Chapter 1017 Jedi

Of course Ouyang Ming didn't know how much sensation his actions caused this time, even an earthquake.

Of course, there are good and bad. The good thing is that he has become the honored guest of the Jiang family, but the bad thing is that he has become the must-kill of the Blood Dragon family.

At this time, the Ji family only had one small thought in their minds, how terrifying would this kind of person who overwhelmed a generation be so terrifying if he wanted to break through to the Supreme Being? Undoubtedly, it will definitely make the Blood Dragon family feel overwhelmed, or difficult to parry.

Yes, up to now, Ouyang Ming has begun to have the strength to overwhelm a generation.

Even as long as he breaks through to the peak of the Spiritual Being, even in the hands of the Venerable, he will have room to maneuver. Of course, it is too difficult, too difficult to fight the Venerable. After all, Dantian Huahu has greatly improved the practitioners.

But at this moment, the instigator who caused the great turmoil in the Great Ruins was fleeing quickly.

His hair was disheveled and his face was pale.

Ouyang Ming patted the interspatial bag, and a burst of soft white light spread out. When it fell, there was already a porcelain bottle lying in the palm of his hand, and bursts of refreshing fragrance reverberated.

With a flick of his thumb, the scent of the dan was immediately intense to the extreme. With a slap with his right hand in the air, four pills flew out, and three pills fell into the hands of the three of them. They said softly: "After eating to restore some spiritual power, they will catch up at some point." With a touch of helplessness.

Jiang Yingrong and He Jian exchanged a look, without being pretentious, they swallowed the elixir in one gulp. In their hearts, Ouyang Ming is a "big family". Who would feel sorry for a big family?

After swallowing this elixir, a warm current grew in the dantian and spread to every corner of the body along with the eight extraordinary meridians, constantly recovering the consumed spiritual power.

Zunjian didn't speak, but raised his wrist, and swallowed it, his eyes lit up, and he said softly: "I didn't expect Brother Yu to have such a method, this kind of alchemy, even compared with the elders of the sect, it is not inferior , or even worse, it's just..." He frowned suddenly.

Hearing these words, Ouyang Ming felt a "thud" in his head, thinking to himself, could it be that he was discovered? It stands to reason that he is a sword cultivator, even if I use the secret method of refining elixir on the elixir peak, I still can't find it! But there was nothing on his face, and he said in a deep voice, "Just what?"

Burying Jian stepped forward with his right foot, and the spiritual energy in his dantian erupted, producing a strong thrust, which turned into a long rainbow, and while galloping towards the distance, he replied: "It's just that the furnace that refines the elixir The secret method is somewhat similar to that of the Pill Peak, but it is more advanced." He opened his eyes wide and looked at Ouyang Ming with a puzzled expression.

It wasn't until this moment that Ouyang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, blinked his eyes mysteriously, with an inscrutable expression on his face: "That's true! This inheritance, oh..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Burial Sword waved his hand, blinked his eyes as a response, and there was an expression in his eyes that I understand.

Ou Yangming didn't say anything, he stopped talking, increased his speed to the extreme, and fled towards the sky.

The setting sun slanted, and everything was quiet. When the last ray of light fell in the sky, darkness engulfed from the sky. The cursed land at night was several times more dangerous than in the day.

"There, chase after me!" Suddenly, an exclamation broke the silence of the night.

Dozens of blood dragons, the blood mist scattered from the scales, the whole body was shocked, like a kunpeng rushing for food, it rushed forward.

Dong Chenyu sneered and roared, "Warriors of the Blood Flood Dragon Clan, catch them and bring them back to the clan!"

"Yes!" Dozens of blood dragons roared in unison.

"The ghosts linger!" Ouyang Ming cursed in his heart. This day, he kept changing directions, but the opponent was like a gangrene, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. In desperation, Ou Yangming could only gallop towards the desperate land, because he knew in his heart that in this desperate land, he had a chance to die and survive.

And the location of this Jedi was told by Jiang Yingrong to Ouyang Ming in advance.

The original thought in her heart was like this, to enter this desperate place to hide for a while, relying on the strength of a few people, no matter how dangerous it is, they can last for a few days. And during this time, the powerhouse of the Black Dragon family must have received the news. As long as it is delayed until they arrive, this dead end will be over.

A quarter of an hour later, a white vortex like a nebula appeared in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes. In the depths of the vortex, there were countless bloody arcs shining, sparking sparks.

And behind the vortex, there is an endless white mist, stretching to nowhere, like an ancient fierce beast that opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it. The moment it saw it, it made people chill, like falling into ice in the cave.

"Rush in..." Ouyang Ming forcibly suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his body, bit his teeth together forcefully, and spoke harshly.

Without any hesitation, squeezing his own potential, his body was pulled into a long rainbow, and his speed exploded again, directly rushing into the vortex.

The other three followed closely behind and stepped into it.

Dong Chenyu was not in a hurry when he saw this scene, he raised his wrist, all the blood flood dragons stopped immediately, and said coldly: "Keep the entrance!"

At the same time, countless poisonous insects slowly flew out of the yellow sand, gathering together, they were members of the Shizhuo clan.

