Chapter 909 Confused

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ouyang Ming shrank his neck.

He just felt cold all over his body, and a chill came out from the bone marrow and every pore in his body. He shook his head and replied, "I don't know, but don't worry too much. If the sky doesn't fall, even if it does, there will be something." Stand tall."

Now, Ouyang Ming is no more than a high-level spirit.

How could he solve such a catastrophe that existed for tens of thousands of years and was difficult for even the peak of the Venerable?

No matter how big your stomach is, how much you can eat, how much you can do, these words can be put anywhere. If Ouyang Ming rolls up his sleeves and says don't worry, everything is up to me, then he is overreaching, I don't know The sky is high and the earth is thick.

Although Ouyang Ming is proud, he is not a fool. On the contrary, he is very shrewd and careful, so he would not say such a thing. Of course, in the face of the catastrophe, he will still prepare carefully and do what he can.

Outside the ancient pagoda, the multi-armed vajra stood beside the black river, his aura was extremely violent, and there was a faint sign of going berserk.

He had to worry that ever since Ouyang Ming entered this dilapidated ancient tower, the contract he made with Ouyang Ming in his spiritual world seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. No matter how he called in the spiritual world, Ouyang Ming did not answer, and when he reached out the spiritual power, there was a ripple visible to the naked eye on the ancient pagoda, and the spiritual power protruded by the multi-armed king kong Absorb it all.

He looked gloomy, looked at the big bamboo rat, and said in an extremely cold voice, "What's the matter, why can't I even feel the breath once the master enters the ancient pagoda?"

The big bamboo rat sat quietly under the big bell, opened his eyes, revealing the vicissitudes of life, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, the time is not up, even if you are impatient, it will not help, it will come out when it is time to come out."

This remark made Dobby Vajra's teeth itch for a while, the violent aura from his body scattered, and with a muffled growl, the aura in his body was surging, just like the drizzle in the rainy season, it was continuous, and there was a black light shining on his fist , a phantom of an ancient ape exactly like him descended from ancient times, with a long breath.

Seeing his right arm swell, suddenly, like an angry tornado sweeping the river, he punched the dilapidated ancient pagoda.

With a roar of energy, all the spiritual energy within tens of feet in front of him exploded, condensing countless tiny cyclones out of thin air. But the moment he approached the ancient pagoda, there was a glint of light above the ancient pagoda, and a strange cold wind blew in. This majestic punch dissipated in an instant, without even a ripple, and the anger in the eyes of the multi-armed Vajra was even greater. .

But at this moment, two light spots flashed above the ancient pagoda, the light was dim and very obvious.

The big bamboo rat chuckled and said, "Don't worry fellow daoists, they have already entered the second floor of the ancient pagoda."

The multi-armed vajra was stunned, and then all the energy in his body was dissipated, and the phantom of the ancient ape behind him also faded away.

And the little bamboo rat chattered non-stop beside the big bamboo rat, and the big bamboo rat didn't bother, just listened quietly, throwing stones into the black river from time to time, with a free and easy mood.

After the ancient pagoda flashed once, it kept flashing like an addiction.

Every time it flashes, it means that Ouyang Ming and Da Huang are in that position.

"The third floor, the fourth floor..." It wasn't until the seventh floor that the speed slowed down.

The worries in the Dobby Vajra's heart also dissipated. Sometimes he looked into the distance, and sometimes he turned his eyes back to the ancient pagoda. He was in a great mood. But at this time, Ouyang Ming in the ancient pagoda was in a very bad mood, and his heart was extremely chaotic. He thought he could find some clues in this ancient pagoda.

Let yourself push the surface with a little bit and understand some more substantive things.

But the mural has been seen seven times, one on each floor, but Ou Yangming didn't even sort out the clues, instead it was like a pile of mess, which became more and more chaotic as he sorted it out.

Ouyang Ming let out a breath of foul air, and walked up the yellow corridor to the eighth floor.

But this picture made Ou Yangming's face change drastically and his breathing became short of breath.

Because of this mural, the painting looks like Huijian Peak outside the Death Forest. The mountain peak is like a blood-stained long sword, extremely sharp, piercing into the sky. But at this time, Huijian Peak was surrounded by a small village with only forty or fifty families, with smoke curling up from the kitchen and a brook gurgling.

With a thought, Ouyang Ming has already entered the world in the painting.

From a distance, he saw an old man coming from a distance. The old man had a gray beard, shabby clothes, and was travel-stained. He was carrying a sword box on his back. The outside of the box was wrapped with a layer of rags, which swayed gently behind him in the wind.

A six or seven-year-old child is holding an arc-shaped leaf in his right hand. There is water in the leaf, and a small goldfish swims in the water. The child's eyes were so pure that it made one's heart tremble. Although there was a trace of fear in the eyes of the old man, they were more curious, without thinking, and took the initiative to walk over with cheerful steps.

