The grimace old man's pupils shrank slightly and he stepped forward slightly.
After taking a few steps forward, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, jumped up, and stood in mid-air, wearing a gray gown without any wind.
The ten fingers intertwined and pinched continuously, a mysterious and unspeakable aura rippled throughout the underground palace, and the body was shrouded in mist, like a god.
Suddenly, heavy rain fell in the underground palace, like splashing water, forming a ripple composed of rain curtains, covering the towers in the underground palace.
"Senior brother, this... this kind of strange phenomenon..." Jealousy's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of worry on his face. He has profound attainments in arithmetic, has long been familiar with the numerology classics, and is fully integrated with his own skills. He can even deduce the luck of the emperor, and naturally understands the meaning of this kind of vision - it is impossible to guess!
Generally speaking, when divination is performed, visions occur in the heaven and earth, which proves that this person is involved in a wide range of causes and effects, and is protected by heaven's secrets, which cannot be described or explained.
The old man with a grimace took a sharp breath and said in a cold voice: "Use the essence and blood of the Witch Clan as a guide to open it for me."
At this moment, a whirlwind of red hair blew up in the underground palace. Countless hairs like wild beasts were pulled out with brute force, stained with red blood. These silky hairs covered the sky and the sun, covering the entire space. Shrouded in it, the moment he saw it, cold air seemed to rise from his bones, his whole body shuddered, and every inch of hair stood on end. This was a sign of genocide.
The old man with a grimace placed his right hand upside down between his eyebrows, and his middle finger was deeply embedded in the flesh. There was an extremely strange and indescribable aura about his whole body.
He raised his left hand and feinted for a moment, then tried to push it out and shouted softly: "The wind is blowing!"
This voice seemed to be contaminated by the power of ghosts and gods. After the words were spoken, the violent winds of the underground palace rose from the ground, like dragons composed of hurricanes, rolling up to the sky in circles, directly blasting away the red mist in the underground palace.
His eyes did not change, he just watched the flowers blooming in front of the court, stepped on the void, and climbed into the sky.
Suddenly, thunder exploded, and countless red hairs turned upside down.
The old man only felt that there was a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him in the darkness. His body froze, and the blood in his veins seemed to be frozen. An unprecedented fear swept over him.
Without any consideration, he looked up to the sky and screamed: "I can see destiny with my blood!"
As soon as the voice fell, three mouthfuls of essence and blood spurted out from his mouth. He looked like a madman. Six pieces of turtle shells with simple smells flew out. After being stained with the essence and blood, they all came to life, emitting thousands of rays of light and brilliance.
"The yin and yang meet, heaven and man are united, use the natal essence and blood of the witch clan to start the hexagram, open!" While speaking, he flicked his right hand, and the turtle shell with a simple aura turned into six bloody dragons, shaking the sky.
It roared miserably, struggling and rushing high into the sky.
From a distance, it looks like a series of burning meteors, thrusting into the sky with a decisive attitude, trying to blast a hole in the sky above the heads of all spirits. But suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and the fine red hairs scattered in the air, as if being pulled by a mysterious force, rotated together contrary to common sense, one, two... countless red hairs entangled, and finally turned into a A big hand with an awe-inspiring aura pounced on the six dragons. This big hand was blood red, with a heart-stopping fluctuation on it, as if it was stretching out from hell.
With a gentle pinch, a blood dragon was crushed into pieces.
Countless rains of blood spilled, dyeing the underground palace red.
The grimace old man's face was more solemn than ever before, and his dull pupils were spinning.
In an instant, the blood dragon's speed increased dramatically, reaching a point where it was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
A moment later, one of the blood dragons broke through the sky and a turtle shell fell from mid-air.
"Junior brother, remember, find a person named Ouyang Ming, he can help the Wu clan get through this disaster." The voice seemed extremely weak, and even had a faint sense of decay.
Before Jealousy could answer, a red whirlwind blew by.
When the whirlwind dissipated, the grim-faced old man had already disappeared into the underground palace.
There was only a Yin-Yang fish hanging upside down in the sky. The light was dim, and the breeze swept through the underground palace. This witch tribe man unexpectedly felt a rare sense of confusion. He sat quietly for half a quarter of an hour before slowly getting up.
Bowing to the void, he said bitterly: "Brother, have a good journey."
As he staggered outside, his back gave people a feeling of desolation.
Just after coming out of the underground palace, my butt was still hot from sitting, when a short but powerful knock on the door broke the peace again.
"Come in!" He rubbed his brows and spoke in a low voice.
Soon, an old man who was five feet tall walked in. He was wearing an animal robe. He was darker than the rest of the Wu clan. Every inch of his skin was like made of fine steel, shining with a faint light and extremely tough.
Jealousy stood up immediately and said solemnly: "Why are you here?"
Jealousy's voice was rough: "Master, the Manhu tribe thousands of miles away were slaughtered! From two-year-old children to thousand-year-old old women, no one survived. It was as if they were wiped out by an irresistible force. It's like he's gone without leaving any trace." He sat down on the chair, seeming a little decadent.
