The cold wind whimpers...
Everyone who survived this disaster exchanged looks.
At the same time, his body bent down, cupped his fists and bowed: "Thank you, senior, for saving my life." The voices were uniform and consistent, containing spiritual power. They were like thunder from the sky, exploding with a bang, rolling up an invisible storm and sweeping in all directions. Going, all the faint gray clouds in the sky were washed away. There was worship in every eye and awe in the heart.
"It doesn't have to be like this, it's just a little effort." Ouyang Ming waved his sleeves gently.
"Senior, how can one's wealth and life be a matter of little effort? We know that our cultivation is too low to be of much help to our seniors, but we must repay our kindness. In the future, seniors only need to say one word, and we are willing to do our best for our seniors." Ling Ling A high-ranking man holding a giant ax looked up to the sky and roared. His face is sincere and his words are crisp.
"Well, I'm willing to do my best for my senior!"
The sound roared again and swept away.
For these surviving monks, they had fallen into a bottomless abyss and were extremely desperate. Maybe he will be swallowed by poisonous insects in the next second and die miserably. But Ouyang Ming pulled them back forcefully. This feeling of despairing and seeing the light again is so precious. Therefore, their gratitude to Ouyang Ming is sincere and not false at all.
Listening to this exciting voice, Ouyang Ming had a strange expression on his face and thought to himself, how could he... become a senior
The movements of his hands were not slow, he raised his palms above his head, and the whole place suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of the wind whimpering.
He organized his words in his mind, looked confident, and smiled heartily: "Thank you all fellow Taoists for your support. If such a day comes, I will definitely ask you for help."
As soon as this voice sounded, the surviving monks had a different look in their eyes.
And at this time, the spiritual spring deep in the Black Mist Mountain erupted, with a brilliant glow and an extremely powerful aura.
However, at this moment, no one rushed forward, but all looked at Ouyang Ming.
Ouyang Ming waved his hand and said with an exaggerated expression: "Let's go and grab the treasure. I have caused such a big disaster. I have to compensate myself no matter what."
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter on the terrace, and the colorful escaping light tore the sky of Black Mist Mountain into pieces.
Yan Xinyue glanced at Ouyang Ming, took half a step forward, bit her lower lip gently, and her throat moved slightly. But before she could speak, Yan Yanshuo suppressed her with his momentum, making her unable to move.
The black mist in the Black Mist Mountain has dispersed, revealing a large trench hundreds of feet deep, with countless dead bones piled inside. But where the whirlpool was before, there was not even a trace left.
Ouyang Ming pondered for a while and asked softly: "Senior He, what do you think this disaster is about?"
He Jian lifted the sword box, the fierce look in his eyes flashed away, and he revealed his guess: "I once saw a kind of alien race in an ancient book, which can turn into vines, poisonous insects... and It's a very similar situation today."
"Another alien race!" Ouyang Ming looked stern and his voice was extremely cold.
"Yes, there are all kinds of strange aliens in this ruins, hiding in unknown areas. No one knows how many there are." He Jian sighed quietly, his voice slightly vicissitudes of life.
"Let's go quickly, let's get there first!" Ouyang Ming shook his head and suppressed the thoughts in his mind.
He Jian didn't refute, he stepped on the half-broken terrace with his toes, borrowed a little strength, and galloped away into the distance.
Seeing that Ouyang Ming had left, Yan Yanshuo dissipated his aura. Yan Xinyue opened her teeth slightly and asked viciously: "Brother, why did you stop me?"
Yan Yanshuo's eyes were a little deeper, his voice was slightly bitter, and he said: "I watched you grow up, and I understand what you are thinking with every expression and look in your eyes."
Turning his eyes, he continued: "I know you like him, yes, who doesn't like this kind of proud man? But you are not from the same world, forget it. This kind of feeling is like a bite Just put the spiritual fruit in the spiritual energy and it will rot. How can there be so much beauty in this world? What good will happen to Xiaoyu falling in love with the sky? Moreover, look at the end, this person's style of doing things is also flawless and comprehensive. ." He paused and looked at Ouyang Ming's retreating figure.
After a moment, he continued: "The distance between you and him is too far, farther than the entire sky."
The voice was very soft, but every word, every word, was like a sharp needlepoint piercing deeply into Yan Xinyue's heart.
"I know, I know, but why did you say it?" She looked a little concerned, and her voice was even more hysterical.
Yan Xinyue has been extremely arrogant since she was a child. Coupled with her superior family background and exposure to rich things, her vision is naturally extraordinary.
The monks of her generation could not catch her eye at all, besides, the previous scene outside the terrace.
It was as if a movie had been playing in her mind, and there was still a hint of sweetness in her heart. There were even some vague fantasies in her heart that she couldn't even detect. But after just a few breaths, she was ruthlessly broken. How could she accept it
Yan Yanshuo also felt that he was too cold and heartless, but someone had to say these words, and they had to say them clearly.
