Chapter 1010: Shocking Change

The sound of the evening drum is as graceful as fairy music, shocking the soul, and when it reverberates in all directions, it sets off an invisible wave of air.

And the old woman who was trapped by the ancient dragon shield had frightened eyes when she heard the sound of the evening drum. The skin and bony spurs began to rot, and collapsed downward, like snowflakes falling into magma, countless fine black smoke emitted from the pores, and the body melted rapidly. She was just transformed from the resentment in the black stone tablet, and she couldn't resist it at all. Just persisting in counting breaths, it completely disappeared without leaving a trace.

It seemed that everything that appeared before was a flower in a mirror, a moon in water.

There seemed to be an indescribable magical power in the sound of the evening drum. When Ou Yangming heard it, the distracting thoughts in his mind instantly dissipated, and he became in an ethereal and mysterious state.

This state lasted for about ten breaths, and every cell in Ouyang Ming's body relaxed.

At this moment, a memory poured into Ouyang Ming's spiritual world.

In an instant, Ouyang Ming's spiritual world fell into chaos and mist, with white mist floating everywhere.

Thoughts keep floating towards the sky, turning Buddha into a slender leaf in the stream. With the rolling and undulating of the river, you can see all kinds of things in the world and read all the vicissitudes of the world, drifting farther and farther away.

Suddenly, he felt his eyes light up, and then, a picture he had never seen before appeared in front of him.

The earth was devastated, with broken walls, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air. The blood pooled together, dyed the soil red, and kept sinking, like a large blood-colored swamp.

The desolate north wind howled, and the snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the sky and sprinkled to the earth layer by layer, dividing the sky into countless mottled and tiny fragments. But this snowflake is not white, but blood-colored, like blood, so red that it is scary. And outside the blood-colored land, a huge city can be seen standing upright, sweeping away with coercion. And in the center of the city, there is an altar about ten feet high. The material is very ordinary, but there is an unspeakable sacredness faintly.

Seeing this scene, Ou Yangming knew in his heart that this was the Seven Star Altar, and seeing this scene himself was the inheritance memory engraved in the evening drum.

But what about this big city around here? How come there is no trace left? He is like a passer-by in other time and space, a phantom, watching all this quietly, unable to change a bit.

Ouyang Ming saw, above the altar, an old man with a vicissitudes of life was sitting cross-legged. He is dressed in a beast robe, his face is covered with brown spots and wrinkles, his eyes are like the vast sea, like the vast starry sky, a kind of charm of Tao appears on him, making people feel at peace. This feeling was similar to the feeling Master Ku Rong gave him, but it was deeper.

Not far behind him stood a bottle of evening drum, engraved with traces of time.

Under the altar, there were countless people kneeling and worshiping, spreading out of the city round by round. These people are old and young, their blood is burning, their eyes are full of piety, and there is a faint hint of madness. It seems that as long as the old man says a word, they will give their lives without hesitation. There was silence all around, only the sound of whimpering wind. The people above the altar seemed to be waiting for something, while the old man in the beast robe above the altar was looking at the sky, pinching his index and middle fingers together continuously, as if divining.

At this moment, "Kara, Kara..."

A scalp-numbing sound came from all directions, and dense and sharp alien races suddenly appeared, giving people the feeling of passing through a wormhole.

There are at least tens of thousands of alien races, whose aura is so powerful that it shakes nothingness.

The old man in the beast robe sighed softly, and said: "Oh, the catastrophe has lasted for a hundred years, and half of the thirty-six states of the human race have fallen. The army is retreating steadily, and there is little hope. My Baifeng lineage uses myself as a bait, and the whole clan Essence and blood turned into a seal, willing to fight for a ray of life for the spirit world. People, blood burns!" The voice was not loud, but the voice was full of righteousness, for the sake of the spirit world creatures, they are willing to burn themselves, burn blood, use all The strength of the clan bet on that slim hope.

"Blood burning!" All the clansmen roared at the same time, their voices were firm, resounding through the world, and the blood of the Feng clan in their bodies was burning fiercely.

Half of the sky is illuminated by this flaming light spot. This is for righteousness, for hope, burning life and longevity, even if it is turned into ashes, even if the soul is annihilated, it will not hesitate.

Ouyang Ming's expression darkened, he felt his nose sore, and his heart was blocked by a sad emotion. Just like the land in front of him, it was full of scars, and he murmured softly: "Is this righteousness?"

Thinking of Xu Junqing again, he said in a deep voice: "As a man, you should take the sky as your chessboard star as your son."

The two pictures kept merging in his mind, his eyes gleamed, and he said softly: "The world is a melting pot, no one can escape, once the catastrophe comes, all the good and hope will be pulverized by the catastrophe, there is no resistance I was too comfortable before, I didn’t want to take care of it, and I didn’t have the ability to take care of it, but for the old craftsman, for the three of them, and for the people I cherish, even if I don’t have the ability, I still have to try.”

