In the valley, fairy mist lingers and streams tinkle.
In the center of the valley, a huge ancient tomb shines brightly. Blossoming clean and white snow lotuses grow around the ancient tomb, with a brilliant glow, flowing like gentle blue waves, like mist, like glass. The moment I saw it, it was like there were countless mysterious avenues swirling in my mind, but after I felt it carefully, this feeling suddenly disappeared, like flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water. At the top of the tomb stands a crystal coffin, which is as thick as a mountain and extremely gorgeous, gathering together the beauty of the entire spiritual world. The lid of the coffin was tightly closed, and the inside was shrouded in mist, like an extremely mysterious starry sky, making it difficult to see clearly.
Behind the coffin, there is a copper coffin, stained with blood, which was preserved from eternity ago.
But the color is still bright red and even steaming.
Suddenly, three rainbows streaked across the horizon, breaking the silence.
"Brother Yu, are you okay?" He Jian's face was confused and worried.
"It's okay! I've exhausted too much mental energy." Ouyang Ming's face was pale, thin and dense beads of sweat appeared in every pore on his forehead, and he smiled weakly.
"Let me block it for a while!" Before he finished speaking, He Jian roared: "The three swords are as green as the phoenix flying!"
Just as the word "Fei" was spoken, the sword box shook and the lid flew. Ziwu, Hanqing, and Xuekui, the three famous swords, simultaneously let out a crisp sword cry and slashed forward. The sword light condensed together and turned into a head. The six-foot-sized phoenix roared proudly and pounced forward. Even when he was not using the Titian sword, he was much more powerful than an ordinary peak spiritual person.
Bone Dragon's eyes were obviously stunned for a moment, and then his gray eyes turned red.
Looking at the phoenix composed of sword light, a surge of hatred emerged from its bones.
This kind of hatred has been engraved into the soul, and it cannot be erased even if the body dries up and the soul dies.
He stopped chasing Ouyang Ming and He Jian and rushed straight towards the shadow of the sword light.
Ouyang Ming glanced at He Jian and said softly: "Take advantage of this opportunity and leave quickly. Although this dragon is dead, its strength is still at the peak of a spiritual person. Even if you and I work together, we won't be able to fight." This sentence may be true or false. Although this bone dragon is powerful, if Ouyang Mingruo uses all his cards, both sides will suffer no matter what. If the strategy is right, there is a 30% certainty that it can be killed.
"Well, its physical body is too strong, and every blow carries earth-shattering power." He Jian nodded in response, feeling his eyelids twitching wildly.
Especially when I saw the big characters on the dragon's horns, I felt extremely scared. What kind of person would be able to carve characters on the dragon's horns
There was only one feeling in his mind, domineering, the ultimate domineering.
Suddenly, a gentle light came into their eyes, and the muffled sound of cicadas seemed to be able to melt away all the desires, greed, hostility, and even the seven emotions and six desires in their hearts, leaving only the purest simplicity and beauty. This is The core area of the valley.
It was at this time that a deafening roar rippled out.
It was the Bone Dragon. The anger in this voice had reached its extreme level. The moment it was heard, there was no doubt that it would choose to self-destruct and annihilate everything.
"Let's go, let's go!" At this moment, Ouyang Ming's heart was on fire, and every hair on his body stood on end.
As the two people quickly approached the tomb, the bone dragon became even more crazy. Black flames burned on its body, and blood seemed to flow from its eyes. That is its holy place and cannot be defiled by anyone.
Every line on the bones lit up, with an aura that could stir up nothingness, arriving in an instant.
Ouyang Ming gritted his teeth and once again stepped into the realm of interaction between heaven and man. He had no joy, no sorrow, no things and no self. He whispered: "Senior He, you go first, I will hold him back, and after a while I will use Blood Escape to chase him away." Come up."
"Be careful!" He Jian took a deep look at him, turned into a sword light, and went away in an instant.
Ouyang Ming took a step forward and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
The space bag lit up in vain. When it fell, his five fingers had already grasped the blood gun Long Tu. He pinched it lightly with his fingers, and the red tassel surged rapidly like blood.
He shouted in a low voice: "Spell amplification!" The light above Dragon Slaughter became even brighter.
"Stone Cone Technique!" Before his voice fell, he shouted coldly again, and a mountain-like aura burst out from him. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a mountain that was overwhelming the ancients. With him as the core, the earth within a few dozen feet trembled, and stone cones rose into the sky one by one. However, he did not choose to attack, but defended with all his strength. One piece, two pieces... a thousand pieces, countless stone cones were stacked together, turning into an insurmountable stone wall, blocking the bone dragon's body.
Moreover, more and more stone cones were stacked together instantly, making the wall thicker and thicker.
"Roar!" The bone dragon's body hovered together, a drop of blood dripping from its eyes, turning half of the sky red.
With a flick of his tail, the space cracked with ripples under this extreme force, which is evident from the strength of this power.
