Chapter 1051: Rolling

Warm sunlight shone down, but for some reason, the square paved with spirit stones was not warm at all, but rather icy cold.

At this moment, the atmosphere here suddenly became strange and quiet.

A strong man beside Feng Xiang shrank his pupils suddenly, and said in secret: "Elder Feng Xiang, will you really not cause trouble if you do this?" He looked at Ouyang Ming, his face full of worry.

Although he had great confidence in Fengxiang, his confidence in Ouyang Ming... was very little.

"It's okay, just look at it." Feng Xiang replied through voice transmission, a faint sneer of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

How can a strong man who can absorb all the attacks of the dragon powerhouse, Long Xiao, be a ghost? It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a tiger. No, it is too underestimating to describe him as a tiger.

At this moment, he remembered what Xiaohong said before, that Ouyang Ming is still the number one blacksmith in the spirit world. In this way, he can be asked to make a move to see if he can save the defeat. But if this is the case, we have to find a way to let him join the Feng Clan and stop the mouth of the main battle faction. Otherwise, it will only cause people to suffer.

Feng Xiang's eyes flickered twice quickly, and he didn't know what he thought of.

Goshawk and King Kong exchanged a look, and they both saw the warmth in their respective eyes.

Even Rhubarb's eye sockets were a little moist, he muttered in his heart, Xiao Mingzi. Claws squeeze together hard.

Suddenly, Ouyang Ming moved, his center of gravity sank and lowered, his back straightened, and his body seemed to be black and white. I saw him clasping his hands together, and the powerful aura he had gathered before seemed to be condensed by a mysterious force, turning into a towering mountain, suppressing it towards the front.

Blood flashed in Feng Xinxiao's eyes, but she didn't speak.

Slapping the space bag with his right hand, a ten-foot-high tripod flew out, spinning continuously, giving people a feeling of being like a mountain facing an abyss, extremely thick.

The whole body of this big tripod is pitch black, and a phoenix pattern is carved on it.

Feng Xiang raised his eyebrows, and said with a soft smile: "Brother Ou, you have to be more careful. This is the mountain and sea soul tripod of the Feng clan. It is as heavy as ten thousand junctures. There are three thousand black threads hidden in the tripod, each of which can crush mountains. , have the ability to be arbitrary forever." Fengxiang's words have already told all the information about this big cauldron, and the same sentence, the longer you live, the more you will grasp the world's sophistication and mentality. hair proficient.

Feng Xinxiao snorted coldly, and said with a sneer: "What's the use of knowing? Can it be stopped?" His stance doesn't make any sense at all, what he pays attention to is to use force to suppress people, and one force will defeat ten times.

Quickly strike a formula with both hands, leaving only an afterimage in the aura.

Pushing his right hand outwards, a spell was imprinted on the cauldron, and he shouted coldly: "A strand of black silk is as heavy as a mountain, press it!" While speaking, he slid his fingers in the air, drawing a perfect arc. Immediately, a green silk thread as thin as cicada's wings bent like a snake, flew out of the cauldron with flashing electric arcs, and slammed into the suppressed mountain peak, growing against the wind, and the weight increased several times every moment. ten thousand times.

The entire square kept collapsing downwards.

One inch, two inches, three inches...

The sound of mourning came from the whole world, and the power of the blow was so terrifying. This is the horror of taking that step. Every attack is tainted with the sacred meaning of immortality, which can resonate with the heaven and the earth, and evolve infinitely mysterious.

Feng Xinxiao's eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling,

But in fact, a large part of his mind has been staying on Feng Xiang.

He wanted to see if Feng Xiang would make a move, otherwise, he would not have taken out the Earthquake Soul Cauldron at all. As for Ouyang Ming, he was just an ant in the realm of the Venerable, and he could kill hundreds of times with a random blow.

"Boom..." Just the moment they collided, that majestic mountain was showing signs of collapse.

Moments later, the entire mountain collapsed completely.

Long Xinxiao had a half-smile, and wondered in her heart, why don't you make a move? One more breath later, this human race will have to die here.

But after seeing Feng Xiang's indifferent expression, I felt a faint feeling in my heart. Moreover, what confuses him the most is that even those lowly spirit beasts have no fear in their eyes, instead there is a kind of eagerness to try, as if they are expecting something?

At a certain moment, Long Xinxiao had an illusion in his heart that the human ant in front of him had the strength comparable to that of the emperor.

But this crazy idea was completely crushed by him in just a moment. so possible? Stepping up, this is simply nonsense. The Venerable and the Emperor, if you really want to say, the distance between them is an entire star field, which is indescribably far away, how can it be possible to leapfrog?

The black hair became thicker and thicker, like a river hanging upside down from a high mountain, turbulent and turbulent, like a silver lightning falling from the sky, carrying the momentum of the sky, like a fierce beast from ancient times, it devoured towards Ouyang Ming.

At the same time, Ouyang Ming moved.

His eyes intertwined with two arcs, one white and one black, spinning in a unique rhythm.

