The black mist rotated rapidly, and there were bursts of roaring sounds.
Countless electric arcs flashed, sparks arose, and the speed of rotation exploded. The arc was like countless sharp blades cutting into everyone's skin, making it impossible to open their eyes. Even mid-level spiritualists had to use all their strength to resist this powerful suction, walking on thin ice.
The shock of witnessing a high-level spiritual being being sucked into the black mist by green vines is indescribable.
Moreover, less than 10% of the people who were on the huge terrace are now alive. They are all low-level spiritual beings and cannot resist this suction force at all.
Except for Ouyang Ming and a few others, everyone thought desperately in their hearts that this time, I am afraid they have to explain it here.
This kind of death is worse than being shrouded in horse leather, but at least it can earn a reputation, and this? I'm afraid not even a piece of intact flesh and blood will be left.
"Hold on tight, don't let go!"
On the terrace, Yan Yanshuo pulled Yan Xinyue and squeezed her fingers together until they turned purple.
Yan Yanshuo and Yan Xinyue are biological brothers and sisters. They grew up with a golden key in their mouths. The Yan family is located on the edge of the known area of Daxu. It is also considered a first-class family. There are two peak spiritual beings in the family, with a sphere of influence of hundreds of miles. Yan Yanshuo has excellent talent since childhood. Although Yan Xinyue has average talent, The eyes are higher than the top of the head, and the proud head is always raised.
But at this moment, Yan Xinyue lost her previous domineering look, her long eyelashes blinked, her eyes were filled with mist, and she looked pitiful.
"Brother, the spiritual power in my Dantian is exhausted. I'm so tired. I have no strength." Her voice was no longer arrogant and fell into the mortal world.
"You have to hold on no matter what. If you are sucked into it, your life will be worse than death." Yan Yanshuo roared softly. His heart was already filled with fear, but he pretended not to care and comforted Yan Xinyue.
At this moment, the suction force coming from the black mist vortex increased instantly.
Yan Xinyue's head sank, confused, her body went limp in vain, even the last bit of strength was exhausted, her wrist made a crisp "snap" sound, she let go, and was swept away by the suction force.
"No -" Yan Yanshuo's eyes were red, he looked up to the sky and roared, but there was nothing he could do.
The cold wind was sucked into her mouth, and Yan Xinyue woke up, feeling extremely desperate. Cold sweat broke out from his pores, and he thought to himself, is he going to die like this? I don't want to die! I still have a lot of things to do? Moreover, this way of death is so ugly...
Tears flowed out of her eyes, instead of rolling down her cheeks, they were directly sucked into the vortex, turned into a faint wisp of water, and disappeared.
Who can help me? She prayed in her heart and kept praying.
I promise to be a lady in the future, practice well, not be picky about food, and not speak in a domineering tone. There were many thoughts in her mind, and all kinds of strange thoughts came to her mind.
"If anyone saves me now, I will recognize him as a double monk!" She growled in her heart and made a decision.
He Jian's throat moved slightly, he took half a step forward, began to gather his energy, and was about to take action.
Ouyang Ming caught He Jian's subtle movements in his eyes and shook his head: "Forget it, she helped me once, and she didn't have bad intentions." Moreover, he didn't want to leave a cold and heartless feeling in He Jian's heart. Since he also wanted to save his image, he might as well give her a favor.
After all, as long as he becomes the Venerable. For Ouyang Ming, it will be a great help.
He believed in his heart that as long as He Jian broke through the shackles and became a master, ordinary respected people might not be able to stop the old man's sword.
With a certain thought, I took a step forward, touched the terrace with my toes, and jumped lightly.
The figure was like a Kunpeng with its wings spread out, and it swooped away. The spiritual energy in the Dantian exploded, and the meridians instantly flowed, and its own speed exploded even more violently.
The shock brought by this scene was simply unimaginable, and countless uproar broke out.
"Is this... is he crazy? To dare to fly off the terrace with such a strong suction force is to seek death!"
"Yes, the high-level spirit master didn't escape even though he used the blood escape technique before!"
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The faces of these monks were complex and varied, including laughter, sarcasm, worry, joy... all kinds of expressions in the world.
But among them, the one with the most complicated expression was Yan Yanshuo.
"Why is it him?" The voice roared in his head, making his face feel like it was on fire and painful.
Especially when I think about my previous attitude towards him, I feel extremely bitter.
He never imagined that such an ordinary-looking young man could be such a great master. How old is he? The world in my mind seemed to have collapsed.
In the sky, Ouyang Ming pulled away, rolled up the mist, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he simply dispersed all the spiritual energy in his body that resisted the suction. In an instant, his own speed reached
Holding Yan Xinyue's waist as thin as a weak willow supporting the wind, a faint fragrance of virginity reverberated in her nose.
Yan Xinyue's pupils suddenly shrank inward, with a look of disbelief on her face. There were no thoughts in her mind. She was confused and twisted her body subconsciously.
After two breaths, she recovered from the shock and screamed: "This... this... why is it you!" She was already incoherent. One can imagine how shocked she was.
If she didn't know Ouyang Ming, she wouldn't be like this.