"Boom..." With a roar, the stone wall, which was about tens of feet high, collapsed instantly, and dust filled the world.
It was at this time that a huge head tore open the dust in one fell swoop. Its eyes were black and red, and it bit into the bone dragon.
The moment he saw the head, the bone dragon visibly paused. Its blood-colored eyes turned pale and then turned into light gray. An indescribable panic flashed through it. The head bit its neck, and with a snap, it was broken. Split into two pieces, the huge body fell from the air and fell directly to the ground. After struggling twice, it became completely silent.
This is Ouyang Ming's strategy, using the stone cone technique to lure the enemy, and then bite the head off to deliver a fatal blow.
So far, Ouyang Ming has never seen anything whose head cannot be bitten open or swallowed, but he is still a little suspicious of this skull dragon.
Now that he saw the head biting the bone dragon's neck into pieces, his eyes showed surprise, and he secretly thought that the head was still the most powerful one. He originally expected the head to block the blow, but he didn't expect the head to directly bite the skull dragon to death.
Before this thought had dissipated, a sudden change occurred, and the six characters on the bone dragon's horns suddenly came to life, and the light reflected the sky. Under this light, in just a moment, the broken keel on its neck appeared. He healed quickly, and his eyes showed a gray light again.
"What... what's going on?" Ouyang Ming was startled, waving his sleeves and retracting his head.
There was a flash of blood from his waist, turning into a perfect arc, and he rushed out.
Because the speed was too fast, the air in front of him was compressed sharply and exploded into pieces.
But Ouyang Ming was different. He had already reached the high level of a spiritual being, and he understood the connection between heaven and man. He used Blood Escape again without feeling any discomfort at all.
However, he caught up with He Jian in an instant, and his speed did not slow down, and he rushed directly into the tomb.
He shook his head and looked around. A large tomb came into view. It was all carved with nephrite. It was exquisite and gorgeous and spanned a thousand feet. Looking down from a high place, countless quiet paths spread out in all directions. , with a seemingly non-existent connection, coincides with the yin and yang gossip and the divination of the great road. And at the core of all the intertwined rune lines, there is a coffin carved from a single piece of top-grade spiritual stone, exuding majestic spiritual energy.
As long as you take a breath, an indescribable feeling of comfort will arise from the Dantian.
The most bizarre thing is the font carved on the coffin, which is extremely complex and dazzling.
Every font has the effect of crushing mountains and suppressing it for eternity.
Behind this coffin, stood a copper coffin, only three feet long, with mottled marks and blood stains on it. Even after eternity, it was still extremely scarlet.
Ouyang Ming had never seen this copper coffin, but at this moment, the name of this coffin appeared in his mind - the coffin of the tribulation.
"The calamity!" A series of shrill screams exploded in Ouyang Ming's mind, and countless ferocious faces emerged. This was a kind of unwillingness, a kind of hysterical hatred, and it still remains even after it has existed for tens of thousands of years. Unwilling to dissipate, this hatred will last forever until the world dies.
The Shangjie clan, who practiced with the power of the origin of heaven and earth, was not tolerated by heaven and earth, and suffered nine heavens and ten calamities.
But his clan did not want to dissipate, so they used their bodies to carry the calamity. They gathered the strength of the entire clan and used their essence and blood to transform it into a calamity coffin. The coffin was not destroyed, and the calamity family was immortal.
Just when Ouyang Ming was about to open the coffin, He Jian turned into a sword light and fell down.
And the bone dragon roared, stirred up the wind and clouds, and shuttled through the clouds, with blood in its eyes, but it was still hundreds of feet away from the tomb, and did not dare to cross the thunder pool. This tomb is the place it protects, but it also has restrictions. The restraints and shackles of its proximity.
He Jian glanced around, looked back, and said softly: "Brother Yu, where is this?"
Ouyang Ming shook his head and said: "I don't know, but we must be careful. This is the core area of the valley, and it is definitely not simple."
As he spoke, he stepped on nephrite and walked toward the large and small coffins. Regardless of the consumption of mental energy, he stepped into the mysterious artistic conception of the interaction between heaven and man.
Every time he took a step, he would deduce it in the spiritual world. He had an intuition that if he took one careless step, the entire valley would explode, and this space would be wiped out in the long river of time, leaving no trace.
It took him half an hour to cover the distance of fifty feet, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
This feeling of being in crisis every moment is driving people crazy.
Finally, we were just one step away from reaching the top of the tomb.
He Jian followed him without saying a word, but even the hair on his head stood up, and there was a constant "thumping, thumping" sound in his head, and there was always a voice roaring in his mind, that was, "Quickly" Run, run as far as possible. Even if he is used to strong winds and waves, and his mind has long been calm, he still has the urge to run away.
Because he wants to reshape his own foundation, he wants to jump over the dragon gate and become a venerable person, and he wants to stand on a high place and see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
So he will not retreat, and he will never retreat again...