Chapter 977 Surprise Change

The cool wind came and rolled up Ouyang Ming's sleeves.

He rubbed his chin, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's really strange, the Great Ruins is really too big, you can encounter anything."

"That's right, the secrets buried in this cursed world are as endless as the bones it buries." He Jian's face was like old tree bark, squeezed together forcefully, and his face was full of compassion.

Ouyang Ming didn't answer, and stepped onto the terrace with a few instant steps. His current aura is no different from that of the natives in the Great Ruins, no one cares at all. Moreover, most of the monks on the terrace concentrated their minds and held their breath, tempering the aura in the dantian.

What's more, in these years, there have been quite a few outside monks who have entered the Great Ruins, and it can even be described as a lot. These natives have long been familiar with it.

Ouyang Ming glanced around, already thinking about it, and thought to himself, there are only three high-level spirits here, and only a few dozen middle-level spirits.

At this moment, a female voice echoed in Ouyang Ming's ears: "Hmph, you're overthinking yourself. The last time you met my brother and I, you already saved your life. How dare you come here to fight for fortune!"

Ouyang Ming frowned slightly, and when he looked over, it was the young woman he had met before, but he didn't take it to heart, she was just a low-level spirit with a messy breath, just an ant.

Seeing that Ouyang Ming "dare not" to answer, Ke Xinyue's eyes became even more contemptuous, the corners of her mouth raised, she moved her beautiful eyes away, and looked at the gradually rolling black mist.

Ke Yanshuo and Ke Xinyue stood side by side, with a look of displeasure in their eyes, but they didn't say much.

Suddenly, the black mist rolled up like boiling water.

In the depths of the Black Mist Mountain, a huge spring is looming, spewing out a black mist about ten feet high, rolling up into the sky circle after circle, and then falling from the sky.

At the same time, ten terraces with the size of tens of feet appeared in the black mist!

One, two, more and more... Finally, ten steps of terraces are formed, like a curved snake, stretching towards the depths of the black mist.

He Jian's eyes lit up, and he said, "Brother Yu, step on the terrace, go deep into the black mist, and then jump over the spring, and you will be able to leave this black mist mountain!" But there was a strong look of doubt.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him like this, Ouyang Ming asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I always have an ominous feeling." He Jian's face darkened, like a piece of dead bark.

Neither of them moved, but quietly watched!

Countless sounds of piercing the sky resounded, and various lights of different colors burst into the sky.

"Go away!" Ke Yanshuo slapped his palm in the air, the palm wind was fierce, because the speed was too fast, there was a rolling thunder sound, which was extremely frightening.

In vain, a silver arc condensed out of thin air, and like a dragon, it blasted away at the black mist corpses in front of it. Wherever it passed, these countless corpses all turned into pieces of meat and fell into the black mist.

Immediately afterwards, he slapped the space bag.

He took out the one-foot-tall bow, sat on the horse with his waist down, and waved the arrow string in his hand.

Ten arrow feathers transformed from aura condensed out of thin air,

Draw ten bloody arcs and shoot them out.

This is Lianzhu Arrow, one arrow is faster than the other, under the accumulation of strength, it will become heavier and bigger, without any skills, it is just a simple one-strength reduction of ten times.

Ke Xinyue's figure is agile and elegant, full of unspeakable beauty, like a warrior on the tip of a knife, walking among corpses in the black mist.

Ou Yangming turned his eyes back, laughed at himself and said, "No wonder you look down on me, it turns out you have the ability."

"No matter how capable you are, can you compare to Brother Yu?" He said in a flat voice, and smiled lightly.

Ouyang Ming was speechless for a moment, with a helpless smile on his face, not knowing how to answer.

Waiting and watching for another quarter of an hour, and when nothing happened, He Jian touched his chin with his finger and said softly: "Brother Yu, I must be overthinking. Let's go, if you don't take advantage of this opportunity, you have to wait another three months." The only way to pass is by stepping on the terrace. After all, there is a strong corrosive atmosphere in this black mist. Under the Venerable, one will die if touched. Moreover, in the sky, one cannot use spiritual power to fly, which is also extremely weird .”

As soon as the voice fell, he stepped out.

Every step can be seen clearly, but the speed is extremely fast. This sense of contradiction and unity makes people dazzled. After a few more glances, even the mind will be sucked into it.

