A gust of cold wind blew, and Ouyang Ming shrank his neck.
He felt cold all over, and a cold air came out from his bone marrow and from every pore in his body. He shook his head and replied: "I don't know, but don't worry too much. The sky won't fall. Even if it does, there will be something." The high one holds it.”
Now, Ouyang Ming is not a high-level spiritualist.
How could he solve this kind of catastrophe that had existed for tens of thousands of years and was difficult for even the Supreme Master to solve
You can eat as much food as you have your belly, and you can do as much things as you have the ability to do. This sentence will never go wrong wherever you put it. If Ouyang Ming rolled up his sleeves and said don't worry, I have everything, then he would be overestimating his capabilities. I don't know. The sky is thick and the earth is thick.
Although Ouyang Ming is arrogant, he is not a fool. On the contrary, he is very shrewd and as meticulous as dust, so naturally he would not say such things. Of course, in the face of a catastrophe, he will still prepare carefully and do his best.
Outside the ancient pagoda, the multi-armed Vajra stood on the edge of the Black River. The aura on his body was extremely violent, and there was a faint sign of going berserk.
He had to worry that since Ou Yangming entered this dilapidated ancient tower, the contract he had concluded with Ou Yangming in his spiritual world seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. No matter how he called in the spiritual world, Ouyang Ming had no answer. Moreover, when he probed for his spiritual power, a visible ripple appeared on the ancient tower, revealing the spiritual power of the Multi-Armed King Kong. Take it all in.
He looked at the big bamboo rat with a gloomy face, and his voice was extremely cold: "What's going on? Why can't I even feel the master's breath as soon as he enters the ancient pagoda?"
The big bamboo rat sat quietly under the big clock, his eyes opened, showing a look of seeing through the vicissitudes of the world, and whispered: "Don't be anxious, the time is not there, even if you are anxious, it will have no effect, it will come out naturally when it is time to come out."
These words made the multi-armed Vajra's teeth itch. The violent aura on his body spread out, and he let out a muffled roar. The energy in his body was beating like a drizzle in the rainy season, continuously, and there was a black light flashing on his fists. , a shadow of an ancient ape that looked exactly like him seemed to have descended from ancient times, with a distant aura.
When he saw his right arm bulging, Huoran punched the dilapidated ancient tower like an angry tornado rolling through the river.
The energy roared, and all the spiritual energy within tens of feet in front exploded, forming countless small cyclones out of thin air. But the moment they approached the ancient pagoda, there was a flash of light above the ancient pagoda, and a strange cold wind blew. This majestic punch dissipated in an instant, without even a ripple, and the multi-armed king's eyes became even more angry. .
But at this moment, two spots of light flashed on the ancient tower. The light was dim and extremely obvious.
Dazhushu chuckled and said: "Fellow Taoist, there is no need to worry, they have already entered the second floor of the ancient pagoda."
The multi-armed Vajra was startled, and then all the energy in his body dissipated, and the shadow of the ancient ape behind him also faded away.
The little bamboo rat kept chirping next to the big bamboo rat, but the big bamboo rat didn't mind it and listened quietly, throwing stones into the black river from time to time. The mood was free and easy.
After the ancient pagoda flashed a spot of light once, it kept flashing as if addicted.
Every time it flashes, it means that Ouyang Ming and Dahuang are in that position.
"Third floor, fourth floor..." It was not until the seventh floor that the speed slowed down.
The worries in the heart of the multi-armed king also disappeared. Sometimes he looked into the distance, sometimes he moved his gaze back to the ancient pagoda, and he felt very good. But at this time, Ouyang Ming, who was in the ancient pagoda, was in a very bad mood and was extremely confused. He originally thought that he could find some clues in the ancient pagoda, which would allow him to gain some insights and learn more about it. for something substantial.
But I have seen seven murals, one on each floor, but Ouyang Ming has not even a clue to sort them out. Instead, it is like a mess, getting more and more messy.
Ouyang Ming exhaled a breath of turbid air and followed the yellowing corridor to the eighth floor.
But this picture made Ouyang Ming's face change drastically and his breathing became rapid.
Because this mural looks like the Huijian Peak outside the Forest of Death. The peak is like a long sword stained with blood out of the body. It is extremely sharp and reaches straight into the sky. But at this time, there was actually a small village surrounding Huijian Peak, with only forty or fifty households, with smoke curling from the kitchens and a gurgling river.
With a thought in his mind, Ouyang Ming entered the world in the painting.
From a distance, he saw an old man walking from a distance. The old man had a gray beard, shabby clothes and dusty clothes. He was carrying a sword box behind him. It was square and square, not too big or too small. As he walked, the sword swayed. The outside of the box was wrapped in a layer of rags, which swayed gently behind him in the wind.
A child of six or seven years old holds an arc-shaped leaf in his right hand. There is water in the leaf, and a small goldfish is swimming in the water. The child's eyes were so pure that it made one's heart tremble. Although there was a hint of fear in his eyes when he saw the old man, he was more curious and walked over happily without thinking.