He smiled and asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

The old man squatted down, smiled kindly, touched the child's head, and said softly: "Passing by, what is this place?"

The child thought about it for a while, and answered very simply, "This is Xiaohe Village!"

Then he turned his eyes, looked at the sword box behind the old man, pointed at it, and said, "What's in it?"

"A precious sword!" The old man's voice was gentle, with a sense of vicissitudes that children could not feel.

"Wow, really? I haven't seen a sword yet!" The child exclaimed, his eyes full of joy.

The old man carrying the sword case lifted the ribbon on his shoulder, and the sword case moved up two inches, and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Xu Aoran!" The child was still staring at the sword case intently.

"The name is very good." The old man praised.

The old and the young looked at each other in silence, after a long while, Xu Aoran bit his lower lip lightly, with a look of reluctance in his eyes: "Here, here, this is for you, can you show me the sword?" He circled the sword in his hand The leaves were handed over, and there was a goldfish in the leaves.

"A goldfish?" The old man frowned.

"No!" Xu Aoran pretended to be old-fashioned, and shook his head: "This is my childhood." After finishing speaking, Xu Aoran looked proud.

The old man whose heart lake has not seen waves for a thousand years was stunned for a moment, nodded and said good, and reached out to take the goldfish.

Not seeing any movement from him, the sword box rolled up behind him, tearing the rags on it, and then, a blue light shot out, and the three-foot green peak let out a low cry, the sword energy was mighty for nine thousand miles, remaining in the world for three hundred years.

The old man raised his arm slightly, pointed at it, and swiped the long sword outward, making a loud roar. Not far away, Huijian Peak, which was as sharp as a sword and embedded in the clouds, was swept away by the sword energy.

"Want to learn?" The old man smiled with a smug expression on his face.

"Think!" Xu Aoran nodded, the picture disappeared again, and Ouyang Ming also recovered from the chaotic state.

"That's not right, isn't Huijian Peak transformed from a giant sword flying from the sky in the legend?" Ouyang Ming muttered to himself, his eyes becoming more and more confused.

Da Huang glanced at him worriedly, patted his shoulder lightly, and said, "Xiao Mingzi, are you alright?"

Ouyang Ming shook his head and made up his mind that after going back this time, he must go back and look around Jianfeng. Whether he can find clues is another matter.

At the same time, he also kept the two extremely crucial information of Xiaohe Village and Xu Aoran in his heart.

After a while, he stepped out step by step into the realm of meticulousness and harmony between man and nature. After observing every thing on this layer several times, he recalled it in his mind for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, Step up to the ninth floor.

Suddenly, Ouyang Ming felt his eyes light up, and then, a picture he had never seen before appeared in front of him.

Countless people dressed in black appeared in front of one of his altars, with sincere eyes and offerings in their hands. In the center of the altar, a thousand-foot-long green dragon was carved out of a piece of bluestone. This green dragon is lifelike, with a pair of black horns growing on its head, and there are hidden black lights flowing. While the men in black below had crazy faces, worship in their eyes, and they knelt down on the ground one after another.

Ou Yangming regained his composure from the picture, and said in a low voice: "Dragon? But why is there a sacrifice?" He just felt that everything was confusing, and he couldn't find a clue in his mind.

Rhubarb also opened his eyes and grinned.

After searching for a while in the last floor of the ancient pagoda, just after turning a corner, a picture appeared in Ouyang Ming's sight.

This picture is a bit dilapidated, and the aura is much more vicissitudes than the ancient pagoda. Ouyang Ming looked carefully and found Huijian Peak in the picture, and the place name is marked in blood in this picture, just like in the middle of the map Draw a lotus flower. The lotus hall is marked next to it, and there is a blue dragon drawn not far from the bloody hall, marking the Dragon Temple.

Ouyang Ming frowned his heroic eyebrows, and thought to himself, where are these places?

Without hesitation, he devoted himself to memorizing and memorized the map in his heart. After confirming that he would not forget it, he raised his hand and destroyed the map without leaving any traces.

At this moment, his heart was extremely confused, and he thought to himself, what is the connection between Hui Jianfeng, Xu Aoran and that old man, and where is this map? Just judging from the picture, the scene described in this picture is extremely distant, extremely peaceful, and full of aura.

The scene it describes runs counter to the forest of death.

Just like light and darkness, opposite each other.

Ouyang Ming had many thoughts in his mind, but he still couldn't figure it out.

After a while, he let out a foul breath, shook his head and said, "I don't want to, I will figure it out in the future. What I understand now is just the tip of the iceberg. Trying to use this point to restore the appearance of the entire iceberg is simply a dream .”

But Ouyang Ming had a vague feeling in his heart that the murals in the tower, this map, and the forest of death were all closely related to the catastrophe that occurs once every ten thousand years. Moreover, after seeing the map, the sense of calling in their minds mysteriously disappeared.