Chapter 1106 Encounter

The breeze was blowing on the face, revealing a bit of refreshing coolness.

In the sky, a silver arc shuttled through the clouds, stirring up waves. Looking closely, it turned out to be a rare silver flying carpet.

There were two people sitting on the flying carpet, one old and one young, their auras were extremely powerful, shaking the void.

The young man has red lips and white teeth, delicate features, and the occasional domineering look between his brows proves that this person is not simple.

In the eyes of the old man, there seems to be a huge world, which is extremely deep, and it seems that one can absorb people's mind into it just by looking at it. The aura that emanated distorted all the space within ten meters around, and even the slanting sunlight couldn't fall down, blocked by an indescribable force.

These two people are exactly Ouyang Ming and Jiu Xie who had been living in holes before they came out from the Wu Department.

The old man clicked his lips, licked the skin of his lips, rubbed his fingers on the flying carpet, his eyes showed a touch of emotion, and said softly: "I didn't expect that brother Ou is actually a blacksmith master, such unspeakable items are all from the hands of my brother, It's unbelievable."

What he said was extremely sincere, without the slightest intention to flatter or elevate.

Although the witches are powerful, they don't forge magic weapons, they only temper their bodies with extremely negative and yang energy. In the process of forging, they are much weaker than the dragon and phoenix clans.

"The clan elders are over-reputed. It's actually not difficult to forge a flying carpet." Ouyang Ming looked at the continuous and ups and downs of the river below, and said softly. If these words are heard by other blacksmiths, I am afraid they will have to scold him for not knowing what is good or bad. What is forged is a flying carpet. Even in the Great Thousand World, how many blacksmiths can forge a flying carpet? Moreover, this is still a silver flying carpet.

Jealousy was also taken aback for a moment, and took a deep look at Ouyang Ming.

He has lived for endless years, met many people of all kinds, and what he said is true or false, you can tell clearly with just a glance.

Gently stroked his gray beard, and said with a smile, "It's not that it's not difficult to forge a flying carpet, but Brother Ou is extremely talented." In his feeling, Ou Yangming is too young, and it's hard for people to believe this age Not only is his cultivation level not weaker than those of the imperial realm, but even in the forging process, his attainments are astonishing.

Ouyang Ming smiled sheepishly, his eyes revealed the color of memory: "The patriarch is overrated, I'm just a little luckier than others."

Jealousy shook her head vigorously, and said seriously: "Luck is also a part of strength."

As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes and meditated.

In the sky, the flying carpet is as light as cotton wool, but its speed is getting faster and faster.

As Ouyang Ming merged the blood power of the dragon and phoenix clan and the Shangjie clan, transformed into a spirit, stepped into another level of life, his mental strength skyrocketed, and he became more familiar with the flying carpet, and it could even be said that he could retract it freely.

At dusk, Ouyang Ming controlled the flying carpet and turned a corner.

Suddenly, a faint blood-colored light curtain flickered in the sky, and in an instant, even the afterglow of the setting sun was blocked by blood.

From a distance, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a fog of blood. The land is desolate and lonely, the mountains and rocks are scattered scattered, the vegetation is dense, and it is dark and deep. In the wilderness again, this kind of scene is enough to make almost eighty people feel a chill in their hearts.

"Strange, what's going on?"

Jealousy's eyes froze, his eyes flickered, his thoughts turned, and he stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

In an instant, even the slightest changes in the surrounding sky with the flying carpet as the core will clearly appear in his mind. It's not that he is cautious, but that in the original heart, there must be no mistakes if the heart is as careful as dust and walking on thin ice.

The sky was getting darker and darker, revealing a palpitating darkness, and the light on the ground seemed to be absorbed by an unknown substance.

At this moment, a roaring sound spread in all directions.

A ripple visible to the naked eye surged up, instantly shattering the light curtain to pieces.

It turned into countless wisps of extremely thick blood mist, rolling from the sky, with a majestic momentum, like a mighty turbulent wave beating against the shore, mountains, rivers, spirit beasts... everything was shrouded in the blood mist.

"Who is it?" Ouyang Ming pursed his lips and rubbed the center of his brows lightly. He felt a familiar wave in the blood mist.

Without any hesitation, he tapped his toes lightly and jumped up from the flying carpet. Spiritual power surged in Danhu Lake. With his long sleeves rolled up, he put away the flying carpet and looked ahead with burning eyes.

The Wu tribe's face was gloomy, his center of gravity was shaking, his aura was slender and lingering, his old body swelled up, and the black light wrapped around his arms was like two dragons, sweeping away with a tyrannical aura, his figure flashed, and he was already blocking Ouyang Ming's body forward.

"Scatter it for me!" The old man's voice was not loud, but with a kind of overbearing that could shatter the sky, he raised his arm and pressed it in the air.

With this press, the blood-colored mist in the sky turned into a blood-colored vortex that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, as if stirred by a slender bamboo pole. Like Kowloon absorbing water, it finally turns into a wisp of white mist and dissipates quickly.

"Interesting, the blood of the ancient witch clan? But so what?"

At the moment when the blood mist was about to dissipate, an indifferent voice shook the spiritual energy.

