The sun was shining brightly, there were no clouds in the sky, and there was a gentle breeze.
He Jian's eyes were bright and his body was majestic. Obviously, after completing the foundation, the benefits were unimaginable, and he finally had the capital to attack the Venerable.
Ouyang Ming gently cupped his hands and left the small courtyard without haste, walking towards the courtyard where Xiaoman was. Jiang Qingcheng followed him with a smile, her fair fingers caressing the porcelain bottle, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. The bottle contained the Body Tempering Pill.
The room is decorated very warmly, and Xiaoman is refining his spiritual energy and moving the Great Zhoutian.
He is such a person who is very dedicated to cultivation and extremely persistent.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming's eyes also showed a look of relief. His thoughts moved slightly, and the golden spiritual power surged out like a tide. He whispered softly: "Relax your mind and hold Yuan Shouyi!"
Xiaoman was gifted and had excellent understanding. He didn't hesitate at all. As soon as his thoughts were gone, he held Yuan Shouyi in his arms.
Suddenly, Xiaoman's meridians, bones, flesh and blood all appeared in Ouyang Ming's perception, and he was full of vitality. In a few days, he would be as strong as an ox.
After careful investigation, he took back his spiritual power and said softly: "Tomorrow, I will start carving wood carvings and use wood carvings to carve my heart. It is not impossible to have anger in your heart, but you cannot let the anger control your mind and become a person who only knows desire. A killing machine."
"Xiao Man understands!" He said, bowing gently.
Jiang Qingcheng walked up handsomely, took out a crisp cucumber from her sleeve, smiled brightly and said, "Here, here it is for you to eat."
Xiaoman was slightly startled, then continued with his right hand, and took a deep look at Jiang Qingcheng.
Ouyang Ming looked at this picture, laughed, and walked back to his small courtyard with a slight step.
At night, when the breeze came slowly, he jumped up to the roof of the house and looked into the distance. I saw countless mist rolling in the sky, sweeping away with majestic momentum. Suddenly, as if being pulled by a mysterious force, it condensed towards the center and turned into a huge and deep vortex, bursting out with a strong suction force and raging in all directions.
At this moment, the ten statues of gods in the sky flashed with light, intertwined with each other and formed a network, turning into a huge light curtain to block the storm.
"This world is really dangerous." Ouyang Ming sighed.
"The world is a melting pot. Where is it not dangerous? It's just that the people in the Great Ruins bear more." The voice was soft and had a touch of charm. The words came from the small courtyard. As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yingrong swung her sleeves, tapped her jade feet lightly on the ground, jumped up, and landed next to Ouyang Ming.
"Why are Sister Jiang here?" Ouyang Ming glanced at Jiang Yingrong and asked softly.
"I'm here to announce the good news to Brother Yu." Jiang Yingrong looked forward with beautiful eyes, and two dimples were exposed at the corners of her mouth, making her look even more attractive.
Ouyang Ming became interested, twisted around, and asked softly: "I wonder where the joy comes from?"
Jiang Yingrong flipped her wrist and when it fell, a black token appeared in her hand. She didn't know what kind of material it was made of. Engraved on it is the word "Huang", as if it were made by nature, as if it was not carved by monks, but inscribed by heaven and earth. Just by looking at it, even the spiritual energy in the body is a bit hot, which is obviously not extraordinary.
Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed and he asked doubtfully: "Sister Jiang, I wonder what this is?"
The smile on Jiang Yingrong's face did not diminish and she whispered: "This is the Desolation Order."
"Desolation Order?" Ouyang Ming's pupils shrank inwardly. When he heard the name, he thought of the desolate desert.
"Well, it's the Desolation Order. As long as you hold this order, you can enter the desolate desert." Her eyes were half-smiling, with inexplicable meaning.
Ouyang Ming's eyebrows knitted together, and the confusion on his face became even worse: "Isn't the barren desert a dead place? Why..."
He didn't finish speaking, but Jiang Yingrong understood what he meant and explained: "If there is no desolation order, it is a place of death, but if it is, it is a place of creation. You can go further in. The further you go, the more blessings you will get. . Such as the blood coffin, the body of the strong, the panacea... There was once a human who got an ancient magic weapon, and another got the bones of a dragon and a phoenix. What's even more strange is that this kind of token was not refined by manpower. It flew out of the depths of the barren desert and was nurtured by nature, cherishing every piece of it.”
When this voice echoed in Ouyang Ming's ears, even with his character, he was a little shocked.
After pondering for a long time, he then asked: "What is there in the depths of the barren desert?"
Jiang Yingrong did not answer hastily, but said: "Generally speaking, the stronger the power of the bloodline, the further inward it goes. But so far, even the venerable ones, who have atavistic bloodline, have not gone to the deepest point. No one knows what is hidden inside, this is one of the biggest secrets in the ruins." When she said this, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Ouyang Ming glanced at Jiang Yingrong deeply, took the black token, and said thoughtfully: "When should we go?"
Jiang Yingrong smiled sweetly and said: "Three days later, there will be four people in total, you, me, Elder He, and a Jiang family genius."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body flashed and turned into a rainbow, rising into the sky.