Emotions are something that once you have illusions in your heart, you will get stuck deeper and deeper, unable to extricate yourself.
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Ouyang Ming didn't know this, so he and He Jian jumped directly across the spring without stopping.
After all, Xiao Mingzi's vision has become very sophisticated now, and ordinary treasures really can't catch his eye.
After galloping north for three days, the sky became darker and darker, and countless storms condensed on the earth. Just the outer aftermath could make the souls of the first-level spirits disappear.
Ouyang Ming smacked his lips and joked: "Senior He, if a spiritual person below the middle level of spirit is exposed to this kind of storm, he will die if he encounters it. It's hard to imagine that you managed to get through it with your junior level spirit person's cultivation."
He Jianzou raised his lips and showed a hearty smile. All the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together. He nodded heavily: "Yes, looking back now, I'm still a little scared."
Half of his shoe sank into the yellow sand, and he lifted the shoulder strap with his old fingers and pondered for a while.
The voice became solemn: "Brother Yu, we have to be more careful. I remember that there is a kind of black iron beast around here. It has a very strong body and is difficult to hurt with a sword."
After hearing these words, Ouyang Ming's face turned slightly solemn. The space bag flashed with light, and when it fell, the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter was already in his hand.
The two people with the lowest cultivation level are both high-level spiritual beings, and their speed can be described as lightning fast.
Suddenly, a "crunching" sound came from nowhere, like countless people grinding their teeth in their sleep.
The sound grew louder and louder, coming from all directions.
"Creak, creak..."
Looking around, the surroundings were extremely empty, but this sound seemed to come out of thin air, making people's scalp numb.
He Jian's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Yu, be careful, they are coming."
Ouyang Ming nodded lightly, and after a while, he saw a three-foot-tall ferocious beast with a pair of horns on its head and a body covered with dark scales rushing out of the yellow sand. They kept vibrating the throat, making squeaking and grinding sounds. But the most shocking thing is that its eyes have no aura, only bloodthirsty.
"Senior He, is this a ferocious beast?" He felt the breath of life from this ferocious beast, but he did not feel the aura.
"Well, within the Great Ruins, there are three major forces." He Jian stretched out three fingers and shook them.
Ouyang Ming rubbed his chin and listened quietly, knowing in his heart that there must be more to come.
Sure enough, as soon as this thought came up, He Jian continued: "The first is the human race that has obtained the power of the dragon and phoenix bloodline, headed by the Sanlong and Sanfeng families; the second is the alien race, led by Jiaolong, Qiongqi, and Xuepeng. The first is; and the last one is the ferocious beast lineage. Although they obtained the dragon and phoenix bloodline, they failed to mutate. "
"Failed?" Ouyang Ming's voice became much louder.
"Yes, they failed, so they lost all their intelligence and only cared about killing. Even so, each ferocious beast also obtained the magical powers that humans dream of, such as breathing fire, spitting ice... They can all do their own thing. Extreme.”
With that said, He Jian pointed at the Black Iron Beast in front of him.
"You see, although their physical fitness, strength... are quite satisfactory in all aspects, their physical strength alone has reached the pinnacle among ferocious beasts. Even for me, it is not easy for me to break through the defenses." He said. After finishing, his face also showed a look of emotion.
Ouyang Ming nodded and asked in a low voice: "Then what should we do?"
A flash of sword light flashed in He Jian's eyes, and he whispered: "Blow them away and make a way out."
He used "blow away" instead of killing, so you can imagine how powerful this black iron beast's body is.
Listening to these words, Ouyang Ming for some reason thought of the mutated ferocious beasts in the Forest of Death. Is there any connection between the two? He raised his eyebrows and thought to himself.
He suppressed this thought and murmured softly: "Is the physical body tyrannical? I would like to see it."
Before he finished speaking, he clenched the Blood Spear Dragon Tu with all his strength. Suddenly, the spear seemed to have become a part of his body, and countless runes began to beat.
A roar of unruly marksmanship swept across the air. Ouyang Ming squeezed the spear in his hand and communicated with his dantian. His Qi was as smooth as one. His body overlapped with the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter. They flashed together and launched with a single shot.
This shot has reached a very high level of mastery of every detail.
Even an average peak spiritual person would find it difficult to do this.
The dark iron beast's eyes were full of bloodthirsty, mist was sprayed from its nose, and the scales on its skin shone with a faint light, connecting into one piece, looking extremely hard and filled with cold light. The bloody mouth opened, revealing a pair of sharp white teeth. He kicked the ground with his back foot, and a big pit suddenly appeared in the yellow sand on the ground, like a hill, crashing towards Ouyang Ming. This is the Black Iron Beast's attack method. It uses its physical strength to defeat the magic weapon, and then looks for opportunities to counterattack.