The sky was dim, and there was a faint black mist surging, with a touch of blood.
The earth is desolate, full of crumbling gravel and dead branches, which turn into rubble at the slightest touch.
The gray sunset slowly set, hiding behind the mountains, and a slightly cold ray of sunlight also disappeared. The world became silent, and darkness flooded in, swallowing up everything along the way.
It’s early spring, which should be the most vibrant season of the year. But the ruins were lifeless. Everything seemed to be stained with gray, even the sunlight was no exception. It was like a completely forgotten world.
The setting sun was getting lower and lower, and the last ray of light passed over Ouyang Ming.
He looked up at the sky, and saw a storm suddenly spinning, erupting with an unspeakable suction force, tearing everything around, including gravel, gravel, dead branches... The storm turned faster and faster, raging into the distance. .
"It's worthy of the name of the Great Ruins. It's really dangerous." Ouyang Ming chuckled, enjoying the pain.
But at this moment, the direction of the storm changed in vain.
He rushed toward where Ouyang Ming was standing, everything he passed was wiped out, and the earth was dragged out by the storm with a clear crack of more than ten feet wide.
"Hmph..." He snorted coldly.
His reaction was not slow at all, his figure flashed like an arc of lightning, piercing the sky.
But this storm was faster and came directly over.
"Vajra body protection!" He didn't have time to take out the staff, quickly made a seal with both hands, and pushed it forward. A yellow light enveloped him. The light was like a yellowed ancient scroll, very soft, but with strong defensive power. .
Suddenly, the storm only dispersed some of the yellow light, and after running over Ouyang Ming, it blew directly into the distance.
Ouyang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, took out the old sheepskin map, and looked at it carefully. However, after searching for a long time, he couldn't find even a clue. The ruins were so huge that they could be described as vast.
"Creak, creak!" This voice came from nowhere, and it felt like it was about to shatter your soul.
"Food, delicious... food..." The sound was like an evil ghost crying at the grave, making the hairs on Ouyang Ming's body stand up. Then, a blood-stained corpse rushed out of the darkness. His body was covered with rotten flesh. The clothes are in tatters, blood is dripping, the eyes are cloudy, the fangs are very sharp, like two daggers hanging upside down, the five fingers are blood red, and there is death on the nails.
The speed reached the extreme, he gathered his fingers and aimed at Ouyang Ming's chest.
"Dead person?" When Ouyang Ming saw the corpse, the tension in his heart calmed down. He pondered for a while, then stepped back and took out the Fiery Han Cicada.
The staff in his hand pointed forward, and black light surged from it.
He shouted softly: "Stone Cone Technique!"
As the words echoed, countless rocks flew through the air from all directions, densely packed, and rushed towards the corpse.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces... countless pieces, this cold bone corpse, which is extremely fierce in the ruins, is surrounded by stone cones.
It screamed sharply, its eyes were fierce, its five fingers were like knives, and it turned the stone cones into powder, but there were too many stone cones. The corpse gradually became unable to support itself. It was surrounded by stone cones and turned into a huge ball, quietly Stand on the ground.
As Ouyang Ming thought, golden spiritual power surged out.
Peering into the head of this corpse, after all, he had just entered the Great Ruins, and all he needed to do now was to have the most comprehensive and detailed understanding of this place.
To Ouyang Ming's surprise, the mental power penetrated deep into the corpse's mind without any hindrance. What surprised him was that there wasn't even any useful information at all. It was a blur, and all his memories were buried in the drifting mist.
He rubbed his chin and pondered for a long time. He tightened his fingers and squeezed hard. The ball made of stone cones kept collapsing toward the center. The body was completely crushed into powder by the stones.
Ouyang Ming took steps and walked forward slowly.
Not long after, a rustling sound came from the darkness.
Immediately, an arrow's feathers flashed with cold light, right between Ouyang Ming's eyebrows. The arrow's feathers kept spinning, carrying the power of wind and thunder, stirring up the spiritual energy, and came out.
"Hmph!" Ouyang Ming snorted coldly and raised his hand to grab it.
When it fell, the arrow's feathers had been broken into two pieces, and he rushed after it.
I saw a child of about seven years old running fast without wearing shoes. The muscles on his body were like a horned dragon. He looked extremely strong. The most terrifying thing was that his eyes did not have the innocence that should be expected at this age and looked extremely cold. , actually still stained with a bit of blood.
Ouyang Ming said softly "Hey" and grabbed him, making him unable to move.
With a cold voice, he asked: "Who are you?"
"You don't have to worry about it!" The boy said every word, and a frightening and fierce energy burst out from him.
"Hmph, you're so tough!" Ouyang Ming's hand tightened, and the child's body was pushed lower and lower, and the short knife hidden in his sleeve slipped out.
"Death, die!" The child kept struggling, the blood in his body became hot, and a black line lit up on his body. The strangest thing was that between his eyebrows, a one-inch long stripe was faintly visible.
