Chapter 1097: Witch Department

It was also when Ouyang Ming was talking to Da Huang, above a blood-colored forest, countless blood qi swirled down from the sky, spun rapidly, and condensed together, forming a slender cyclone like a snake.

From a distance, it looks like a hundred-foot-long snake standing upside down on the blood-colored forest. There is even a faint red light shining under the cyclone. The aura within would be instantly sucked dry, turning into a mummy, and falling on the bloody earth under the cyclone. This scene was extremely terrifying.

The world was silent, Feng Xinxiao walked forward slowly, trampled a dead branch on the ground, and there was a crisp "crack" sound under his feet.

Suddenly, a stream of extremely pure blood surged from the sky, along the top of his head, and entered his body.

His eyes are red, and there is nothing else in his pupils except blood, as if there are two worlds full of killings. For him, it doesn't matter where he is. layer.

I saw the blood in his eyes flashed, and the sky in the middle of the sky was dyed red. He pursed his lips and said with a light smile: "The killing spirit of the strong in the imperial realm? It's really powerful. I don't know whose it is?" As soon as the voice fell, he Just squinting his eyes, there was a crunching sound coming from his body, sharp bony spurs grew all over his body, especially the bony spurs on the top of his head, like a bone knife just soaked in blood.

After ten or so breaths, his eyes slowly opened.

After a chuckle, he pressed his hand against the cyclone above the bloody forest.

In an instant, the slender, snake-like cyclone disintegrated, turning into a blood mist and slowly dissipating.

Feng Xinxiao stared into the distance, thinking of something, suddenly, a crazy and violent aura swept all directions around him.

Greed, selfishness, ignorance, desire... All kinds of negative emotions are contained in it. Where this strange aura sweeps across, the eyes of countless creatures disappear, and the essence and blood in their bodies hit their minds, and they fall to the ground with a "bang". Mang shattered the quiet sky, wrapped around Feng Xinxiao, and was swallowed by him.

Every moment, his comprehension of the law of killing is increasing at an incredible speed, which is to prove the way by killing.

After half a cup of tea, those blood-colored eyes retracted from a distance.

As soon as he had a thought, he secretly adjusted the Qi machine, gathered Qi and exhaled, and the spiritual Qi in his chest and abdomen slowly contracted. Gently spitting out a mouthful of blood mist, the blood mist kept spinning, as if turning into a deep black hole, rolling up into the sky circle after circle, setting off a bloody gust of wind.

Plants, spirit beasts, rocks...

Everything, after being swept by the bloody gust, turned into countless gray lights one after another.

Even the spirit beasts at the peak of the venerable are the same. They can only watch helplessly as the bloody whirlwind approaches him, tearing out countless criss-crossing cracks in the body, like ceramic cups that have been shattered and forcibly stuck together. Without making a sound, the soul is scattered. This is the power of the law of killing. Just a single thought can make the powerful soul of the suppressing party fly away.

If the law of yin and yang is mysterious and unpredictable, it cannot be speculated.

The law of killing is that ghosts and gods make changes, so they dare not be contaminated.

Feng Xinxiao nodded with a satisfied face, obviously very satisfied with the result, looked up to the east, and said coldly: "At the beginning, I was defeated by you,

Now I want to win back, kill you to prove the way, seek the perfection of the law of killing, rule the dragon and phoenix, and achieve great achievements for thousands of years. At this moment, the ambition hidden deep in his heart grew wildly, from a withered yellow weed to a towering green tree.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a tribe appeared in his perception.

"That's right, as expected of the original heart, such a small tribe actually has a strong man in the imperial realm?" He raised his shoulder straps, his eyes flashed with blood, and he licked his lips lightly, the killing intent that had solidified into the essence filled the air. As soon as he came out, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the blood clouds scattered and then gathered, gathered and then dispersed.

His eyes lit up, and a cloud of blood condensed out of thin air, getting lower and lower.

Above the sky, blood clouds flew up and down, and in just a moment, the entire sky was completely filled with blood.

The color of this blood cloud is actually a bit darker than fresh blood, and there is a faint feeling of weirdness, layer by layer, it is getting thicker and heavier, and a palpitating coercion emerges from the blood cloud. Among the majestic and falling.

Countless thunder roared, and the whole world fell into silence.

"Who is it? Who is teasing me?" An old man sitting cross-legged under a tree opened and closed his eyes, like a deep starry sky. Looking at the condensed blood cloud.

"Patriarch, what's going on?" A man in a beast robe walked up to the old man and said softly.

"I don't know..." The old man stood up, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He secretly thought in his heart: "Could it be that the surrounding tribes are targeting our department?" He denied this idea as soon as he thought it up. This kind of strong man who masters the law and can change the celestial phenomena with his own thoughts is also one of the few strong men in the original heart , within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, there is not even one.

