Chapter 953 Entering the Great Ruins

The sky was dim, and there was a faint black mist surging, with a touch of blood.

The land is desolate, and there are crumbling gravel and dead branches everywhere, and as long as it is touched a little, it will be turned into dust.

The gray sunset slowly descended, hidden behind the mountains, a ray of slightly cold sunlight also disappeared, the world became silent, and the darkness flooded in, swallowing everything along the way.

It's early spring, which should be the most vibrant season of the year. But the Great Ruins was lifeless, as if everything was stained with gray, even the sunlight was no exception, like a completely forgotten world.

The setting sun was getting lower and lower, and the last ray of light passed over Ouyang Ming's body.

He looked up at the sky, and saw a storm spinning in vain, bursting out with an indescribable suction force, tearing everything around him into it, gravel, gravel, dead branches... The storm turned faster and faster, raging towards the distance go.

"It's really worthy of the name of the Great Ruins, it's really dangerous." Ouyang Ming chuckled lightly, taking pleasure in bitterness.

But at this moment, the direction of the storm changed in vain.

It rushed towards the place where Ouyang Ming was standing, and everything it passed was wiped out, and the earth was dragged by the storm to create a clear crack about ten feet wide.

"Hmph..." He snorted coldly.

The reaction was not slow at all, and his figure flickered, like an arc of lightning, piercing the sky.

But this storm was faster and came directly crushed.

"Vajra body protection!" Before he had time to take out the magic staff, he quickly made a tactic with both hands, and pushed forward, a yellow light enveloped him. This light was like a yellowed ancient scroll, very soft, but strong in defense .

Immediately, the storm only blew away the yellow awn, and after running over Ouyang Ming's body, it blew directly into the distance.

Ouyang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, took out the old sheepskin map, and observed it carefully, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any clues. The Great Ruins is so huge that it can be described as vast and boundless.

"Crack, creak!" The voice came from nowhere, and it seemed to shatter the soul in my ears.

"Food, delicious... food..." The voice was like a ghost crying over a grave, and the hairs on Ouyang Ming's body stood on end. Then, a blood-stained corpse rushed out from the darkness. Rotten flesh, tattered clothes, dripping blood, cloudy eyes, sharp fangs, like two daggers hanging upside down, blood-red fingers, lifeless nails.

The speed was extremely fast, and with five fingers gathered, it pointed at Ouyang Ming's chest and came out.

"Dead?" When Ouyang Ming saw the corpse, the tension in his heart calmed down. After pondering for a while, he took out the raging fire and chilling cicadas while stepping back.

Pointing forward with the staff in his hand, the black light surged on it.

He roared softly, "Stone Cone Technique!"

Under the reverberation of the voice, countless chaotic rocks flew through the air from all directions, densely packed, and went straight to the corpse.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces... Countless pieces, this cold bone corpse, which was extremely fierce in the Great Ruins, was just surrounded by stone cones.

It screamed sharply, its eyes were extremely fierce, its five fingers were like knives, and it turned the stone cones into powder, but there were too many stone cones.

The corpse gradually became unsupported, surrounded by stone cones, and turned into a huge ball, standing quietly on the ground.

With a thought in Ouyang Ming's mind, golden spiritual power surged out.

Probe into the head of this corpse. After all, he has just entered the Great Ruins, and what he needs to do now is to have the most comprehensive and detailed understanding of this place.

To Ouyang Ming's surprise, the spiritual power went deep into the corpse's mind without any hindrance. What surprised him was that there was no useful information at all, and all the memories were buried in the drifting mist.

He rubbed his chin, pondered for a while, tightened his five fingers, and pinched it hard. The ball made of stone cones kept collapsing towards the center. This corpse was completely crushed into powder by the stones.

Ouyang Ming took a step forward and walked forward slowly.

Not long after, a rustling sound came from the darkness.

Immediately, a cold light flashed from an arrow feather, and it came straight to the center of Ouyang Ming's eyebrows. The arrow feather kept spinning, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, stirring up the aura, and came out of nowhere.

"Hmph!" Ouyang Ming snorted coldly, and raised his hand to grab it.

When it fell, the arrow feather had been broken into two pieces, and he chased after him.

I saw a child about seven years old running fast, without shoes, the muscles on his body were like horned dragons, and he looked extremely strong. The most frightening thing was his eyes, which did not have the innocence that this age should have, and looked extremely indifferent , was still stained with a bit of blood.

Ouyang Ming let out a soft "Hey" and grabbed him, making him unable to move.

With a cold voice, he asked, "Who are you?"

"You don't need to worry about it!" The boy paused every word, and a terrifying fierceness erupted from him.

"Huh, the mouth is really tough!" Ouyang Ming's hands increased strength, the child's body was lowered and lowered, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve slid out.

