The breeze blew across my face, bringing with it a refreshing coolness.
In the sky, a silver arc shuttled through the clouds, stirring up thousands of waves. If you look carefully, you will see that it is a rare silver flying carpet.
There were two people sitting on the flying carpet, one old and one young. Their auras were extremely powerful, shaking the void.
The young man has red lips and white teeth, and handsome eyebrows. The domineering look that occasionally flashes between his eyebrows proves that this person is not a simple person.
The old man's eyes seemed to contain a huge world, so profound that it seemed that just one glance could draw people's hearts into it. The aura emitted distorted the entire space within ten feet, and even the slanting sunlight could not fall, being blocked by an indescribable force.
These two people were Ouyang Ming and Jie Xie who had always been in the cave before coming out of the witchcraft department.
The old man clicked his tongue, licked his lips, rubbed the flying carpet with his fingers, a look of emotion appeared in his eyes, and said softly: "I didn't expect that Brother Ou is actually a master of blacksmithing. Such wonderful and unspeakable items are all made by me. It’s incredible.”
What he said was extremely sincere, and he didn't mean to flatter or exaggerate at all.
Although the Witch Tribe is powerful, it does not forge magic weapons. It only tempers its physical body with extremely yin and yang energy. In the process of forging, it is much weaker than the Dragon and Phoenix clans.
"The clan elders have given you too much praise. It's actually not difficult to forge a flying carpet." Ouyang Ming looked at the continuous and ups and downs of the river below and spoke softly. If other blacksmiths heard this, they would probably scold him for being ignorant. What is forged is a flying carpet. Even in the vast world, how many blacksmiths can forge a flying carpet? And, this is a silver flying carpet.
Jealousy was also stunned for a moment and took a deep look at Ouyang Ming.
He has lived for endless years and has met many different kinds of people. Whether what he says is true or false can be distinguished with just a glance.
He gently stroked his gray beard and said with a smile: "It's not that forging a flying carpet is not difficult, but Ou is extremely talented." In his opinion, Ouyang Ming is too young, and it is difficult for people to believe that he is this age. Not only is his cultivation not weaker than that of a strong person in the Imperial Realm, but he also has astonishing achievements in forging.
Ouyang Ming smiled coquettishly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "The clan leader is overly praised. I just have a little more luck than others."
Jealousy shook his head vigorously and said seriously: "Luck is also a part of strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.
In the sky, the flying carpet was as light as cotton wool, but its speed was getting faster and faster.
As Ouyang Ming merged the blood power of the Dragon and Phoenix clans and the Shangjie clan, he transformed into a spirit and stepped into another level of life. His mental power increased sharply, and he became more and more familiar with the flying carpet, which could even be said to be controlled freely.
It was already dusk, and Ouyang Ming controlled the flying carpet to turn a corner.
Suddenly, a faint blood-colored light curtain flickered on the horizon. In an instant, even the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by the blood color.
Looking from a distance, the whole world seems to be shrouded in a blood mist. The land is desolate and lonely, with rocks scattered here and there, dense vegetation, and deep darkness. And in the wilderness, this scene was enough to send chills to the hearts of nearly eighty people.
"Strange, what's going on?"
Jealousy's eyes narrowed, his eyes flickered, his mind turned, and he entered the realm of communion between heaven and man.
In an instant, even the smallest changes in the surrounding surroundings with the flying carpet as the core were clearly presented in his mind. This is not because he is cautious, but because in his original heart, he is as careful as dust and walking on thin ice, and there will be no mistakes.
The sky became darker and darker, revealing a palpitating darkness, and the light on the earth seemed to be absorbed by an unknown substance.
At this moment, a roaring sound spread in all directions.
A ripple visible to the naked eye surged up, instantly shattering the light curtain into pieces.
It turned into countless wisps of extremely thick blood mist, rolling in from the sky, with a surging momentum, like a huge wave crashing on the shore. Mountains, rivers, spiritual beasts... everything was shrouded in the blood mist.
"Who is it?" Ouyang Ming pursed his lips and gently rubbed his eyebrows. He felt a familiar wave in the blood mist.
Without any hesitation, he lightly tapped his toes and jumped up from the flying carpet. Spiritual energy surged in the Dan Lake. He rolled up his long sleeves, put away the flying carpet, and looked forward with burning eyes.
The witch tribe's father's face was gloomy, his center of gravity was shaking, his Qi was slender and lingering, his old body swelled, and the black light wrapped around his arms was like two dragons. The tyrannical momentum swept away, and in a flash, he was already blocking Ouyang Ming's body. forward.
"Let me go!" The old man's voice was not loud, but with a domineering tone that could shatter the sky. He raised his arm and pressed it in the air.
With this press, the blood-colored mist in the sky seemed to be stirred by a slender bamboo pole, turning into a blood-colored vortex that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It kept spinning and rolled up into the sky in circles. Like Kowloon absorbing water, it eventually turned into a wisp of white mist and quickly dissipated.
"Interesting, the blood of the ancient witch clan? But so what?"
Just when the blood mist was about to dissipate, a cold and unusual voice shook the spiritual energy.