Looking at her retreating back, Ouyang Ming chuckled: "The Jiang family is really willing to spend a lot of money to send all these things." Of course, he would not let the Jiang family suffer.
Looking to the horizon, the deep whirlpool had dispersed, and with a single step, he jumped from the roof.
After entering the house, he began to practice the Thought Only Art. Suddenly, lines of golden fonts immediately appeared in Ouyang Ming's mind.
"One thought of the stars shattering, one thought of the rivers and seas drying up, all things in the world, whether they are alive or prosperous, dead or destroyed, are all in my mind." Ouyang Ming saw this line of font again, and a domineering meaning to dominate all things came from him. It emerges from the body that this is nourishing domineering energy with kingly energy.
Feeling the changes in himself, Ouyang Ming exhaled a breath of turbid air, thinking secretly in his heart that the method of nourishing qi with qi is indeed unparalleled.
As soon as the thought occurred, he fell into it, gathered his energy and breathed it out, and began to practice the first general chapter of the mind-only art, the voice of gods and demons. He sat cross-legged, his middle finger and thumb interlaced, forming a strange and ghostly handprint.
In an instant, voices echoed in the room.
Just like the roar of countless gods and demons, the voice is so cold that it shakes the space.
If that was all, there were still shadows of gods and demons emerging. The shadows were stained with blood, as if they had stepped out of hell. The surrounding space was shaking, and there was actually a kind of candle placed on the burning flames. Roasted, almost melting.
I am afraid that even the Venerable would be extremely shocked when he saw this scene.
This is the ultimate level of the Voice of Gods and Demons, turning the imaginary into reality. After practicing to this point, Ouyang Ming has an extremely terrifying trump card.
Of course, being able to cultivate to this level so quickly is also closely related to the spiritual world of the Phoenix Clan. The Dragon and Phoenix Clan are world enemies. Who would have thought that a person with the spiritual world of the Phoenix Clan would actually practice the Dragon Clan's secret method
Moreover, this secret method is based on spiritual power. The stronger the spiritual power, the greater the power.
No one can imagine the brilliance this secret technique can bring out in Ouyang Ming's hands.
Ouyang Ming opened his eyes, and the shadows of two black dragons were reflected in his eyes. He exhaled gently, and the shadows in front of him slowly dissipated.
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The next day, the morning sun just peeked out from the mountains, and the golden sunshine filled the earth.
He Jian carried the sword box on his back and walked slowly up and down the sandalwood path.
A purple light spot became brighter and brighter in Ouyang Ming's spiritual world. Ouyang Ming slowly retreated from the silence, opened his eyes, flashed his figure, took the initiative to greet him, and said with a smile: "Old He, don't you "Stabilize your realm, why are you here?"
He Jian dug around in his pocket for a while, took out a black token, and waved it in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes. It was the Desolation Order.
Grinning, he said: "The old man has been carving wood carvings for so many years, and his spiritual power has been polished to the extreme. Wherever he needs to stabilize his realm, it is like a wooden bucket. The water is already overflowing. If you add more water, it will overflow. As long as you add more water, it will overflow." Only by breaking the shackles can he hold more water." As he said this, he pointed at his Dantian. The meaning was obvious. Only when his Dantian turned into a lake and his spirit became a god could he truly improve.
Ouyang Ming tapped his sword box with his finger and sighed: "This kind of thing cannot be rushed. The stronger the desire for gain and loss, the more it will drift away. The only way is to be content with one's heart and take things step by step. The best way to break through.”
He Jian nodded and said, "That's right!"
Ouyang Ming didn't respond. He glanced back and said softly: "Come on, come in and sit down. I still have a few bottles of good wine hidden in my space bag."
He Jian nodded lightly, walked into the room, and sat there similarly, without drinking any wine.
He got straight to the point and said, "How much does Brother Yu know about the desolate desert?"
"Well, Sister Jiang has already told me everything that needs to be said." Ouyang Ming replied softly.
He Jian did not speak, but took out a piece of rice paper from his arms, which was covered with dense handwriting. His voice was low: "The barren desert is on the edge of the Blood Dragon family's sphere of influence, covering an area of thousands of miles. Starting from the Jiang family, even the Ling It will take five days to reach the peak of spirituality." In his heart, he had already treated Ouyang Ming as a cultivator of peak spirituality.
There was no gap in the voice, and he continued: "Every ten years, the Desolate Desert will eject hundreds of Desolation Tokens from its core, and the locations where they fall are all random. The reason is unknown so far. Nearly nine people have been tried by the outside world. Cheng will go here to seek fortune, but without the desolation order, more than 80% of the trialists will die in the desolate desert, the higher the temperature, the greater the probability of death. "
A look of surprise appeared on Ouyang Ming's face, and he said with a smile: "As expected of Lao He, he always does things safely."
He Jian's throat moved slightly, he stroked his beard with his palm, and said with a smile: "I have seen a lot over the years, so I think a little more."
Ouyang Ming smiled and said nothing, sighing secretly in his heart. It turned out that there were so many secrets in the desolate desert. He was indeed careless. He had to be careful when doing things in the future.
What happened this time, He Jian, sounded the alarm for him, and the scattered emotions in his thoughts disappeared instantly.
He once again thought of the dangers in the ruins, and his eyes were full of vigilance.