the cyclone, the essence, blood and dantian in the flesh and bone marrow are The spiritual energy within will be sucked dry instantly, turning into a mummy and falling on the bloody earth under the cyclone. This scene is extremely terrifying.
The world was silent. Feng Xinxiao walked forward slowly and stepped on a dead branch on the ground. There was a crisp sound under her feet.
Suddenly, a stream of extremely pure blood surged from the sky, followed the top of his head, and entered his body.
His eyes were red, and there was nothing else in his pupils except the color of blood. They seemed to contain two worlds full of killing. For him, there was no difference between them. Wherever he was, there was hell, everything was eighteen. layer.
There was a flash of blood in his eyes, and the sky was dyed red. He pursed his lips and chuckled: "The killing aura of a strong man in the imperial realm? It's really powerful. Who does it belong to?" As soon as his voice fell, he Just squinting his eyes, there was a crunching sound in his body, and sharp bone spurs sprouted all over his body, especially the bone spurs on his head, which looked like a bone knife that had just been soaked in blood.
After a full ten breaths, his eyes slowly opened.
After letting out a chuckle, he pressed on the cyclone above the bloody forest.
In an instant, the slender snake-like cyclone disintegrated and turned into blood mist that slowly dissipated.
Feng Xinxiao looked into the distance and didn't know what she thought of. Suddenly, a crazy and violent aura swept across all directions with him as the center.
Greed, selfishness, anger, desire... all kinds of negative emotions are contained in it. Wherever this strange aura sweeps, countless creatures' eyes are filled with light, and the essence and blood in their bodies rush directly into their minds. They fall to the ground with a "bang", and there are streaks of blood. It stirred the quiet sky into pieces, wrapped around Feng Xinxiao, and was swallowed by him.
Every moment, his understanding of the law of killing increases at an incredible speed. This is to prove the Tao through killing.
After half a cup of tea, the pair of bloody eyes retracted from a distance.
As soon as he thought about it, he secretly adjusted his energy, gathered it and breathed it out, and the spiritual energy in his chest and abdomen slowly contracted. Gently spitting out a mouthful of blood mist, the blood mist kept spinning, as if it had turned into a deep black hole, rolling up into the sky in circles, setting off a bloody wind.
Grass, trees, spiritual animals, rocks...
Everything, after being swept away by the bloody wind, turned into countless gray lights.
Even the spiritual beast at the peak of the Venerable was like this. He could only watch the bloody whirlwind approaching him, tearing his body into countless criss-crossing cracks, like a broken ceramic cup that was forcibly stuck together. After a moment, Without making a sound, the soul flew away. This is the power of the Law of Killing. Just a thought can make the powerful soul of the suppressing party fly away.
The law of yin and yang is mysterious and unfathomable.
The law of killing is to prevent ghosts and gods from tampering with it.
Feng Xinxiao looked satisfied and nodded. She was obviously very satisfied with the result. She raised her head and looked towards the east and said coldly: "At the beginning, I lost a move in your hands. Now I want to win it back and kill you to prove it." "Tao, seek the perfection of the law of killing, control the dragon and phoenix clans, and achieve great achievements for the ages." At this moment, the ambition hidden deep in his heart grew wildly, growing from a withered yellow weed to a green and towering tree. Big tree.
He didn't know how long he had been walking before a tribe appeared in his perception.
"Yes, as expected of the original heart, such a small tribe actually has an emperor-level powerhouse?" He lifted his shoulder strap, blood flashed in his eyes, and he licked his lips lightly, and the murderous intention that became the essence filled the air. When he came out, the wind and clouds surged in the sky, and the blood clouds dispersed and gathered again, gathered and dispersed again.
His eyes lit up, and a blood cloud condensed out of thin air, getting lower and lower.
Above the sky, blood clouds were flying up and down. In just a moment, the entire sky was completely filled with blood.
The color of this blood cloud is actually a bit darker than blood, and there is a vague feeling of weirdness. It is pressed down layer by layer, getting thicker and heavier, and a heart-stopping pressure rises from the blood cloud. It fell majestically.
Countless thunders roared, and the whole world fell into silence.
"Who is it? Who is targeting me?" An old man sitting cross-legged under a tree opened and closed his eyes, as if containing a deep starry sky, and the unique coercion of an imperial-level powerhouse swept across all directions, with a solemn expression. Looking at the condensed blood cloud.
"Master, what's going on?" A man in an animal robe walked up to the old man and spoke softly.
"I don't know..." The old man stood up, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
He thought to himself: "Could it be that the surrounding tribes are targeting our tribe?" This idea was rejected by him as soon as it came up. There are many strong men in the heart of origin who can master the law and change the celestial phenomena with their own thoughts. , not even one within hundreds of thousands of miles.
"Then what's going on?" The old man frowned deeply and couldn't figure it out.