Ouyang Ming and his party couldn't get rid of the blood dragon's pursuit, it was his credit. He has a keen sense of smell and can smell the strong smell of blood on Ouyang Ming's body.

Dong Chenyu's eyes groaned, his fingers spread apart, the suction exploded, and he gently grasped downwards.

Immediately, grains of yellow sand flew into his palm, and when he crushed them hard with two fingers, the yellow sand turned into ashes.

He glanced at Shizhuo, and said in a cold voice, "Are they really going to come out from here?"

"Don't worry, within three days, this damned human race will definitely escape. In this white vortex, the danger is inexplicable, and the consumption of spiritual power is approaching the extreme. The most important thing is that there is only one exit for this Jedi. Here, there must be nothing wrong." When he was speaking, the green light in his eyes lit up, like a will-o'-the-wisp floating on a lonely grave, chilling.

Dong Chenyu nodded slightly, and suddenly there were four more words in his mind - catch a turtle in a jar.

Inside the white vortex, there is mist floating around, and the white mist is like a strand of silk, connecting into one piece.

The sky, the earth, the vegetation, and even everything are shrouded in mist, and the eyes can see that they are all lonely and lonely white. Staying in this environment all the time can drive people crazy.

White swirl edge position.

The four figures were sparse and moving slowly.

After a while, Ouyang Ming paused, with thoughtful eyes in his eyes, and said softly: "Why do I feel that the spiritual power in my body is consumed much faster, and even if I stretch out the spiritual power, it's still less than ten feet away, and the rest depends on it." I don't know." He had tried many times before he spoke.

Zhan Jian also nodded in agreement, and looked at Jiang Yingrong.

After getting along for a day, Zang Jian knew that Ouyang Ming was the absolute core of this small team, there was no doubt about it.

Jiang Yingrong, on the other hand, knew better. After all, the Jiang family was one of the strongest forces in the Great Ruins. Jiang Yingrong had recited Daoist scriptures since she was a child, so she had a lot of knowledge, so he only looked at Jiang Yingrong at this time.

Before Jiang Yingrong could answer, He Jian had already answered.

His face was full of vicissitudes, engraved with traces of time, looking into the distance, looking at the mist rolling in from afar, he said: "This white vortex will keep devouring the surrounding spiritual energy, and it will become bigger and bigger." , he spread out his palms and held them lightly in a white mist.

Then he said: "It is the white mist floating in this vortex that absorbs the monk's spiritual power."

"White mist?" Burial Sword's voice raised a few degrees, with a look of suspicion on his face.

"En!" He Jian nodded, both of them were carrying sword boxes, this scene was a bit weird no matter how you looked at it.

Jiang Yingrong didn't speak, but her face was full of worry.

At this moment, the light in Ouyang Ming's eyes gathered in vain, his long sleeves were rolled forward, and colorful starlight scattered out. Looking closely, it turned out to be countless finely carved arrays, full of charm. The formation plate draws a slender and perfect arc, falls from midair, and directly covers a range of hundreds of feet, the arcs are intertwined into a net, and the majestic spiritual power is scattered in all directions.

"Scatter!" Ouyang Ming exhaled lightly, and a rune node beside him instantly lit up.

Suddenly, the breeze blows away all the mist in the formation, and a piece of black land is suddenly exposed, covered with gravel.

Jiang Yingrong's lips were covered with sand, she looked surprised, looked at He Jian, and said in amazement: "Brother Yu still understands formations?" A sense of absurdity arose in her heart, and she could make pills and forge flying carpets. The strength is not inferior to Daozi, and now he can arrange formations, how can he have so much energy? This is too nonsense, right? Jiang Yingrong shifted her gaze to Ouyang Ming, as if looking at a monster.

Jiang Yingrong didn't know that Ouyang Ming had the unique spiritual world of the Feng clan, and his ability to steal teachers was really like a cheat.

As long as he wants to learn, with a little deduction, he can restore it immediately, and even improve it.

He Jian smiled wryly when he heard this, and nodded in response: "Yes, so my previous evaluation was not too much, right?"

"It's really not too much..." Jiang Yingrong thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

She is proud and confident, but in front of Ou Yangming, she has completely become a foil.

Just as thoughts were rolling in her mind, Ouyang Ming's plain voice sounded, disrupting her thoughts: "Come in!"

The corners of her mouth turned up, a strange look appeared in her eyes, her heart was full of surprises, and she stepped into the formation step by step. This is also why she believed in Ouyang Ming, otherwise, stepping into a formation master's formation would be no different from courting death. Once the formation is completed, the formation master is the master of the formation, a god-like existence. Up to now, the formation arranged by Ouyang Ming can easily trap the peak of the spirit.

Zhan Jian took two deep breaths, took a deep look at Ouyang Ming, and felt a faint bitterness in his heart.

Even with Jianxiu's strong mind, he felt a sense of bewilderment.

Can I really catch up with him?

But in just a moment, this idea was completely crushed.

Since you are a Taoist, you must have the heart of a Taoist.

No matter how difficult the path he will take in the future, it can't make him have the slightest awe and shrink back.

Ouyang Ming's strength will only make him more diligent and hardworking, and will only become the motivation for him to be brave and aggressive. ...

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