The Baifeng clan in front of him used their essence and blood as a seal, which touched Ouyang Ming too much. It directly filled his heart with the people of his country, the people, the world, and the common people. This time he wanted to try it, to stop the catastrophe, and to save the common people in the world. .

And just as Ouyang Ming's thoughts were churning, the old man in the beast robe patted the altar with his palm, stood up straight, pushed his dry palm outward, bursting with energy, and directly hit the mu drum.

An earth-shattering voice resounded through and reverberated.

The people of the Baifeng clan under the Seven Stars Altar, the power of the blood in their bodies was burning fiercely, and countless white threads scattered from the center of their eyebrows, condensing into a white mark in the sky. In just a moment, these tribesmen have aged countless, their dark hair has turned white, their faces are no longer delicate, and the corners of their eyes are covered with wrinkles. Every breath is changing, getting older and older. Even children, their bodies are full of decaying breath .

But their eyes are still firm, even revealing a little hysterical madness.

A sad atmosphere of a strong man gone forever filled Ouyang Ming's heart. His eyes were astringent, his body was trembling, and his eyes were full of tears, but he tried his best not to drip.

The old man in the beast robe also turned into a white light, and his hoarse voice resounded: "My Baifeng family is generous to die, as long as I can fight for a chance for the human race in the spirit world, then I will have no regrets!"

"No complaints, no regrets!" The voice exploded in Ouyang Ming's mind.

Suddenly, countless white awns entwined quickly, covering the sky and covering the earth, turning into an invisible imprisonment, covering countless alien races, and the space was broken, revealing a palpitating darkness. The white awn shrank in vain, and the ripples sweeping in all directions condensed in vain, turning into a jet-black awn and rushing into the stone tablet. All kinds of voices affecting the mind spread, greed, love, and hatred appeared one by one, but they were still useless. They were directly sealed into the black stone tablet and turned into a prison, a shackle.

And the rest of the white awns burned blazingly, turned into a black flame and burned in all directions. Wherever it passed, all life was wiped out. With this city as the center, within a thousand miles, everything turned into red ground.

The memory still does not stop, rolling from a distance like a tide.

Stimulating Ouyang Ming's nerves, even though he has the unique spiritual world of the Feng clan, he still can't bear it. There is a tingling pain in his head, and he clenched his teeth and persisted.

After an unknown period of time, the mottled memory calmed down.

Ouyang Ming sorted out this lengthy memory in his mind, opened his eyes, and said softly: "The catastrophe was caused by alien races. Now time is running out, and the reason why the Great Ruins are called the cursed place , because this is a lost ancient battlefield, and the reason for the war is unknown." This was the answer he came up with after analyzing for a long time, pondered for a while, kept searching in his memory, and thought to himself, this battle is worth it. How fierce is it to blast a continent like this? Does Xu Aoran have anything to do with this war?

He shook his head, more and more doubts in his mind.

After taking a deep breath, he walked down the altar slowly, cupped his hands and bowed heavily, and said, "Ou Yangming will never forget the great righteousness of seniors, nor dare to forget it."

Then he turned his head, took a deep look at the black stone tablet that sealed tens of thousands of alien races, smiled coldly, pointed his finger in the air, and shouted coldly: "Swallow your head!" Pulling him into the illusion is the chief culprit of the catastrophe. Now that the catastrophe is approaching, it is even more troublesome in the ruins. How could Ouyang Ming let it go?

Before the voice fell, the head flew out, and the force of devouring burst out.

Swallowed all the remnant souls in the entire stele.

The head and mouth were slightly parted, and there was a look of satisfaction in the eyes. After exhaling a breath of black air, he fell into a deep sleep. This force is too powerful, even if it is a head, it will take a long time to refine it.

Suddenly, there was a sudden change, and the entire barren desert shook, the sand kept sinking, and a rustling sound came from every corner of the space, like many evil spirits grinding their teeth, creaking, just listening to the sound, You can feel the madness in it.

Even Ouyang Ming, who was in the core of the barren desert, could clearly feel the sand sinking, and there was a "click" in his head, leaving only three words: "Something happened!"

Without any hesitation, he galloped outside. He didn't know what caused the change in the barren desert, but he had a very bad feeling in his mind.

The shoulders were pulled apart, and there was a muffled thunder sound from the body, which turned into a white horse, passed through the white light circle, and ran outward.

As the head devoured countless souls of alien races, the pressure squeezed from all around disappeared mysteriously. As a result, Ouyang Ming's speed was naturally very fast, like a white arc, flashing rapidly, every step, They all spanned more than ten feet. ...

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