Ouyang Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he thought to himself, with such strong power, it is a fantasy to enter the realm of the extreme realm at the age of six or seven. If this were in the outside world, wouldn't he be protected like a treasure by the major sects? The most important point is that this is not an ordinary extreme realm. In terms of strength alone, even ordinary spirits are not as strong as this child.
Of course, this kind of power is not even qualified to writhe in Ouyang Ming's hands.
"How strange!" He shook his head, his eyes full of curiosity.
After a quarter of an hour of stalemate, the whole world turned completely dark, and it was impossible to see even one's fingers. The darkness was like a beast that preyed on people, swallowing them up.
"How about I let you go and you tell me who you are?" Ouyang Ming tried to make his voice softer.
The child thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and the fierce look in his eyes flashed away.
But just as Ouyang Ming took his hand away, the boy bent and grabbed the dagger. Ouyang Ming was also a brave man and deliberately slowed down his movements, waiting for him to catch the dagger. But the moment the boy grasped the dagger, he not only did not retreat, but turned back and stabbed Ouyang Ming in the heart, fast and hard, extremely decisive, leaving no room for error.
"Boom..." With a roar, the child was pushed to the ground again by Ouyang Ming, and half of his body was sunk into the soil.
He didn't yell or yell, but his ruthlessness was at its peak.
Ouyang Ming stared at the child with a murderous intention in his heart.
As if sensing his thoughts, the child's body trembled. Although he still acted unruly, his teeth were tight and he refused to beg for mercy.
Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly. He had never killed an innocent person indiscriminately from his journey in the lower world to this day. If the person in front of him was not a child, he would definitely not hold back. However, when I saw the trace of fear and reluctance in the other person's eyes that I was trying so hard to hide, I didn't know why, but my heart softened.
Perhaps, when he saw these eyes, he also thought of his childhood.
Even when he was the most lonely and difficult, he never bowed his head to fate.
Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Ming relaxed his fingers and let them go.
The child was stunned for a moment, glared at him fiercely, and ran away without a trace.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and black mist rolled in the sky. A pair of blood-red pupils glanced down, and an arm about ten feet long suddenly tore open the black mist, fell from the sky, and wiped away the child's position. This power is so strong that it has reached a high level of spiritual being. It can be said that if Ouyang Ming does not take action, this child will definitely die.
The child with bare feet was also suppressed by the powerful momentum and could not move, his eyes were horrified.
"Oh, forget it. Since we met, we are destined. Since we are destined, what's the harm in saving you again?" Ouyang Ming murmured to himself.
The idea was determined, and he showed his speed to the extreme. It was like stepping on two hurricanes under his feet, and he rushed away at an extremely fast speed.
He grabbed the child's body and swept it out.
As soon as the two of them got out of the range of the palm, there was a loud noise, and where the palm fell, a large pit of more than ten feet appeared out of thin air. At the same time, a circle of storm swept away in all directions. Its force was so strong that even if Intermediate spirit beings will be completely wiped out if they touch it, leaving not even a trace of ash.
"Forget it, good guys, let's do it to the end." Ouyang Ming took a breath and raised his hand to completely block the storm.
He didn't notice that the child's expression was extremely complicated, including surprise, guilt, and all kinds of things, but most of all it was disbelief. Yes, it was disbelief. He refused to believe that he had sneak-attacked him twice before. A person actually made such a decision. To him, it was like a thousand-foot-high tide raging in his mind, shattering his inherent thinking.
In his heart, there is only darkness in this world.
But now, his worldview collapsed. He looked up at Ouyang Ming's side face, which was clean and without any stubble.
Ouyang stretched out his figure and moved away in an instant. This speed was so fast that monks below the spiritual peak could not stop him.
And in the mid-air, black clouds rolled, and the scarlet eyes emerged again, roaring in a muffled voice: "You have ruined Master Xuehong's good deeds. Even if you are a peak spiritual person, you will definitely die. What a pure power of blood, What a pity, what a pity..." The huge body turned into a black mist and dispersed in vain.
Ouyang Ming didn't know how long he kept galloping until he was sure there was no danger.
Pushing his right hand outward, a gentle force came out from his palm and placed the child on the ground.
Without speaking, he walked towards the distance.
The land is barren, and the north wind is whining. Although it is not cold, it makes people feel chilly.
The child looked at his back with confusion in his eyes. He took a step forward and then stepped back, hesitating in his heart.
When Ouyang Ming's back gradually disappeared under the horizon, he gritted his teeth and followed him from a distance.
It's daybreak, even in the early morning, the light coming from below the horizon still has a touch of gray, as if the sunlight is filtering through gray liquid, the earth, sky, rocks, grass and trees, everything is dyed with a gray color. A layer of gray halo is so depressing that it makes people palpitate.