"Then what's going on?" The old man frowned deeply, unable to figure it out.

"Patriarch, what should we do now?" The beast-robed man only felt that a mountain was pressing on his shoulders, with a worried expression on his face.

The old man stroked his chin with his old fingers, thought for a while, and said: "Open the mountain protection formation, you and your clansmen, run away quickly."

"Yes!" The man in the beast robe bowed heavily.

"Escape? Can you escape?" Feng Xinxiao looked playful, and raised her hand to press against the void. With this press, streaks of blood-colored thunder thundered down from the thundercloud, like pouring rain, dense and urgent , to block out the sun.

And the powerful man in the imperial realm, known as the patriarch, flipped his old wrist, and a palm-sized stone statue flew out, growing in the wind, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a half-human, half-animal monster.

The stone statue is so thick that it feels like you are facing a mountain abyss.

On the ground, countless rune nodes form a circular array, covering the entire tribe.

Feng Xinxiao let out a light sigh, the voice was flat and indifferent, but when he heard the old man's ears, it sounded like a thunderbolt on dry land, directly causing his seven orifices to bleed, and in just a moment, the gray robe on his body was soaked in blood, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood. the average.

The thunder as fine as rain, within a hundred breaths, shattered the stone statue.

The entire tribe became a Jedi.

one place, two places...

Feng Xinxiao's understanding of the law of killing is getting deeper and deeper.

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The original heart is extremely mysterious and vast, no one knows what is here and what secrets it contains.

This is the most mysterious and unspeakable place in the Great Thousand World. The tribes that can survive in it are extremely powerful, and they must have a few powerful people in the imperial realm, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to live and multiply in the heart of the source.

The law of the jungle is the main theme of this world, and this will not change no matter how many thousands of years pass.

The so-called fairness only exists in the hands of the strong. If you are not strong, talking about fairness is just a joke.

And in the extreme east of the heart of the source, it is known as the corner of the sea and the cliff of the sky. It is surrounded by three towering peaks. Among the original heart, it can also be ranked in the forefront.

The sun is shining brightly, and the breeze is blowing gently on the earth, stirring the leaves and lifting the branches.

And in the middle of the three peaks, there is a small village with only a hundred houses, but the houses are much higher than the houses in ordinary farmyards. They are six or seven feet high. No matter how you look at it, it gives people a different kind Feel.

A clear stream runs through the village and spreads far away.

Beside the stream, a child with a thick head and a thick head stared at the stream quietly. He was only six or seven years old, but he was tall and broad-shouldered, much taller than ordinary humans, especially between his eyebrows, there was a star mark Looming, if you look closely, this dim star mark is exactly the same as the star mark between the eyebrows of the ancient witch clan in the long river of time.

Suddenly, the boy moved, his body was extremely flexible, like a gust of wind like a sword feather.

Raising his hand to grab it, he grabbed a spirit fish out of the water, held it in his hand, his eyes were full of joy, apart from being clear, it was simple, pure enough to make one's heart tremble.

Suddenly, a voice pretending to complain came from the house: "Everything has a spirit, jealous of Lingxuan, why don't you let the fish go?" The voice was a bit old, but it seemed kind and friendly. Just by listening to the voice, one could imagine I got it, this must be an old man with a kind face and kind eyes who can see through the prosperity and vicissitudes of the world.

Jealousy Lingxuan rolled his eyes and deliberately shook his head.

Pretend to say: "Never mind, never mind, God has the virtue of loving life, it is not easy for you to practice, this time, I will let you live." After finishing speaking, he threw the struggling spirit fish in his hand into the water, put on straw sandals, The steps are cheerful and light, pushing the door open and entering the house.

It was still daytime at this time, but a golden oil lamp was lit in the house, and what was even more strange was that the color of the flame of this oil lamp was also golden.

Next to the oil lamp, an old man with a gray beard sat on a wooden bench.

Holding a bamboo stick in his hand, he shook his body slightly, and lightly picked the wick, and the light of the oil lamp suddenly became much brighter, golden, as if it could drive away the severe cold and bring light. The figure of the old man was also reflected on the window, swaying non-stop. At this moment, the wick made a hissing sound and split into three parts. Although the oil lamp was not extinguished, it was much dimmer.

The old man's bark-like hand trembled, and he just paused in mid-air.

After a full ten breaths, the hanging arm came back, put down the bamboo stick, gently rubbed the center of the eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "The wick is scattered into three petals, which is a bad omen. This time, it may happen." It's a big deal..." As he said, he rolled up his sleeves, and the six-petalled tortoise shell engraved with runes fell down, spinning continuously on the table, and the weird runes on it kept beating.

"The barbarian of the Wubu is jealous of evil, and sacrifices a hundred lifespans to spy on the avenue of fortunetelling, enlightenment!"...

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