"Master, what should we do now?" The man in the beast robe felt like a big mountain was pressing on his shoulders, with a worried look on his face.
The old man rubbed his chin with his old fingers, thought for a moment, and said: "Open the mountain protection formation, take your tribe and escape quickly."
"Yes!" The man in the beast robe bowed heavily.
"Escape? Can you escape?" Feng Xinxiao looked playful, raised her hand and pressed it into the void. With this press, streaks of blood-colored thunder thundered down from the thunderclouds, like a downpour, dense and rapid. , covering the sky and the sun.
As for the powerful man in the imperial realm who was called the clan leader, he flipped his old wrist, and a bottle of stone statues the size of a palm flew out, facing the wind. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a bottle of half-man, half-animal monster.
The stone statues are so thick and heavy that they give people the feeling of being in a mountain and abyss.
On the ground, countless rune nodes formed a circular formation, covering the entire tribe.
Feng Xinxiao let out a soft cry. The sound was ordinary, but when it was heard in the old man's ears, it was like thunder on a dry land, making him bleed directly from all his orifices. In just a moment, the gray robe on his body was soaked with blood, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood. of general.
The thunder, which was as fine as rain, could shatter the stone statue in less than a hundred breaths.
The entire tribe became a desperate place.
One place, two places…
Feng Xinxiao's understanding of the law of killing is getting deeper and deeper.
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The Heart of Origin is extremely mysterious and vast. No one knows what is here and what secrets it contains.
This is the most mysterious and unspeakable place in the world. The tribes that can survive in it are all extremely powerful. They must have several emperor-level warriors to take charge, otherwise they will never be able to live and reproduce in the Heart of Origin.
The law of the jungle is the main theme of this world, and this will not change no matter how many thousands of years go by.
The so-called fairness only exists in the hands of the strong. If you are not strong, then talking about fairness is just a joke.
And in the far east of the Heart of Origin, known as the corner of the sea and the cliff of the sky, surrounded by three ten thousand-foot-high peaks, it is like spring all year round, the climate is pleasant, and the spiritual energy here is extremely rich, even in countless blessed places. Among the original hearts, they can also be ranked at the forefront.
The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing across the earth, stirring leaves and branches.
In the middle of the three peaks, there is a small village with only a hundred houses, but the houses are much higher than those in ordinary farmhouses, six or seven feet high. No matter how you look at it, it gives people an alternative look. Feel.
A clear stream passes through the village and spreads into the distance.
Beside the stream, a tiger-headed child stared quietly at the stream. He was only six or seven years old, but he was tall and had broad shoulders. He was much taller than the average human race. In particular, there was a star mark between his eyebrows. Faintly visible, if you look closely, this dim star mark is exactly the same as the star mark between the eyebrows of the ancient witch clan in the long river of time.
Suddenly, the boy moved, his body extremely flexible, like a breeze or a sword feather.
He raised his hand and grabbed a spiritual fish from the water, holding it in his hand. His eyes were full of joy. Apart from being clear, he was also simple and so pure that it made people's hearts tremble.
Suddenly, a voice pretending to complain came from the house: "Everything has spirit, jealous Lingxuan, why don't you let the fish go?" The voice was a bit old, but it seemed amiable. Just listening to the voice, you can imagine Got it, this must be an old man with kind eyes and a kind face who has seen through the vicissitudes of the world as prosperity comes to an end.
Jealousy Lingxuan rolled his eyes and shook his head deliberately.
Pretending to say: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, God has the virtue of good life, I think it's not easy for you to practice, this time, I will let you live." After saying that, he held the struggling spiritual fish in his hand and threw it into the water, wearing straw sandals, He opened the door and entered the house with a cheerful and light step.
It was still daytime, but a golden oil lamp was lit in the room. What was even more strange was that the color of the flame of this oil lamp was also golden.
Next to the oil lamp, an old man with a gray beard sat on a wooden stool.
Holding a bamboo stick in his hand, he swayed slightly and gently picked the wick. The light of the oil lamp suddenly became much brighter, golden, and seemed to be able to dispel the cold and bring light. The old man's figure was also reflected on the window, swaying constantly. At this moment, the wick made a hissing sound and split into three. Although the oil lamp was not extinguished, it became much dimmer.
The old man's bark-like hands trembled and then stopped in mid-air.
After a full ten breaths, the hanging arm came back, put down the bamboo stick, gently rubbed the center of his brow, and whispered: "The wick has scattered into three petals, which is a sign of great evil. I'm afraid it will happen this time." It's a big deal..." As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, and the six-petal turtle shell engraved with runes fell down and kept spinning on the table, with the weird runes on it beating constantly.
"The barbarian from the witchcraft tribe is jealous of Xie Xie. He sacrifices a hundred lifespan to explore the avenue of numerology. Enlightenment!"
(End of chapter)