"Is this news true?" Jealousy's voice was dry.
"I saw it with my own eyes, it's absolutely true." Jealousy Ran replied.
The burning lamp in the house gave off a golden light, and the wick made a hissing sound.
But the two of them remained silent and fell into a deathly silence.
Jealousy understood that the real catastrophe for the Witch Tribe was coming. Since this mysterious strong man had the ability to kill the Manhu Tribe silently, what about the Witch Tribe? Although the ancient witch is a creature in chaos, he once suppressed all heavens and worlds. However, the remaining members of the clan are all from the side clan, and their bloodline power is not strong. All the methods of body cultivation have been lost. Their combat power is only comparable to that of the Dragon and Phoenix clan, and they no longer have the glory of the ancient times.
When facing the Qiongqi clan, there is no need to worry too much because of the existence of the oath of destiny, but what about facing this mysterious and powerful enemy
To be able to achieve this level, one must at least be an emperor-level expert who understands the power of the law.
After being silent for a long time, Zhu Xie exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and said softly: "Jian Ran, please announce that we will search for a human named Ouyang Ming within thousands of miles of the Wu clan, and open the Wu clan's formations to raise alert. Always ready to fight."
"Jian Ran will abide by the clan's public laws." He nodded vigorously.
Although he was very confused, why were he looking for a human named Ouyang Ming? But he had unconditional trust in his clan leader.
Because the clan leader is the strongest person in a tribe, he must know the most. This is also true. The wizard clan clan leader must travel to all realms to temper the impetuous spirit in his heart.
As this order was conveyed, the entire Witch Clan began to move, bursting out with heart-stopping energy.
Of course, Ouyang Ming didn't know this.
At this time, he was taking Xiaohong closer to the corner of the sky and the sea, and he didn't even know that Feng Xinxiao had entered the heart of origin.
The horns on Dahuang's head grew longer, but for some reason, his physical body shrank a lot, but his aura was also stronger. Suddenly, Dahuang coughed hard, raised his head and asked, "Xiao Mingzi, What happened after you entered the Great Ruins, and why did you already break through to the Supreme Being when I saw you again?" He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but today he finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
Xiao Hong also stood up straight and squatted on Da Huang's shoulders carefully.
Ouyang Ming smiled, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
He said softly: "I just opened a pill shop, and everything happened naturally after that." When he said this, he thought of He Jian, who was carrying a sword box and didn't like to talk, and of that man named Jiang Qingcheng, his uncle, thought of Xiaoman who was trying to get his things back. I wonder how they are doing now
"Is it that simple?" Dahuang didn't believe it, shaking his head like a rattle.
Ouyang Ming cleared his throat and coughed heavily, imitating Dahuang: "There is no great truth in this world that can't be overcome by the four words "Dao Zhi Jian". You are too stubborn." As he said this, he deliberately showed a profound look on his face. Unpredictable expression.
He would only look like this in front of those closest to him.
Otherwise, he would always be dressed in white and standing with a smile. This smile inherently represents distance and makes it difficult for people to get close to him. He is also meticulous in everything he does and leaves nothing to chance, as if he would never make a mistake.
Tianfeng Fire only gave Ouyang Ming a chance to change his destiny, and the most important thing was to rely on himself.
Without his unremitting efforts, he would not have been able to reach this point in any case. Success is not accidental.
Dahuang shook his head vigorously again, not believing it...
In his mind, if he could find out the story of Xiao Mingzi's entry into the Great Ruins, he would have more confidence in front of King Kong and Goshawk. After the last time he told the story about Ouyang Ming in the lower world, he was still worried about it, so he started to inquire about it just to get more ink in his stomach. But Xiao Mingzi actually used such perfunctory words to He coped with it, which made him unhappy.
Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly, spread his hands, and said, "Really, I just met some people later and some things happened that couldn't be described as ups and downs."
"What's going on?" Da Huang immediately became interested.
Unable to withstand his teasing, Ouyang Ming still told him everything: the warm past in Changshou Alley, the fun of alchemy in the city lord's palace, the rage when he encountered the blood dragon massacring the village, and the forced killing of the blood dragon prince. The dangers, everything, tell them all. Dahuang and Xiaohong were frightened when they heard this, especially when they were forced into a desperate situation by the Venerable Blood Dragon, their hearts jumped into their throats, like beating drums.
The look he looked at Ouyang Ming had a different meaning.
Among the four beasts, Dahuang has been with Ouyang Ming for the longest time, and he has the same mind. He is most aware of the hardships he has gone through along the way, but he still did not expect that in just a few months, he has experienced so much, and can even use dangerous signs to To describe it, it is called Huansheng.
He gently rubbed his eyes and raised his head.
He secretly thought in his heart that others only saw a genius who dominated the world, but no one understood how much he had paid and how much he had endured after this honor? There are not so many geniuses in this world, we can only make unremitting efforts and perseverance.
(End of chapter)