It came from afar. Judging from the tone, the speaker should be a middle-aged man. There was an awe-inspiring evil spirit in this voice, as if it was coming from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Following the sound, a man in rich clothes stepped on the void and came slowly. His clothes were fluttering, his eyes were dark, and black arcs were intertwined with each other, making him extremely ghostly.
Feng Xinxiao's eyes wandered around, and finally fell on Ouyang Ming. Blood flashed in her eyes, and she said, "There are so many places in life where we never meet. Last time we were in the Feng Clan, if it weren't for you, how could I have failed?"
Ouyang Ming said nothing and looked calm.
"Why don't you dare to speak? Are you afraid?" He sneered, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Ouyang Ming's expression remained as usual, without any disturbance.
But Jealousy was angry. A dark cloud seemed to be hanging over his head, and a force that could lift the sky burst out from him. You must know that his cultivation level already belongs to the top group of people in the world. Even compared with Feng Mu, he is only half a step behind. Compared with ordinary emperor-level experts who understand the law, he is not even a little bit stronger. But now, a boy who had just understood the law dared to jump in front of him. How could he not be angry? What's more, Ouyang Ming was the one who was calculated to break the situation by his senior brother.
Jealousy pressed her right hand lightly on the center of her eyebrows, and suddenly, the dim star mark on her eyebrows instantly lit up. The white light scattered in all directions, setting off an invisible force of wind, and he roared: "Reincarnation Fist!"
He is a descendant of the ancient witch clan. Even though he went through the Witch Punishment War and countless precious inheritances were destroyed, the Samsara Fist is the three most important skills of the ancient witch clan. It is engraved in the bone marrow and imprinted in the soul, and it cannot be erased even by all the tribulations.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man raised his arms and punched the sky. The wind of the fist swept across all directions, and the shadows of the fists were connected together.
Under this punch, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the anger swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. The nine heavens and ten earths all trembled and kept wailing.
Wherever the fist wind passed, countless spatial turbulence appeared out of thin air.
This is Samsara Fist, which has the power to rule for eternity.
"How can this... be so strong?" Feng Xinxiao was shocked, and an unprecedented crisis suddenly emerged in his mind. But his face was not exposed at all. All he could see was his thin lips pursed and his right hand patting the space bag.
A burst of blood dispersed from his hand, and when it fell, a large cauldron flew out, growing in the wind, and finally became as big as a small mountain. The cauldron was blood red and had a strong fishy smell, as if it had been taken out of a blood lake. Inside the cauldron, there are countless obscure runes carved with knives, which is dazzling.
On the four sides of the cauldron, there are four kinds of monsters, namely, Jixie, Fox Fairy, Judge, and Xingtian, which dominate the four directions. The four monsters have their eyes closed tightly, and they look lifelike, like knife marks, and they seem to be coming from the cauldron at any time. It looks like it was drilled out, with a rich scarlet glow.
It gives people a feeling of being like a mountain approaching an abyss. It is so heavy that it can collapse mountains and suppress all heavens and realms.
The blood on the cauldron flashed brightly and dimly. Feng Xinxiao quickly made a hand seal with her hands, interlacing her index and middle fingers in a twisting shape, and pushed outwards. This coquettish and strange cauldron shook with a bang, turned into a bloody light, and hit the fist wind that could collapse the heavens. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch it with the naked eye, and it disappeared in an instant.
At this time, from Ouyang Ming's perspective, he could see the power of the fist sweeping from the horizon, like a black waterfall hanging upside down from a ten thousand-foot peak, with a tyrannical momentum that shook the sky. Between heaven and earth, the roars of countless gods and demons suddenly sounded. If it were just like that, it would be fine. The key point is that this boxing style actually reveals the mellowness of the Tao of Reincarnation, without any flaws. This punch can sweep across the heavens.
On the other side, the cauldron exuded an aura of vicissitudes and simplicity. In vain, the bloody light spread in all directions, covering the entire world, and a gloomy feeling spread out.
Around the cauldron, countless blood-colored bubbles suddenly appeared, exuding a touch of moist heat, and exploded lightly with a "pop". The sound was extremely subtle at first, but gradually became denser as time went by. Hearing it, it was like a demonic sound penetrated his ears, and his mind felt as if he had fallen into a world of blood.
"Boom..."
An earth-shattering roar turned into a sound wave and swept away. Wherever it passed, mountains, rivers, and spiritual beasts were torn apart, turning into a bloody light that covered a hundred miles. This sound is like the sound of bells and drums, like a big yellow bell, which can suppress all the sounds in the world. Immediately, pieces of spiritual energy exploded. Space is destroyed and reborn, reborn and destroyed, and its evolution is infinite and mysterious.
An extremely violent gray ripple ripped open again. The hundreds of miles of mountains below collapsed, rocks penetrated the sky, and the entire land became lower inch by inch.
This is the horror of those who understand the Law Emperor Realm.
A casual blow is contaminated with the power of law and can destroy everything.
Ouyang Ming's eyes were filled with emotion, his eyes passed over Feng Xinxiao, and he thought to himself, why is he so strong? How long has it been since we last met? You know, when they first met, he had the strength to crush Feng Xinxiao, but now, he actually felt a strong crisis in Feng Xinxiao.
(End of chapter)