The middle finger of the right hand slightly moved forward, the corners of the mouth turned up, showing a harmless smile on the face of humans and animals, and said: "Swallow..." I saw that this black hair, as if being imprisoned by an invisible force, was immediately captured. A force as gentle as water waves pulled from both sides, dispelled bit by bit, and was slowly absorbed by Ouyang Ming. This is the way of yin and yang, which has the power to turn emptiness into reality and reality into emptiness.

This weird and unspeakable picture and the smile on the corner of Ouyang Ming's mouth contrasted with each other, giving people a feeling of scalp numbness.

It seemed that every piece of flesh and every cell in his body trembled involuntarily, as if seeing something beyond his cognition.

The strong man of the Feng clan who was following Feng Xinxiao's eyes was dull, as if he had seen a ghost.

What did they see? The ants at the level of the venerable absorbed the attack of the emperor? Are you sure this isn't a dream? This is the emperor, the existence standing at the top of the Great Thousand World Pyramid.

But now, his attack was absorbed.

And the opponent is still a human race, which simply breaks their cognition.

Although Feng Xinxiao didn't exert all her strength in this blow, the emperor is the emperor, this is a difference in the level of life.

Feng Xiang slowly exhaled a mouthful of white mist. Even though it was not the first time he saw this scene, he was still shocked. Yes, it is shocking. As for the three elders beside him, they were stunned and astonished. There was only one thought left in their minds: "Could this be an outstanding person, this is the arrogance of heaven? But isn't this too perverted?" These elders didn't know After merging the power of the dragon, phoenix, and Shangjie clans, Ouyang Ming has stepped into a whole new level of life.

Let's put it this way, the power of law is just a means for him to step up, but stepping up is basically the power of blood.

King Kong's eyes were burning, he touched the back of his head with five fingers, and smiled honestly.

Rhubarb clenched his claws even more, his body was full of explosive power! Strange to say, the rest of the spirit beasts can transform into human forms as long as they step into the Venerable, but Rhubarb still looks like that, at most the dragon horn on the top of the head has grown by two centimeters, and no one has changed in the rest of the place.

After Goshawk stepped into the Venerable, it took the form of a human being, wearing a blue shirt, and it really looked a bit refined and handsome.

Feng Xinxiao's pupils shrank inward suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "The power of the law?"

The voice was full of disbelief. He never expected that this humble human ant would actually comprehend the power of law in the realm of the venerable. No wonder he has been acting calmly.

"Apologize." Ouyang Ming did not answer his question, but stared at him coldly.

"You are really confident, so what if you have the power of laws? Ants are just ants." Ouyang Ming's cold attitude made Feng Xinxiao cold. If it was to test Feng Xiang and give him another blow, now part of the anger has been transferred to Ouyang Ming.

Ouyang Ming shook his head and said: "Before you said that this blow is about using force to suppress people, and one force can drop ten times. What's the result?" The voice contained spiritual power, and it resounded over Lingshi Square.

Ou Yangming paused intentionally, raised the corners of his mouth, revealed a bright smile, asked and answered himself, and said, "Not only blocked, but also absorbed."

These words were like a slap on Feng Xinxiao's face, and there was no way to hide.

There was a fierce look in his eyes, and he said: "Very sharp words, but I don't know how your strength compares with your words?"

While speaking, his hands turned red, like magma flowing in the palms, he pressed both hands at the same time, the world was shaken by this press, and he said coldly: "Thousands of threads are like threads, heavy Like a mountain, suppress."

As soon as the sound fell, the cauldron spun quickly, and strands of blue silk flew out quickly, spreading out like algae in the water, the side color was slightly white, and the stem was green.

The lines of the green stems and white leaves are like a long rainbow across the sky, rushing towards Ouyang Ming. At the moment when it is approaching, it turns into ten, ten turns into a hundred, and in a flash, there is a kind of blotting out the sky. a feeling of. They are densely packed, innumerable, as numerous as a cow's hair, and there is no way to avoid them. Every strand of black hair is extremely thick, and the whole land sinks rapidly, getting lower and lower, one can imagine how heavy it has reached.

Ouyang Ming's thoughts sank slightly, and he stepped into the mysterious realm of meticulousness and sympathy between heaven and man.

Black and white intertwined in the eyes, only this awe-inspiring blow remained.

Black is not black, white is not white.

Black is black and white is white.

All kinds of mysteries evolve into thousands of avenues, evolve into the heavens and worlds, and evolve into infinite mysteries.

His body seemed to be divided by an invisible line, turning into a black and white yin and yang fish. Within a radius of a thousand feet, bursts of fairy sounds resounded, as if there were countless divine chains of order crowning the sky.

Ouyang Ming disappeared, leaving only the yin and yang fish.

"Solution!" The voice came from nowhere, like a fairy voice.

Under the diffusion, the rippling black hairs are all smooth, and their heavy meaning is slowly peeled off. On the contrary, the yin-yang fish becomes more and more solid, standing between the sky and the earth, shining brilliantly.

After three or four breaths, the dense blue hairs like algae slowly dissipated, as if they had never appeared before.

The Zhenshanhai Soul Cauldron was shocked and fell from the air, as if it had been hit hard. It was covered with dense cracks, and after a while, it completely collapsed.

Everyone can see that this is crushing, strong crushing.

Not only did a venerable not lose against the emperor, but he also made the opponent unable to parry. This is so fucking dreamy. ...

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