"Die, go die!" The child kept struggling, the blood in his body was boiling hot, and a black line on his body lit up. The most strange thing was that between his eyebrows, an inch-long stripe was faintly visible.

Ouyang Ming's face remained unchanged, and he thought to himself, such a strong force, stepping into the extreme realm at the age of six or seven is already a fairy tale, if it is in the outside world, why not be protected like a treasure by the major sects? The most important point is that this is not an ordinary extreme state. In terms of strength alone, even ordinary spirits are not as strong as this child.

Of course, in Ouyang Ming's hands, this kind of power is not even qualified to toss.

"It's really strange!" He shook his head, his eyes full of curiosity.

After a stalemate for a quarter of an hour, the whole world was completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers. The night was like a wild beast that chooses to eat people, devouring it.

"I'll let you go, how about you tell me who you are?" Ouyang Ming tried his best to soften his voice.

The child thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and the fierceness in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

But just as Ouyang Ming's hand was removed, the boy bent over and grabbed the dagger. Ouyang Ming is also a bold man with high skills, so he deliberately slowed down his movements, waiting for him to grab the dagger. But the moment the boy grasped the dagger, instead of retreating, he turned around and stabbed Ouyang Ming's heart, fast and ruthless, without leaving any leeway.

"Boom..." With a roar, the child was pushed to the ground by Ou Yangming again, and half of his body fell into the mud.

He didn't yell or yell, but the ruthlessness in his body had reached the extreme.

Ouyang Ming stared at the child with a killing intent in his heart.

As if sensing his thoughts, the child's body trembled a bit. Although he still acted recklessly, his jaw was tight and he never begged for mercy.

Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly. He has never killed an innocent person indiscriminately since he wandered in the lower realms until now. If the person in front of him was not a child, he would definitely not keep his hand. However, when looking at the trace of fear and unwillingness in the other party's eyes that he tried desperately to conceal, for some reason, his heart softened.

Perhaps, when he saw these eyes, he also thought of his own childhood.

Even in his most lonely and difficult time, he never bowed his head like fate.

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Ming loosened his fingers and let them go.

The child froze for a moment, then gave him a hard look, and then disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, there was a sudden change, and the black mist rolled in the sky. A pair of blood-colored pupils glanced down, and saw an arm that was about ten meters long suddenly tore the black mist, descended from the sky, and wiped away at the child's position. This strength is so strong that it has reached the high level of the spirit. It can be said that if Ou Yangming does not make a move, this child will undoubtedly die.

The barefooted child was also immobilized by this powerful momentum, his eyes frightened.

"Oh, forget it, since we met, it is fate, since there is fate, why not save you again?" Ouyang Ming murmured.

The idea is determined, to show the speed to the extreme, as if stepping on two hurricanes, rushing away, the speed is extremely fast.

He hugged the child's body and rushed out.

As soon as the two of them got out of the range of the palm, there was a loud noise, and a big pit of more than ten feet appeared out of thin air where the palm fell. At the same time, a circle of storm swept away towards the surroundings. The mid-level spirits will be completely wiped out if they touch it, not even a little ashes are left.

"Forget it, good people will do it to the end." Ouyang Ming took a breath, raised his hand, and completely blocked the storm.

He didn't notice that the child's expression was extremely complicated, with surprises, guilt, and all kinds of things, but more of it was unbelievable, yes, unbelievable, he refused to believe it, he was attacked twice before For someone who actually made such a decision, it was like a thousand-foot-high tide raging in his mind, smashing his inherent thinking to pieces.

In his heart, in this world, apart from darkness, there is only darkness.

But now, his world view has collapsed. Looking up at Ouyang Ming's side face, it is very clean, without any stubble.

Ouyang stretched his figure and went away in an instant. The speed was so fast that monks below the peak of the spirit couldn't stop it.

In the middle of the sky, black clouds rolled, and the scarlet eyes appeared again, and he roared in a muffled voice: "It's a good thing for Mr. Blood Hong, even if you are a peak spirit, you will definitely die, what a pure blood power, It's a pity, it's a pity..." The huge body turned into a black mist, which disappeared in vain.

Ouyang Ming didn't know how long he galloped until he was sure there was no danger.

Pushing the right hand outward, a soft force released from the palm of the hand, and put the child on the ground.

Without speaking, he walked into the distance.

The land is barren, and the north wind is whimpering. Although it is not cold, it makes people feel cool.

The child looked at his back, his eyes were full of confusion, he took a step forward, then backed away, hesitant in his heart.

When Ouyang Ming's back gradually disappeared under the horizon, he gritted his teeth and followed from a distance.

The sky is already bright, even if it is early morning, the light coming from the horizon still has a touch of gray, as if the sunlight is penetrating through the gray liquid, the earth, the sky, the rocks, the vegetation, everything is dyed a little bit. The layer of gray halo is so depressing that it makes one's heart palpitate. ...

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