It came from afar. Judging by the tone of the voice, the speaker should be a middle-aged man. There was awe-inspiring evil spirit in this voice, as if it came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Following the sound, a man in Chinese clothes stepped on the void and came slowly. His clothes fluttered, his eyes were pitch-black, and black arcs intertwined with each other, making him extremely ghostly.

Feng Xinxiao looked around, and finally landed on Ouyang Ming, with blood in her eyes flashing, she said: "Life really doesn't meet each other, the last time I was in the Feng Clan, if it wasn't for you, how could I have failed?"

Ouyang Ming didn't speak, and his face was calm.

"Why don't you dare to speak, are you afraid?" He sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Ouyang Ming's face was as usual, without any disturbance.

But Jealousy was furious, his head seemed to be covered by a dark cloud, and a force that could lift the sky burst out from him. You know, his cultivation already belongs to the top group of people in the Great Thousand World, even compared with Feng Mu, he is only half a step behind. Compared with the ordinary emperor who comprehend the law, he is not a little bit stronger. But now, a kid who has just learned the law dares to jump in front of him, how can he not be angry? What's more, Ouyang Ming was the one who broke the game calculated by his senior brother,

Jealousy pressed her right hand lightly on the center of her eyebrows, and suddenly, the dim star marks on the center of her eyebrows lit up instantly. The white awns scattered in all directions, setting off a gust of invisible wind, and growled in a low voice: "Samsara Fist!"

He is a descendant of the ancient witch clan, and even though countless precious inheritances were destroyed in the witch punishment battle, the reincarnation boxing is the three most important methods of the ancient witch clan, engraved into the bone marrow and imprinted into the soul, even if it is a thousand calamities, it will not be obliterated.

As soon as the words fell, the old man raised his arms and punched the sky with a fist. The wind of the fist swept across all directions, and the shadow of the fist was connected.

Under this punch, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and they swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger. For nine days and ten places, they all trembled and wailed incessantly.

Wherever the fist wind passed, countless spatial turbulence appeared out of thin air.

This is Samsara Fist, which has the power of arbitrariness through the ages.

"This... how could it be so strong?" Feng Xinxiao was startled, a crisis that he had never experienced before suddenly emerged in his mind. But there was nothing on his face, only his thin lips were pursed, and his right hand slapped the space pocket.

A burst of blood spread from his hand, and when it fell, a large cauldron flew out, and grew against the wind, until it finally became the size of a small mountain. The whole body of this big tripod was blood red, with a strong fishy smell, as if it had been taken out of a lake of blood. Inside the cauldron, countless obscure runes were engraved with a knife, making people dazzled.

The four sides of the cauldron are based on the four monsters of warding off evil spirits, fox fairy, judge, and Xingtian. It looks like it came out, revealing a rich scarlet glow.

It gives people a feeling of being like a mountain facing an abyss, it is so heavy that it can crush mountains and suppress the heavens and worlds.

The blood on the cauldron flickered on and off, Feng Xinxiao quickly made a tactic with both hands, interlaced index and middle fingers, making a flower shape, and pushed outward. The coquettish and strange cauldron shook with a loud bang, turned into a beam of blood, and slammed away against the fist wind that could knock the sky down. The speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch it, and it was fleeting.

At this time, from Ou Yangming's perspective, he could see the strength of his fist sweeping across the sky, like a black waterfall hanging upside down from a mountain peak, with a tyrannical aura that could shake the sky. Between heaven and earth, the roars of countless gods and demons suddenly sounded. If it's just that, it's fine, the key point is that the style of the fist reveals the mellow feeling of the way of reincarnation, without any flaws. This punch can sweep the heavens.

On the other side, the cauldron exudes a vicissitudes of life and simplicity. In vain, the bloody light spreads in all directions, covering the whole world, and a sense of gloom spreads out.

Around the cauldron, countless blood-colored bubbles suddenly appeared, exuding a touch of damp heat, and exploded lightly with a "bang". The sound was extremely subtle at first, but gradually became denser as time went on. Hearing it, it was like a magic sound piercing through the ears, and the mind felt like falling into a world of blood.

"boom……"

An earth-shattering roar turned into sound waves and swept away. Wherever it passed, mountains, rivers, spirit beasts, everything was torn apart and turned into a blood light, covering a range of hundreds of miles. This sound is like the sound of bells and drums, like Huang Zhong Dalu, it can suppress all the sounds in the world. Immediately, pieces of aura exploded. Space is destroyed and then reborn, born and then destroyed, and the evolution is infinitely mysterious.

An extremely violent gray ripple tore apart again, the mountains stretching for hundreds of miles below collapsed, the rocks pierced through the air, and the whole land fell inch by inch.

This is the horror of those who comprehend the laws of the imperial realm.

A random blow is contaminated with the power of law and can destroy everything.

Ouyang Ming's eyes showed emotion, his gaze passed over Feng Xinxiao, and he thought to himself, why is he so strong? How long has it been since we saw you? You know, when they met for the first time, he had the strength to crush Feng Xinxiao, but now, he actually felt a deep crisis in Feng Xinxiao. ...

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