Chapter 887 Dragon Clan Secret Technique

With a thought, a mental storm swept through the bloody world, turning into a storm that kept spinning.

The sky, the earth, the mountains, the woods, everything trembled, and the blood-colored centipede seemed to be standing on the opposite side of the whole world, even the space was constantly squeezed.

It whined, and its body had been torn apart inch by inch by the storm. Immediately, the blood-colored world collapsed instantly, and the red silk threads all over the sky merged into Ouyang Ming's spirit. Only this mutated blood crystal increased his mental power. One percent.

After all the red mist was absorbed, he opened his eyes, and there were two deep vortexes in his eyes, which seemed to be completely lost if he just took a look at them. What a pair of eyes, so deep and pure.

He shook his shoulders lightly, and thought to himself, this blood crystal can increase mental strength, not just restore it, no wonder the Tianwai Pavilion will hold a hunting meeting. And he would rather send out the meteorite than exchange it.

If he hadn't entered the blood-colored world by chance and absorbed the remaining spiritual power of the black-feathered centipede, he would not have known this secret. Of course, this is also related to his meticulous mind and unwillingness to let go of a single detail.

Ou Yangming took out a blood crystal of a peak beast, his eyes were blazing, and he murmured in his heart that the recovery effect of peak beasts on spiritual power was slightly stronger than that of high-level mutant beasts. I don't know how much spiritual power can be increased after absorbing , no more hesitation, Ouyang Ming followed suit, and soon, the spiritual power in this blood crystal was completely absorbed by Ou Yangming.

However, this result disappointed him quite a bit. The blood crystal of a single peak ferocious beast can only increase by a little more than 1%.

He frowned slightly, secretly guessing in his heart, maybe there are other secrets about this high-level blood crystal that he hasn't noticed yet.

In this way, after half an hour, Ouyang Ming had absorbed dozens of blood crystals, and opened his eyes, as if two arcs flashed in the room, a domineering intent swept across all directions.

After dozens of breaths, Ouyang Ming closed his eyes again.

With a low growl in his heart, lines of golden characters immediately appeared in Ouyang Ming's mind.

"When I think about the shattering of the stars, when I think about the drying up of the rivers and seas, everything in the world is born or prospers, or dies or perishes, all in my mind." As soon as Ouyang Ming read a few words, a domineering meaning of dominating all things immediately disappeared. The words echoed between the lines, filling his mind.

Then look down, just read the first general chapter of the formula, the voice of gods and demons, gathering Qi and exhaling, one word can be the law of the world.

Ou Yangming kept browsing in the spiritual world and spent a cup of tea.

He opened and closed his eyes, let out a breath of foul air, and said in his heart, only reciting the formula is a secret method based on the spirit of the dragon clan, while I have the unique spiritual world of the phoenix clan, and my spiritual power is only strong but not weak.

Moreover, the only prominent feature of this set of spiritual formulas is domineering, which can be cultivated with tyrannical spiritual power, a kind of domineering that can despise all things. Of course, with the strength of Ouyang Ming's spiritual power, the one who can cultivate now is no more than the first. The voice of gods and demons in the general chapter.

Ouyang Ming gathered his breath, constantly trying to figure out the artistic conception in the formula, trying to blend into it.

In a blink of an eye, it was already bright, but Wei Nian Jue didn't even have a clue.

He was not in a hurry, the more difficult it was to get started, the higher the level of the formula.

He breathes into the purple air rising from the sky, and in his heart he is imagining the snow-capped mountains in the spiritual world. During this period of time, the image of Xu Junqing always appeared in his mind,

I always think of what she said in the sixth team.

"The sky is the chessboard and the stars are the sons!" Ouyang Ming muttered to himself, as if he had an extra Kunpeng in his chest.

Generally speaking, Ouyang Ming is an ordinary person, he doesn't have a heart for the world, he just wants to live his own life, leisurely and plain.

But he also has people he cares about, Old Craftsman, Wu Hanning, Ni Yinghong, Bai Shixue... That's why he forced himself to keep moving forward, but in the sixth battle, when he and Xu Junqing ended in a draw, Xu Junqing didn't He won, but he lost, lost to himself, lost to the courage to embrace the world. At that time, he was thinking whether his path was wrong, whether he should take up this burden.

That's why as soon as he returned to Wu's house, he studied the secrets of blood crystals and practiced only thoughts.

He also felt that his martial arts cultivation was indeed a bit low, but there was always a thought in his mind that it was not the time to improve now.

After an unknown amount of time, Ouyang Ming walked into the small courtyard, slapped the space bag with both hands, and a spear with a unique pattern blew softly, and flew out with a fighting spirit, setting off countless waves of air.

Ouyang Ming gripped the spear tightly and controlled the spear with spiritual power, controlling his own spiritual power and muscles meticulously.

Sweeping towards the rear, there is nothing particular about this move, it is done at will, but it is flexible and changeable, it is difficult to figure out, it can rush or retreat in all directions at the same time, retreat can be defended, advance can be attacked, countless spear shadows are like Deep dragons go out to sea and tigers go out to the mountains. Countless fallen leaves swirl in the courtyard and turn into countless small cyclones. Suddenly, there is a row of tiny holes on the fallen leaves, which is terrifying and frightening.

Ouyang Ming's spear changed, his arm straightened, he raised it upwards, withdrew the gun and pulled it back.

