The cool breeze came and rolled up Ouyang Ming's sleeves.
He rubbed his chin, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's really strange. The ruins are so big that you can encounter anything."
"Yes, the secrets buried in this cursed world are as endless as the bones it buries." He Jian's face was like old tree bark, squeezed together hard, and his face was full of compassion.
Ouyang Ming didn't answer and stepped onto the terrace in a few short steps. His current aura is no different from that of the natives in the ruins, and no one cares about him at all. Moreover, most of the monks on the terrace were concentrating and holding their breath, refining the spiritual energy in their Dantian.
What's more, in recent years, there have been many outside monks who have entered the Great Ruins. It can even be described as a lot. These natives have long been used to it.
Ouyang Ming glanced around and already had some calculations in his mind. He secretly thought that there were only three high-level spiritual beings here and only dozens of mid-level spiritual beings.
At this moment, a female voice echoed in Ouyang Ming's ears: "Humph, you are overestimating your capabilities. The last time we met my eldest brother and I, we already saved our lives, and yet you dare to come here to fight for fortune!"
Ouyang Ming frowned his eyebrows together slightly and looked over. She was the young woman he met before, but he didn't take it to heart. She was a low-level spiritual person with a heavy aura, nothing more than an ant.
Seeing that Ouyang Ming "dare not" answer, Yan Xinyue's eyes became even more contemptuous. She raised the corner of her mouth and moved her beautiful eyes away to look at the gradually rolling black fog.
Yan Yanshuo and Yan Xinyue stood side by side, with a look of displeasure in their eyes, but they didn't say much.
Suddenly, black mist rolled up like boiling water.
Deep in the Black Mist Mountain, a huge spring loomed, spouting black mist more than ten feet high, rolling up into the sky in circles, and then falling from the sky.
At the same time, ten more terraces measuring tens of feet appeared in the black mist!
One, two, more and more... Finally, there were ten steps composed of terraces, stretching towards the depths of the black mist like curved snakes.
He Jian's eyes lit up and he said: "Brother Yu, step on the terrace, go deep into the black mist, and then jump over the spring, you can leave this black mist mountain!" As he said that, he gently stroked his beard, and his eyes were filled with laughter. But there was a deep look of doubt.
"What's wrong?" Seeing him like this, Ouyang Ming asked in a low voice.
"I don't know, but I always have an unknown feeling." He Jian's face darkened, like a piece of dead tree bark.
Neither of them moved, but just watched quietly!
Countless sounds of piercing the sky resounded, and various escaping lights of different colors rose into the sky.
"Get away!" Yan Yanshuo clapped his palm in the air, and the palm wind was fierce. Because the speed was too fast, it actually made a thunderous sound, which was extremely terrifying.
In vain, a silver arc condensed out of thin air, and like a dragon, it blasted away at the black fog corpses ahead. Wherever it passed, these countless corpses all turned into pieces of flesh and fell into the black fog.
Immediately afterwards, he patted the space bag.
He took out the big bow one foot high, lowered his waist and sat on the horse, and waved the arrow string in his hand.
Ten arrow feathers transformed from spiritual energy condensed out of thin air, drawing ten bloody arcs and shot out.
This is a chain of arrows. Each arrow is faster than the other. With the stacked strength, it becomes heavier and larger. There is no skill, it is just a simple effort to reduce the power of ten.
Yan Xinyue's figure is agile and elegant, full of an indescribable sense of beauty, like a warrior on the tip of a knife, walking among the black fog corpses.
Ouyang Ming turned his gaze back and smiled to himself: "No wonder I look down on you and me. It turns out I have the ability."
"How much more capable can you be than Brother Yu?" His voice was calm and he smiled softly.
Ouyang Ming was speechless, with a helpless smile on his face, not knowing how to answer the question.
After watching for another quarter of an hour, and seeing that nothing had changed, He Jian touched his chin with his finger and said softly: "Brother Yu, I must be too worried. Let's go quickly. If we don't take advantage of this opportunity, we will have to wait for another three months." , you can only get over by stepping on the balcony. After all, this black mist contains a very strong corrosive air. If you touch it, you will die. Moreover, it is extremely weird to be unable to fly with spiritual power in the sky. ”
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step out.
Every step can be seen clearly, but the speed is extremely fast. This feeling of contradiction and unity is dazzling. The more you look at it, the more your mind will be drawn into it.
Although he is only a peak spiritual person, in terms of mental state cultivation alone, ordinary venerables may not be able to compare with him. After all, He Jian has experienced too many ups and downs in his life, and has seen too many ups and downs in human relationships.
Ouyang Ming's speed is not much slower than him, since the last time he realized the Tao at Hui Jianfeng.
There is a faint feeling of floating in the mind, which is the precursor of physical flight.
