Chapter 1057: Funeral Day

Purple, noble and elegant, completely filled the entire ancestral land of the Feng clan.

"This... this is impossible!" Feng Xinxiao's voice was filled with hysteria. The scene in front of him was beyond his imagination. This purple light actually suppressed the light of the stars, becoming the only color in this piece of heaven and earth. He knew in his heart that this time, the plan for peace talks had already been lost before it was implemented. The potential shown by Ouyang Ming is too great. This kind of bloodline has never existed in the history of the Feng Clan.

In other words, he is the first person in the history of the Feng Clan.

This kind of performance is enough to become Ouyang Ming's biggest trump card and reliance. Even the strong Phoenix clan who had prejudice against Ouyang Ming before, his mentality will undergo a subversive change at this moment.

And with this kind of blood power, how far can Ouyang Ming go in the end? No one can tell.

When Feng Xinxiao's eyes turned, there was deep worry and shock. Especially when I saw some strong men of the Feng clan who were cultivated as emperors, their eyes were so hot that they seemed to melt the ice. His heart was even more indescribably bitter, and he scolded himself in his heart, it would be fine if he didn't have a regular competition, what should he do now?

His mind was incomparably at a loss. At this moment, the matter had completely escaped his control.

Feng Xiang's pupils also shrank suddenly, and he couldn't move his tongue. He originally thought that he already had a high opinion of Ouyang Ming. It wasn't until he saw this scene that he suddenly woke up. How could this be high-spirited? This is simply looking at people through the crack of a door and looking down on them.

Before today, even if his brain was twice as big, he would definitely not be able to guess such a result.

I am extremely grateful for the decision to make friends with Ou Yangming before.

This kind of character, in the vast world, will eventually be able to soar into the sky one day. As long as he takes that step, with the combat power he has displayed now, the ordinary emperor is not in his hands.

The purple light passed through Feng Xiao's fingers, directly making him short of breath, and the resentment that had arisen in his heart dissipated. This kind of character is not something he can hold grudges at all.

On the terrace, all the strong men of the Feng clan were dumbfounded, looking at the figure under the totem with dull faces.

The eyes are grotesque, and the pictures they see are all different. Some people saw a sword with unparalleled sharpness and the ability to judge eternally; some saw a majestic mountain that could suppress the world; and some saw a boundless, deep and deep sea. Although the things I see are different, there is one thing that is very similar. They are all synonymous with mystery and power, unfathomable, unspeakable, unspeakable.

Feng Mu stood on the top of the mountain,

look into the distance.

In his eyes, the lush vegetation, the winding path, the majestic mountains, and even the whole world are filled with this stunning purple light.

There was a look of wisdom in his eyes, he raised his right arm, separated his five fingers, and a black glow flashed in his palm, mysterious and far away. This smear of blackness seems to have existed when the world was first born, it is hard to describe.

The purple air within a radius of one hundred zhang seemed to be drawn by a mysterious force, and it rushed straight to the old man's palm.

Countless purple qi condensed and turned into purple silk threads. These seemingly ordinary movements all concealed the great supernatural power of condensing objects in the void.

The old man moved his body, spread his old palms, he exhaled, and the purple silk lying on his palms was blown away with the wind, and said softly: "The purple air comes from the east, the sign of the emperor's return. This world has already It has been in chaos for too long, and it is time to produce a strong man who can suppress all enemies in the world." This kind of evaluation can only be said to be extremely high.

Suppress all enemies in the world...

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, and his fingers moved regularly.

Every time it shakes, the whole sky shakes at the same time, as if some kind of power beyond cognition appears.

After a long while, he shook his head and said with emotion: "I can't see through, I can't see through. Forget it, since I can't see through, I don't want to see through." Turning around slowly, he walked towards the house with ease.

The seven-star pagoda is nine floors high, overlooking the ancestral land of the Feng clan. There is a newly written big blood-colored character hanging in the room: "Whenever there is a big event, there is calmness."

Looking at this picture, Feng Tian couldn't calm down. He knew in his heart that this big competition was meaningless, no matter whether he won or lost, the peace party was the biggest winner. This time, he lost completely.

Fingers hold the Zihao, hanging above the emblem rice paper, but if the pen weighs ten thousand catties, it won't fall down no matter what.

At this moment, his heart was disturbed.

Because a venerable, a person who is not even an ant in his eyes, this is unimaginable in the past.

Pushing open the door, walking to the edge of the railing, seeing the purple air all over the sky, like strands of silk, like falling into a fairy tale world, his mood fluctuated again.

But Fengtian is very good at nourishing qi, and within two or three breaths, he adjusted himself, spit out a mouthful of white mist, remained silent, rolled up his sleeves, turned and went back to the room.

As soon as he sat down, an old man in black robe appeared behind him out of nowhere, wiped his neck, and had murderous intent in his eyes.

Feng Tian didn't turn his head back, and spoke in a neither hasty nor slow manner, he said: "Feng Mu is not easy to provoke, don't provoke him. Try to win him over first, and if it doesn't work, then think of a way. I also want to experience it, so that I can get the inheritance of the Feng Clan Do you have three heads and six arms?"