Wherever the gun shadow passed, the spiritual energy was crushed out in all directions by this tyrannical force, and there was a violent whistling sound.

Gradually, the whistling sound became louder and denser, and more and more moves were made. Some moves are like a volcanic eruption, extremely violent, fast and ruthless, killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred, paying attention to head-on force, strong against strong; The cold wind, like the gangrene of the tarsal bones, cannot be shaken off no matter what; while some moves are majestic and majestic, as if any conspiracy or trick pierced by this spear will be shattered. Covering the courtyard, looking from a distance, the gun light was so shocking that even the sun's rays in the sky were suppressed.

In Wu's study, Xue Yan raised his head and drank a big mouthful of burning knife.

Immediately, the mouth, throat, stomach... even every pore of the whole body was filled with the smell of alcohol. This strong stimulation directly shocked him. He narrowed his eyes comfortably, exhaled a mouthful of mist, and said with a light smile : "Good wine, strong enough, this kind of wine tastes good, men, you have to drink the strongest wine..."

Sitting opposite him, Wu Xiaohuang looked a bit unkind, and said with a sneer, "Now that I've drunk the wine, this chess game has dragged on for almost a month, so it's not a problem to put it here, brother Xue, do you have time today?" ?”

The old god Xue Yan was there, calm and unfazed, he raised his head and drank a big sip of wine, breathing comfortably.

On the contrary, he took the lead, and with full momentum, he glared fiercely, and said: "Brother Wu, don't wrong the good man, when did I play chess with you, this style of chess is obviously wrong, no play, no play." As he spoke, he was impatient waved his hand.

Wu Xiaohuang was stunned for a moment, he really didn't expect that Xue Yan would not quit if he couldn't say no, this is the "truth" that if he doesn't quit, he won't lose, right?

But immediately the anger rose from the heart, and the evil turned to the guts, and he yelled: "Old man, you still have to be shameless, at such an age, are you still acting like a fool?"

Xue Yan's face was not flushed, and his heart was not beating. He drank the wine comfortably, and said with emotion while drinking: "It's better in winter. The taste of wine is different, and it can warm you up, hehehe."

At this moment, a roar came from a distance.

The two looked at each other, their expressions changed slightly, and they turned into two whirlwinds and rushed out.

Seeing the situation in Ouyangming's courtyard, Xue Yan said with a wry smile: "Boren told me last night that Yu Tianrui's martial arts is advanced, and he can't do more than ten moves in his hands. I thought he said It's too exaggerated. But... Judging from the dozens of different marksmanship methods today, it is not bad to be able to take five moves instead of ten moves."

Wu Xiaohuang also took a breath, and asked tentatively: "You said how brother Tianrui cultivated, it's unreasonable, moreover, his cultivation is no more than middle-level spirit masters, but he feels higher than ordinary spirit masters The rank is still a lot stronger."

Xue Yan sighed, and there was a bit of exasperation in that voice: "If I knew, I would be the Venerable!"

After a while, the two exchanged a look, and saw the firmness in each other's eyes.

This time, the Wu family and the Xue family did find a treasure.

Of course, it wasn't just the two of them who thought this way, even the venerables of Wuzhifeng and the Beastmaster Sect thought so in their hearts.

But this kind of thought is the most intense or centrifugal. After all, Ouyang Ming possesses the power of Phoenix and Dragon at the same time. It is a pity that he used the blood escape technique after the battle with the Venerable Beast, and he was seriously injured. Come out to stir up the wind and rain.

Ouyang Ming's body and mind are ethereal, falling into a state of nothing, no self, no self and nothing, and his guns are more casual.

Although the sword is slanted, it gives people the feeling of an antelope hanging its horns, and the blood flow in the body is accelerated, just like the water of the Yangtze River, turbulent and majestic, and a sense of heartiness arises spontaneously.

He let out a mouthful of foul air, and pressed the spear down.

In an instant, all the gun shadows in the small courtyard disappeared, and the spiritual energy calmed down.

Xue Yan and Wu Xiaohuang looked at each other, and exclaimed at the same time: "Release and release as you like, point your mind, and spear!" They thought they had already taken a high look at Ouyang Ming, but now it seems that not only did they not Look, it is underestimated, far underestimated.

After the shadow of the gun dissipated, Ouyang Ming didn't move in a hurry. After calming down the energy in his body, he slowly opened his eyes.

Xue Yan and Wu Xiaohuang rolled up their sleeves and landed in front of Ouyang Ming at the same time.

Wu Xiaohuang took half a step forward, said with a light smile, "I didn't expect Brother Tianrui's marksmanship to be so advanced, I admire you."

Ou Yangming flipped his wrist, put away the long spear, and replied: "Senior, you are serious. This kind of marksmanship cannot be fixed in the eyes of seniors. It's my fault. A moment of negligence made the yard a mess. I hope you don't take offense." .”

Wu Xiaohuang's throat moved slightly, and just about to speak, Xue Yan already had a smile on his face, waved his hand lightly, and replied: "It's okay, it's okay."

Wu Xiaohuang nodded, and added: "Huh? This yard is really too small, and it's a bit hard to use. How about it, turn around, and I'll find you another house. It's quieter there, and the yard is bigger. Study The formation will not be disturbed."

Ouyang Ming thought for a moment, then agreed with a smile.