Chapter 1008: Seven Star Altar

The flames burned blazingly without emitting any light, and the black light was deep and extremely deep.

Surrounding Ouyang Ming ten feet away, they kept spinning and spitting out flames. From a distance, Ouyang Ming looked like a vortex of flames that kept moving.

The sword-buying statue saw the most incredible thing. The sword box on his back fell to the ground, and in the box was God Tu, the sword guarding the peak of Absolute Sword Peak. Normally, such a thing would never happen.

Because the belief of sword cultivators is the sword, and the sword is like their soul. The sword can be broken or broken, but no matter what, it is impossible to be contaminated with dust. The same is true for He Jian, when did the sword box on his back touch the ground?

It is because of the unyielding intention in the sword cultivator's heart that his attacking power is unparalleled in the world, and everything is unstoppable.

Also because of this reason, He Jian will fight An Jingyun one day. There were originally six swords in his box, but after he failed to challenge An Jingyun, three were taken away. For sword cultivators, this kind of humiliation was unimaginable. This battle is unavoidable and has nothing to do with anything else, it is all about persistence and belief.

But at this time, the sword box that buried the sword fell to the ground because of seeing this scene. It is conceivable how shocked he was.

After being stunned for two breaths, he finally came to his senses, feeling extremely bitter in his heart, he thought he had already thought highly of Ouyang Ming.

But at this moment, he realized that he was wrong, and it was very wrong. Ouyang Ming was stronger than he expected, and much, much stronger. After exhaling a breath of turbid air forcefully, he thought to himself, this kind of character should be very famous in Zhangzhou, why has he never heard of it?

Suddenly, Ouyang Ming stopped walking, his body was surrounded by flames, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his voice was flat: "Here, this is useless to me, I'll give it to you."

While speaking, he waved his sleeve lightly, and the barren order was pulled by an invisible force, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards the funeral sword.

Zun Jian's face was complicated, and he grabbed the air with his palm. When it fell, the Desolation Order was already in his palm.

Ouyang Ming chuckled, without speaking, mobilized the Phoenix Fire in his body to the extreme, and said domineeringly: "Ning!"

As soon as the words fell, the black flame condensed in vain, forming a one-foot-wide arc channel, spreading to the depths, and this flame blocked all the resistance from the squeeze. Ouyang Ming took one step at a time, one step at a distance of ten feet, like walking on flat ground. This deadly place, which made the peak spirits turn pale, was actually regarded by him as his own back garden, where he could come and go freely.

He Jian looked at his back and thought in his heart, he is worthy of being the proud son of heaven, how can this kind of person be the generation of Penghao?

Zun Jian's expression was also extremely complicated, the firmness in his eyes became more and more intense, and he thought to himself, I am also a person at the first level of Daozi, how can I be weaker than him? The depression in my heart seemed to be washed away by these words.

Looking at the rapidly going back figure, fighting spirit surged in his eyes.

The road was lonely, Ou Yangming walked for an unknown how long, the last ray of light in the flames dissipated, it was so pitch black that he couldn't see his fingers, only the sound of howling wind. The wind wasn't too strong, but it still rolled up some sand and gravel on the ground and hit his clothes. This kind of place, even if you have the blood of returning to your ancestors, and your cultivation base reaches the level of the Venerable, you can't reach it.

At this moment, a white spot of light suddenly appeared in Ouyang Ming's perception

He bowed down immediately,

The speed on his feet suddenly increased, and a cyclone was set off around him, and he rushed away.

As it got closer, Ouyang Ming's eyes were stabbed, and he closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened his eyes again, he had passed through the light spot and landed under a seven-star altar. And the force that wanted to push him out had disappeared, Ou Yangming looked around.

This altar is made of ordinary stones, with blood on it, and the atmosphere is extremely vicissitudes of life, it seems to have existed for tens of thousands of years. On the altar, there are countless heads piled up in a weird pattern, looking at the sky at the same time.

In the middle of the altar, there stands an evening drum, only three or four feet high, mottled in color, and covered with blood stains. I don't know why, seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming felt a sense of desolation in his heart, like a hero's twilight.

And under the altar, there is a stone tablet with densely written words on it, all of which are names of people. The handwriting is round and coherent, but if you look at it a few more times, you will feel a sense of evil in your heart, which seems to be able to suck people's mind into it. Greed, hatred, ignorance, desire for love and evil, separation from hatred, desire for fame and fortune, and all kinds of desires emerge.

Ouyang Ming glanced away, pondered for a while, and walked over slowly. Fingers brushed across the stone tablet, and the dense writing on the stone tablet seemed to be wiped clean by an invisible big hand, and all kinds of indescribable chills invaded Ouyang Ming's heart. Remnants, severed arms, and bloody heads all appeared in front of my eyes one by one. Then, the name on the stele reappeared, turned into a faint light, burned up, and approached Ouyang Ming.