He smiled and asked: "Grandpa, what are you doing here?"
The old man squatted down, smiled kindly, touched the child's head, and said softly: "Passing by, what is this place?"
The child thought for a moment and replied in a very simple way: "This is Xiaohe Village!"
Then he rolled his eyes and looked at the sword box behind the old man. He pointed at it and said, "What's in it?"
"A sword!" The old man's voice was gentle, with a vicissitude that children could not feel.
"Wow, really? I've never seen a sword before!" The child exclaimed, his eyes full of excitement.
The old man carrying the sword box lifted the ribbon on his shoulder, and the sword box moved up two inches. He asked with a smile: "What's your name?"
"Xu Aoran!" The child was still staring at the sword box.
"The name is very good." The old man praised.
The old man and the young man looked at each other in silence. After a long while, Xu Aoran bit his lower lip, with a look of reluctance in his eyes: "Here, this is for you. Can you show me the sword?" He formed an arc in his hand. The leaves were handed over, and there was a goldfish among the leaves.
"A goldfish?" The old man frowned.
"No!" Xu Aoran pretended to be mature and shook his head: "This is my childhood." After saying this, Xu Aoran looked proud.
The old man, whose heart had not seen waves for a thousand years, was stunned for a moment, nodded and said hello, and reached out to take the goldfish.
Without seeing any movement from him, the sword box rolled up behind him and tore the rags on it. Immediately afterwards, a ray of green light shot out, and the three-foot green peak let out a low cry. The sword energy spread for nine thousand miles and remained in the world for three hundred years.
The old man raised his arm slightly, curled his finger slightly, and swept his long sword outward with a loud roar. I saw Hui Jian Peak not far away, as sharp as a sword, embedded in the clouds. I don't know where it was swept away by the sword energy.
"Want to learn?" The old man smiled with a proud look on his face.
"Think!" Xu Aoran nodded, the picture disappeared again, and Ouyang Ming also recovered from the chaotic state.
"That's not right. According to legend, Huijian Peak was not made from a giant sword that flew from the sky?" Ouyang Ming murmured to himself, his eyes becoming more and more confused.
Dahuang glanced at him worriedly, patted his shoulder lightly and said, "Xiao Mingzi, are you okay?"
Ouyang Ming shook his head and made up his mind that after returning this time, he would definitely go back to Jianfeng to take a look around. Whether he could find clues was another matter.
At the same time, he also kept the two extremely critical information of Xiaohe Village and Xu Aoran in his heart.
After a while, he stepped into the realm of meticulousness and unity of nature and man. After observing every thing on this level several times, he recalled it in his mind for a while, and after making sure that nothing was missed, Walk up to the ninth floor.
Suddenly, Ouyang Ming felt his eyes light up, and immediately, a picture he had never seen before appeared in front of him.
Countless people dressed in black appeared in front of one of his altars, with sincere eyes and offerings in their hands. In the center of the altar, a thousand-foot-long green dragon was carved out of a piece of bluestone. This green dragon was lifelike, with a pair of black aura horns on its head, and a faint black glow. It stared at a pair of blood-colored eyes and made a gesture of flying into the air. The men in black below had crazy looks on their faces, admiration in their eyes, and they all knelt on the ground.
Ouyang Ming recovered from the scene and whispered: "Dragon? But why is there a need for sacrifice?" He felt that everything was confusing and he couldn't even find a clue in his mind.
Dahuang also opened his eyes and grinned.
After searching for a while in the last floor of the ancient tower, just after turning a corner, a picture appeared in Ouyang Ming's sight.
This picture is a bit broken, and the atmosphere is much older than the ancient pagoda. Ouyang Ming looked carefully and found Huijian Peak in the picture, and the place name was marked in blood, as if it was in the middle of the map. Drawing a lotus. Next to it is the Lotus Hall, and there is a green dragon painted not far from the Blood Hall, marking the Dragon Temple.
Ouyang Ming frowned his heroic eyebrows and thought to himself, where are these places
Without hesitation, he devoted himself to memorizing the map. After making sure that he would not forget it, he raised his hand and destroyed the map without leaving any trace.
At this time, he was extremely confused and thought to himself, what is the connection between Hui Jianfeng, Xu Aoran and the old man, and where is this map from? Just judging from the picture, the scene described in this picture is extremely distant, extremely peaceful, and rich in aura.
The scene it describes is simply the opposite of the Forest of Death.
Just like light and darkness, opposing each other.
Ouyang Ming had many mixed thoughts in his mind, and he still couldn't figure it out.
After a while, he exhaled a breath, shook his head and said: "I don't want to think about it anymore, I will figure it out later. What we know now is just the tip of the iceberg. Trying to use this point to restore the appearance of the entire iceberg is simply a fool's errand." ”
But Ouyang Ming vaguely felt that the murals in the tower, this map, and the forest of death were all closely related to the catastrophe that occurred once in ten thousand years. Moreover, after seeing the map, the sense of calling in their hearts mysteriously disappeared.