Chapter One Thousand and Nine: The Sound of the Twilight Drum

On the Seven Stars Altar, the cold wind whimpered.

Ouyang Ming's spiritual power was constantly beating, his aura was as round as one, and the gun's light pierced through the air, seemingly ethereal and ethereal, but hidden sharpness, stabbing at the black head! After Mingwu Daoyi shot, all the spear techniques he used had a touch of Dao rhyme, which could often strike thunder in the silent place and have unexpected effects.

"Boom..." Qiangmang emits seven-colored awns, constantly changing, layer by layer, circle by circle, just like the light changes rapidly according to the colors of red, orange, yellow, and green.

Wherever it passed, a white crack ten feet wide was left. At the same time as the spiritual energy exploded, the air wave reversed and opened, and life was cut off wherever it passed.

The black head just blocked the three breaths of the gun light before it completely collapsed and turned into countless red threads again, floating in the air.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming's face became more and more hideous, and he looked around.

Turning his eyes around, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he thought to himself, what is...wrong? He has already realized that his current state is not right. Stepping into the realm of nuanced and sympathetic relationship between nature and man, the mind should be in absolute calm at all times.

But now, his spiritual world is actually occupied by violence and indifference, which was impossible in the past.

Because stepping into this realm is equivalent to merging into this world, and any subtle changes cannot escape the perception of the mind.

Of course, if Tianfeng Zhihuo hadn't warned in time, Ouyang Ming would not have discovered this. It will even get deeper and deeper, completely addicted to it. Therefore, when he realized his strange state, he kept torturing himself.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his mind, and he subconsciously looked at the black stone tablet under the altar, his eyes naturally showed a dazed look, muddled and lost his aura, like a puppet being manipulated.

But Ouyang Ming was very sober in his heart.

"Sure enough! It really is the cause of this stele!" He muttered to himself.

It turned out that from the time his finger brushed the black stone tablet, he had already fallen into an illusion. Whether it was the name on the stone tablet or the small hole that was buried in the yellow sand and was unreachable, they were all part of the illusion. He beat the evening drum.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ou Yangming melted into the illusion, thinking in his heart, illusion is not illusion, reality is illusion, and whether it is true or not, it is all in my mind.

This is in the forest of death, in the secret realm left by Xu Junqing, the true meaning of the illusion of enlightenment.

The confusion in Ouyang Ming's eyes dissipated and became extremely bright. He raised his right foot and stepped forward. Under this step, even the sky shook, and all kinds of illusions dissipated in an instant. He looked at the pile of heads in front of him, and his eyes were ponderous.

And at this moment, the fog above the altar rolled and shook violently.

In particular, the names on the black stone tablet twisted quickly like tadpoles, condensed together, and turned into a black shadow. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an old woman with black mist on her body and a hideous and ugly face.

The old woman's eyes were blood red, and more black energy was emitted from her body.

A bony bone spur emerged from the black mist, clanging and piercing the altar. The body became thick and big, indescribably terrible,

Like a human-shaped centipede, she opened her mouth, and a thunderous voice came out of the old woman's mouth.

"Get out, leave the altar!" The voice was extremely sharp, setting off a strong wind and sweeping towards it.

The coldness in Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed away, and he said with a half-smile, "Foreigners?" As soon as the words fell, the corners of his mouth curled up, with a look of arrogance, and he said coldly: "You have done so much, just because you are afraid that I will knock you down." Sounding the evening drum? I want to beat it, what can you do to me?" He is a proud person, and he was teased by this old woman before, how could he be willing?

As soon as the voice fell, the center of gravity sank and fell, ups and downs, put on airs, he could feel that this alien race condensed on the stone tablet was not simple, and even made him feel a sense of danger.

He clenched the spear tightly in his hand, flipped his wrist, and stabbed out with a spear.

"Death!" The old woman's voice was hoarse, and she raised her right hand, her nails were thin and long, like five sharp bone knives, shining with a faint light, and she grabbed the blood gun dragon directly.

"Looking for death!" Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming's face became even colder, and his spiritual power reached the tip of the spear, making the strength contained on the spear reach an unimaginable level.

"Boom..." The two collided, and there was a sound of metal collision.

An extremely powerful counter-shock force came upside down along the long spear, directly splitting Ouyang Ming's tiger's mouth, and a trace of blood stained the dragon red. But Ouyang Ming's control over the rhythm of the battle was perfect, and he quickly retreated. The long spears stabbed out continuously, like a rainstorm hitting plantains, and there was a crackling sound, one shot was faster than one shot, and one shot was heavier than one shot.

An impenetrable afterimage of the gun was formed in front of him. Some afterimages were chaotic and violent, like erupting volcanoes; ; others are ethereal and indescribable.

Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed, and he pushed the spear forward. The spiritual power in the body erupted, and the countless spear shadows seemed to be drawn, and they rolled away like a rolling river, connecting into one piece, and directly filling the entire altar.