Startled in his heart, he took half a step back, but his face remained unchanged, and a finger wind popped out from his fingers, blasting the gloomy light into pieces.

"It's so weird!" Ouyang Ming turned his eyes, with a faint smile on his face.

Only then did he discover that there was an unreachable small hole under the stele where the yellow sand was about to be buried.

Inside is like a burning flame, with a few petty characters written on it, and everything can be known by beating the evening drum.

Ouyang Ming looked at the seven-star altar and thought to himself, what is going on? This is unreasonable, the core of this barren desert is just such a dilapidated altar? What about good fortune, what about spiritual objects, what about the mysteries of the Great Ruins? What about the dragon and phoenix bones? This burning flame and majestic resistance are just to protect this altar?

Immediately, he remembered the small characters in the small hole under the stele, and his eyes lit up in vain.

I secretly thought in my heart, knocking on the evening drum, everything can be known? I want to see what kind of secrets are hidden here.

With a slight lift of the foot, stepping on the bluestone steps, he walked up to the altar, leaving a series of footprints.

Ouyang Ming didn't notice that these footprints left on the stone steps and altars seemed to have been wiped away by a pair of black hands.

The drum is vicissitudes of life, the drum surface is yellow and covered with gray layer, and it is rolled up at the edge.

Ouyang Ming exhaled, and said softly: "I don't know what is so mysterious about this Mugu? I want to see it..."

No more hesitation, Ouyang Ming's muscles bulged, and the spiritual power in his dantian was surging, converging on his right fist. The fist was surrounded by a gloomy light, and it blasted on the evening drum like a mountain peak. The surface of the mu drum vibrated slightly, and the blasting force merged with an invisible ripple, which turned into a counter-shock force and acted on Ouyang Ming's body, causing him to pause slightly.

"Huh...that's really strange!" Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, mobilized the spiritual energy in his dantian, increased his strength, and blasted out suddenly.

"Om..." Mu's face fluctuated up and down, trembling back and forth, and this invisible ripple turned into a real shock. Ouyang Ming felt as if he was being slapped by Baizhang Jingtao, making him take a big step back. At the same time, a vicissitudes of life roared in his mind.

"You can't bear this cause and effect. Mu Gu, you can't beat it, and you can't beat it! Your cultivation base is too low, let's go!"

The voice came from nowhere, like thunder, it exploded in Ouyang Ming's mind.

Ou Yangming expelled this thought, took out the blood gun Longtu, and blasted forward again.

At this moment, traces of red mist floated above the altar, like strands of silk.

The red mist rolled quickly, as if it was condensed by an invisible force, and a voice came out: "Back! Don't knock! You can't knock, you can't knock, back, back quickly..." The voice The waves rolled and became bigger and bigger, becoming the only sound in Ouyang Ming's ears, occupying his mind.

However, Ouyang Ming's eyes were slightly red, the fire of the phoenix was burning, and the blood in his veins was boiling.

He didn't care about the consumption of spiritual energy at all, he punched Mu Gu again, and the huge anti-vibration force hit him again, directly making his throat feel sweet. But he didn't care about it, acting like a madman, this evening drum, today, he will beat it no matter what!

Once, twice, three times...

Ouyang Ming's spiritual energy was consumed faster and faster, but he laughed wildly.

At this time, if anyone is by his side, they will be surprised to find that Ouyang Ming's face is crazy, and he keeps shooting in the air, hitting the empty space, getting farther and farther away from Mugu, and countless red phantoms surround him. He moved towards the strange pattern made of heads.

"I can't knock, why can't I knock?" He muttered to himself with a bitter face, and suddenly there was a stabbing pain in his head, and the fire of the phoenix brightened instantly.

He paused, raised the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes, and thought to himself, what's going on, why did Tianfeng's fire suddenly warn? Every time I encounter this kind of situation, I will encounter a huge crisis. It is the same when killing Dong Ruyu in front of the venerable, and it is also the same when being chased and killed by the centrifugal force. crisis? He frowned, and his eyes were full of confusion.

He glanced around, the sky, the evening drum, the head, the stone tablet...

Faintly, a flash of spiritual light flashed in his mind, but it disappeared after only a moment.

What's wrong? What is wrong? He kept torturing himself, and the scene in front of him seemed so real that it was hard to get rid of.

Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank, he guarded the Lingtai, and stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

In his mind, memories turned like pages of a book. Everything was meticulously detailed. From the time he met Ji Haoran, he began to analyze and think about it bit by bit in the spiritual world.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

In vain, the red mist above the seven-star altar rolled rapidly, and suddenly condensed, turning into a black head, and a voice that seemed to be a demon was not a demon, and a demon was not a demon: "Quick back! You can't beat the evening drum! Quickly rewind...quickly rewind!" The voice was extremely eager, like a madman.

"Get out! Get out!" Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed fiercely, and the black rune on the blood gun Long Tu jumped up in vain. He clenched his five fingers tightly, and his spiritual power was transported to the handle of the gun, and he rushed forward . ...

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