His eyes were red, and he was obviously intent on killing. If Ouyang Ming didn't cooperate, he would never be merciful. Even if the sky stood in his way, he would raise his butcher knife to kill the sky, not to mention that the one standing in front of him was a human being. .

The old man in black robe nodded slightly and hid in the dark again.

At this time, under the totem on the terrace, Ouyang Ming's mind was in chaos. Suddenly the scene changed, and a bizarre world appeared. The green grass is all over the sky, the starry sky hangs low, you can grasp it with your hands, and the starlight and moonlight are falling at the same time.

Ouyang Ming stood in the middle of the grassland, with a look of understanding in his eyes, secretly thinking, inherit the memory? A similar picture had appeared when he was practicing only thoughts, so he didn't find it strange. It's just that he didn't expect that what Xiaohong said was true, and there was a shocking fortune hidden in this totem.

There is a reason for Ouyang Ming to think this way. In his knowledge, all creations with inherited memories are extremely powerful, such as the Wei Nian Jue and the ancient formation left by Xu Junqing.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him.

Just at this moment, with a "creak", the door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a crown came out of the wooden house with a smile, holding a jug, looked at Ou Yangming, and said, "Ou Xiaoyou, you are here!" ?”

The sound was not loud, but it fell to Ouyang Ming's ears like a flat-bottomed thunder, and it was like lightning coming to him.

His mind was in a state of confusion, and he was stunned for a while before he recovered and said in shock, "You know me?"

The middle-aged man lifted the crown, revealing a sharp-edged face, smiled heartily, and said, "I know a lot about astrology and divination, and there are three thousand ways, at least one thousand years of understanding, and one hundred thousand years in the past."

"Feng Ling...Senior Feng Ling?" Ouyang Ming asked tentatively. In fact, it is not difficult to guess. The inheritance memory is sealed in the totem of the Feng Clan, and the strength is so powerful. Who else but the ancestor of the Feng Clan?

The middle-aged man nodded, took a sip of his wine, and said softly, "Little friend has good qualifications." He didn't answer, but he didn't refute, that is, he acquiesced.

At this moment, even with Ouyang Ming's temperament, he became a little excited.

Although the Feng Ling at this moment is just a memory of inheritance, it also has the vision and vision of the past, and is one of the strongest in the history of the Great Thousand World, who can compete with Xu Aoran, the Dragon Clan, and the Tribulation Clan Xu Aoran.

Hastily cupped his hands slightly and said: "Senior is too good!"

Feng Ling waved her hands irresistibly, and said softly: "The laws of the Great Thousand World and the power of space are constantly squeezing towards me, and this aura won't last long. Since my little friend can induce visions and enter this place, this Good luck giving it to you. This spear is what I realized after fighting with Xu Aoran for three days. Be optimistic, understand with your heart.”

Ouyang Ming looked respectful: "Follow the instructions!" He clasped his fists and bowed to Feng Ling.

As soon as the words were finished, Feng Ling stepped on the void, and a leisurely voice came out of his mouth: "The spear technique is all about domineering, suppressing the chaos of the world with a domineering and unspeakable posture."

He doesn't have a gun in his hand, but he has a gun in his heart.

Throwing the jug in the air, and swiping his right hand out of the air, a majestic gun light shot up into the sky, sweeping all directions with majestic and domineering intentions, as if to tear the world into pieces. A gap in the sky suddenly opened, ten miles wide, the length cannot be guessed, and it spread to nowhere, revealing a palpitating darkness. Guns overflowed around the crack, strangling everything around.

If it's just that, it's fine, I saw that the crack seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands.

Pulling hard to both sides, in an instant, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and the palpitating darkness swallowed everything.

Burying the sky, just like the name of this trick, possesses the power of burying the sky.

Ouyang Ming's eyes were closed tightly at some point, and he concentrated his spear with spiritual power, like scribbling with his hands, he kept stabbing in the air, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster, turning into an afterimage.

With a look of relief on Feng Ling's face, she shook her head and sighed: "The way of cause and effect is the way of fortune that all things cannot escape. Since I have a destiny with my little friend, what's the harm in sending you another fortune?"

Pressing down with the palm of the hand, the aura of the entire Phoenix Clan ancestral land boiled, as if being pulled by a mysterious force, it rushed towards Ouyang Ming from all directions. Seen from a distance, this aura condensed into substance, constantly tempering his physical body. Sunshine glowed in his dan lake, as clear as mist, as transparent as glass, and it had the taste of evolving into the heavens of ten thousand realms, a kind of true meaning of Tao rippling in all directions.

Everyone looked at Ouyang Ming as if they were looking at a monster, and their hearts were mixed with bitterness.

But all of this, our protagonist doesn't know that at this moment, he is indulging in his own world.

All that remained in his eyes was this decisive, domineering, sky-piercing shot, and he broke it down into countless movements. Draw.