But even seeing such a majestic momentum, the old woman still didn't care, dragged the bony spurs behind her, and came directly, like a fierce beast from ancient times, with a thunderous sound coming from her body, directly knocking everything around her. All the spiritual energy within ten feet was crushed, shaking nothingness.

Without paying attention to anything, the gun shadow was directly crushed.

And it still didn't stop, and came directly towards Ouyang Ming.

Ouyang Ming was not discouraged this time when his sharpness was blocked, and his mood was not even disturbed.

Taking advantage of the momentum to rebound, he turned around and drew a stunning circular arc. With one lunge, the sweep turned into a thorn, and he went straight to the old woman's chest.

But the old woman still raised her hand and slapped it down ten times with one force.

The skinny five fingers collided with Long Tu in the air, and his spiritual power exploded, directly slapping Ouyang Ming out, directly making his blood churn.

Ouyang Ming looked solemn, and thought to himself, what kind of monster is this?

You know, even the black iron beast is as thin as paper in front of the blood gun Longtu, and it will be defeated in one blow, but this old woman, whose resentment is scattered and condensed by the stone tablet, can use her body to shake Longtu hard, this is simply a myth. It can be said that this is the first time Ouyang Ming has encountered a beast that can beat Long Tu. Yes, it is a beast!

At the same time, the old woman's bony spur inserted into the altar suddenly lifted up, like a curved sharp knife, fell directly from the air, and slashed at the position where Ouyang Ming was standing.

With a cold awn, the speed is extremely fast.

Ouyang Ming snorted coldly, the golden spiritual power exploded and condensed into substance, he opened his mouth and said, "What!" a strange sound wave came out.

Immediately, the whistling wind above the altar seemed to have stopped, the old woman felt her head sinking hard, the blood in her eyes was dimmed, and her figure was startled.

Ouyang Ming has rich combat experience, how could he let go of such a flaw?

In a flash, he charged forward with a long spear in his hand, and the aura in his dantian exploded, transporting his strength to the tip of the spear. The lines on the spear interweave into a net, shaking out a big circle, the shadow of the spear bursts out, and the evolution is infinitely mysterious, returning to a single spear, pointing directly at the heart of the old woman.

This spear is extremely bright, just like the most primitive and mottled color when the world first opened, suppressing all the light in the world. This gun contains the true meaning of Dao, with a tyrannical belief that everything is invincible.

This shot condensed all of Ouyang Ming's energy and spirit, as well as his courageous and invincible belief in victory.

This is not just a gun, but the most magnificent and brave attack in his life.

"Boom!" I saw that the old woman's breastbone collapsed inward as if hit by a mountain peak, and the scarlet color in her eyes disappeared, replaced by disbelief.

But just as Long Tu stabbed her heart, there was a sound of metal clashing, Ouyang Ming's arm was also blocked, and it was difficult to make an inch.

And the old woman finally reacted, with a roar, her body swelled up again, her upper body became dark and deep, and every inch, two joints and bones protruded from the flesh and blood, sharp as blades.

Of course, the most frightening thing is the bony bone spur she inserted into the ground, which became flat at once, like a scythe that was scuffed and shiny. The stab wound began to heal.

Ouyang Ming's heart was awe-inspiring, and he mobilized the aura in his dantian to the extreme. With a thought, he slapped the space bag with his left hand, quickly made a tactic, and roared: "Sleepy!" When the voice fell, a palm-sized turtle shell flew out , growing against the wind, absorbing all the spiritual power within a foot of the surrounding area. The whole body of this object is pitch black, and there are countless complicated and complicated lines on its back, with a long history of vicissitudes. What is it if it is not an ancient dragon shield?

Ouyang Ming hastily drew out his blood gun, Longtu, and stepped back.

Golden spiritual power poured into the ancient dragon shield, and in a flash, the ancient dragon shield was like a rotating pot cover, directly covering the old woman. At the same time, Ouyang Ming pointed in the air with his left hand.

The first stripe on the ancient dragon shield lit up, and countless black lights appeared, intersecting with each other, directly trapping the old woman in it. With Ouyang Ming's strength, he couldn't kill the old woman.

Ouyang Ming didn't hesitate, striding forward, gathering Qi and breathing out, adjusting his Qi mechanism, he thought to himself, I really don't know what secrets are hidden on this evening drum, there is such a monster guarding it, its strength is terrifying, and its body is indestructible.

Swinging the long spear forward in his hand, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, it slammed into the evening drum. A long and vicissitudes of sound centered on the mu drum, drawing out an invisible wave of sound and spreading to the surroundings, like the sound of thunder filling the ears, extremely sublime. The soul-shaking voice resounded, as if it came from outside the sky.

At this moment, the evening drum sounded. ...

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