The most important thing is that she also laughed at Ouyang Ming twice.
"Don't move!" Ouyang Ming's voice was cold and emotionless. Even with the soft fragrance in his arms, there was still no misunderstanding in his heart.
In his heart, he had no good impression of this unruly and arrogant woman, so he would not speak softly.
Yan Xinyue didn't dare to move anymore. She hugged Ouyang Ming's shoulders tightly with her hands, and her long eyelashes trembled.
The tyrannical devouring power erupted from the whirlpool of black mist, tearing towards Ouyang Ming, seemingly sucking everything in the world into it, while countless green vines twisted towards Ouyang Ming.
Ouyang Ming's body moved uncontrollably towards the black mist whirlpool. He felt the pulling force on his body. He looked at the green vines in the black mist and took two consecutive breaths of cold air. The fire of the Heavenly Phoenix was blazing in his body. Burning, mobilized the spiritual energy in Dantian, condensed it in the palm of his left hand, his face turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice: "Crush it for me!"
Before he finished speaking, he pushed his left hand outward.
A white light flashed in the palm of his hand, and the powerful spiritual energy exploded.
It shatters the vines with a pulling force at the same time, and generates an extremely strong pushback force.
Ouyang Ming's eyes lit up, he stepped on the void, moved his body a few times, and landed on the terrace.
"Isn't this... this too dreamy?" A mid-level spiritual cultivator said in a long voice, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yeah, it's hard to imagine, this person... what kind of cultivation level is this person?" All the monks who saw this scene had this idea in their minds at the same time.
Ouyang Ming seemed to be unaware, and glanced at Yan Yanshuo lightly, saying, "Take care of her." There was no emotion on his face, and his voice was cold, as if they had never interacted with each other.
Yan Yanshuo quickly nodded in agreement, his heart filled with surprise.
Not only was Yan Xinyue not angry, but she secretly thought in her heart, how cool.
Ouyang Ming flashed and came to He Jian's side, his brows knitted together as he thought about how to break the situation.
He Jian's face was gloomy and he said: "Brother Ou, time is urgent. You follow me and I will try to see if I can cut away the black mist and vines behind me with one sword stroke."
As the sound spread, everyone felt happy in their hearts.
At this moment, an urgent thought came from the Poison Pill World. Ouyang Ming was startled at first, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He gently waved his sleeves and said with a chuckle: "Senior He, let me break this whirlpool of black fog!" As he said that, he looked confident, as if he could break the sky, and an indescribable charm emanated from him. It's hard to take your eyes away.
If others said such things, He Jian would definitely sneer at them.
But when Ouyang Ming said it, for some reason, every word was as heavy as a stone, as if it could collapse a mountain.
The important thing is not the words, but the person who said the words.
At this moment, Ouyang Ming was extremely dazzling, as if all the beautiful creatures in the world had gathered together, and even his body seemed to be covered with a faint layer of brilliance.
Yan Xinyue stared blankly at Ouyang Ming's back, thinking of the decision she had made between life and death, her cheeks were slightly crimson, and her eyes were full of autumn water, with inexplicable deep meaning.
Even some monks who were suspicious of Ouyang Ming swallowed back the words in their throats when they saw this scene.
Ouyang Ming didn't understand the complicated emotions of everyone. He moved lightly and mist emitted from his body.
Secretly using mental power to wrap the spirit of the Poison Pill, he quietly released it from the space bag and merged into the black vortex.
His eyes flashed, and he pretended to shout softly: "The fearful power of heaven, the two deities and the four phenomena, are attracted by my thoughts, and the wind rises!" In the wind, he was dressed in white clothes, and as the words came out of his mouth, he stepped on In the void, step out of the terrace.
With a slight wave of his sleeve, the entire Black Mist Mountain was filled with strong winds, and streaks of black mist were torn out like blue smoke.
This scene was like thunder on the ground, making the minds of the monks on the terrace go blank, as if the whole world was shaking.
The two senior spiritual beings on the front terrace looked at each other in unison, and both saw the fear in their eyes. They lowered their voices to the lowest level: "Brother Xu, what happened when I stepped out of the terrace to save someone before?" , can you do it with your cultivation?"
The man holding the giant ax pondered for a while, then immediately shook his head: "Brother Wen, you think too highly of me. If you step out of the terrace, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back, let alone save people."
"Then do you think this person can break this vortex?" the man asked again.
The man holding the giant ax smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Wen, I don't understand astrology, so you are asking the wrong person."
He turned around and looked at Ouyang Ming's slightly thin back.
It was like seeing a majestic and heavy mountain peak, pressing on his heart, making him feel like he was drowning in water and unable to breathe.
Even He Jian had a look of horror in his eyes, secretly guessing in his heart, could it be that Brother Yu really has perfect attributes of the five elements and can transform into wind and thunder? Can one word be the law of the world? With the help of the power of heaven and earth in advance, this is impossible. He is only a high-level spiritual person. How can he achieve this step? How can he reach the realm of the venerable? I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out...
His mind was like a ball of mush.
The two words "Fengqi" were carved on his bones like a sharp carving knife.
After all, the shock brought by the previous scene was too great and could not be erased.