"Boom..." There was a loud noise, and the Black Mist Mountain suddenly turned into a whirlpool composed of mist.
The dark mist rotated rapidly in one direction, and fine black arcs were generated in the vortex, intertwining into a network.
A strong suction force came from the vortex, stirring the void. If you really want to describe it, it's like a giant with a height of thousands of feet, holding a mountain peak in his hand, constantly stirring the fog in the Black Mist Mountain.
The center of gravity of countless spiritual beings sank, and their feet were rooted on the terrace.
"Ah! I don't want to die, who can save me!" A junior spiritual person with a scar on his face is holding on to the balcony with both hands, half of his body floating in the air, his clothes are rustling, his hair is messy, and his face is full of With a look of horror, he only lasted two breaths before being sucked into the whirlpool.
The moment he came into contact with the black mist, a poisonous insect that was invisible to the naked eye flew out of the black mist.
Follow the pores and seven orifices and penetrate into his body. If this scene were seen by someone with trypophobia, their hair and sweat would stand on end instantly, because there are endless poisonous insects like this.
After just one breath, the monk with the scar on his face screamed loudly, as if he had experienced the most painful thing in the world, his face twisted ferociously.
Bright red vines sprang out from his pores, mouth and tongue, the top of his head, and even from his eyeballs. In an instant, his body was covered with bloody vines, densely packed, but he was still not dead, and was even sober as never before. . He felt countless vines squirming in his body, blood vessels, meridians, and even brain. He could not even self-destruct his dantian. He could only "watch" himself being devoured bit by bit.
Then, flower buds bloomed from the vines.
This flower bud is overflowing with color, exuding brilliance and carrying a faint fragrance.
Suddenly, the flower buds were in full bloom, swaying in the wind, coquettishly beautiful, and the fragrant smell was instantly intense to the extreme.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming felt nervous and a little scared.
He glanced behind him, felt a thump in his heart, and glanced at He Jian.
He Jian looked back with a wry smile on his face.
Finally, the life breath of the monk with the scar on his face completely dissipated.
The enchanting and beautiful flowers on his body quickly shattered and turned into blue halos, dreamlike and merging into the vortex.
All that was left of the monk was a pile of withered bones, a little yellowed, as if he had been dead for decades, and fell directly into the mist.
One, two, three...
More and more junior spiritual cultivators were sucked into the black mist and turned into piles of withered bones.
And because these monks merged into the black fog, the fog became thicker and thicker, and it even felt like it was submerging the terrace.
"This... what the hell is this?" A disciple from an aristocratic family wearing a gray gown looked frightened. His heart was pounding with fear. He glanced behind him and felt his head was buzzing. He immediately screamed: " The rear... Where is the terrace at the rear? " His eyes were full of madness. After all, the weird scene before had scared him to death. That kind of death was truly worse than death.
It was only then that everyone realized that the terrace at the back had disappeared at some point.
In other words, they have no way out.
Panic spread rapidly, and more and more monks were sucked into the vortex by the huge suction force.
Ouyang Ming stabilized his body, with bitterness on his face, and asked: "Senior He, what on earth is going on..."
He Jian closed his eyes, memories rolling in his mind like a tide. After a moment, he raised his head, looked at Ouyang Ming, shook his head and said, "Brother Yu, I have never heard of such a situation! " His voice was calm, but there was a sense of fear in his heart, and he felt like his heart was beating with fear, as if there was something extremely terrifying in the black mist.
Although Ouyang Ming had expected it, when he heard this answer, he was still a little disappointed and kept thinking about ways to break the situation.
On the front terrace, three high-level spiritual beings stood side by side, their eyes extremely gloomy.
"Brother Xu, what should we do?" As he said this, he looked at the tall monk next to him who was holding a big axe.
"Brother Wen, I don't even know! I have come to Black Mist Mountain dozens of times to look for treasures, and this is the first time I have encountered this situation." The man smiled bitterly, and inserted the giant ax into the terrace to resist the waves in the whirlpool. The suction force exerted by him caused his clothes and hair to float in the direction of the vortex, and his heart was already filled with fear.
The vortex spins faster and faster, and the suction force that explodes becomes stronger and stronger, seeming to be able to pull people's souls into it.
"Forget it, sooner or later you will die, why not give it a try!" The high-level spiritual man next to the man roared, with a look of madness in his eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. His body expanded like a balloon, turning into a streak of blood and shooting out. But just as it flew into the air, countless green vines wrapped around it. In an instant, he was surrounded tightly and dragged into the black mist. Not long after, a shrill scream came out from the black mist, and the high-level spiritual person died.
All the monks who saw this scene felt cold air rising from their bone marrow, spreading to every cell in their bodies. I was so frightened in my heart that even my body started to tremble.