Although he is only a peak spirit person, in terms of mental state and cultivation level alone, ordinary venerables may not be able to compare with him. After all, He Jian has experienced too many ups and downs in his life, and seen too many changes in human relationships.

Ouyang Ming's speed is not much slower than him, since the last time he came back to Jianfeng to realize the Tao.

There is a faint feeling of floating in the mind, which is a precursor to the flight of the physical body.

"Boom..." With a loud noise, the Black Mist Mountain suddenly turned into a vortex composed of mist.

The jet-black mist swirls rapidly in one direction, and fine black arcs are formed in the vortex, interweaving into a net.

The tyrannical suction came out from the vortex, stirring nothingness. If you really want to describe it, it looks like a giant with a height of 1000 feet, holding a mountain peak in his hand, constantly stirring the mist in the black mist mountain.

Countless spiritual beings sank their weight and planted their feet on the terrace.

"Ah! I don't want to die, who can save me!" A novice spirit man with a scar on his face was holding on to the balcony with both hands, half of his body was floating in the air, his clothes were rattling, his hair was messy, and his face was full of bruises. With a look of horror, he only persisted for two breaths before being sucked into the vortex.

The moment he first came into contact with the black mist, a poisonous insect that was hard to see with the naked eye flew out of the black mist.

Drill into his body along the pores and seven orifices. If this scene is seen by people with intensive phobia, their hair and fine hairs will stand on end in an instant, because there are endless such poisonous insects.

After only one breath, the monk with the scar on his face screamed sharply, as if he had experienced the most painful thing in the world, his face twisted ferociously.

Bright red vines sprang out from the pores, mouth, tongue, top of the head, and even from the eyeballs. In an instant, his body was covered with blood-colored vines, densely packed, but he still did not die, and he was even awake like never before. . He felt countless vines wriggling in his body, blood vessels, meridians, and even brain, he couldn't even self-destruct his dantian, he could only "watch" himself being swallowed up bit by bit.

Immediately afterwards, flower buds bloomed from the vine.

This flower bud is radiant, exuding brilliance, with a faint fragrance.

Suddenly, the flower buds were in full bloom, swaying with the wind, coquettish and beautiful, and the scent of this fragrance was instantly intense to the extreme.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming's heart felt creepy and a little terrified.

Glancing at the back, he felt a "thump" in his heart, and gave He Jian a look.

He Jian looked back with a wry smile on his face.

Finally, the life breath of the monk with the scar on his face dissipated completely.

The bewitching and beautiful flowers on his body quickly shattered, turning into blue halos, melting into the vortex like a dream.

The cultivator was left with only a pile of dry bones, some of which were yellow, as if he had been dead for decades, and fell directly into the mist.

One, two, three...

More and more junior spiritual monks were sucked into the black mist and turned into a pile of dead bones.

And because these monks merged into the black mist, the fog became thicker and thicker, to the point where it felt as if it would drown the terrace.

"This... what the hell is this?" A disciple of an aristocratic family wearing a gray gown looked terrified and felt terrified. He glanced back and felt his head buzzing, and immediately screamed: "Where's the rear... the terrace at the rear?" His eyes were full of madness. After all, the weird scene before had frightened him out of his wits. That kind of death is the real life that is worse than death.

Only then did everyone realize that the rear terrace had disappeared at some point.

In other words, they have no way out.

The panic spread rapidly, and more and more monks were sucked into the vortex by the huge suction.

Ouyang Ming stabilized his figure, with bitterness on his face, and asked, "Senior He, what...what's going on?"

He Jian closed his eyes, and the memory rolled in his mind like a tide. After a while, he lifted his head up, looked at Ouyang Ming, shook his head, and said, "Brother Yu, I have never heard of such a situation! "His voice was indifferent, but there was a sense of fear in his mind, and he felt that his heart was jumping with fear, as if there was something extremely terrifying in the black mist.

Although Ouyang Ming had expected it long ago, when he heard this answer, he was still a little disappointed in his heart, and kept thinking about the way to break the situation in his mind.

On the front terrace, three high-ranking spirits stood side by side, their eyes extremely gloomy.

"Brother Xu, what should we do?" As he said that, he looked at the big monk with a big ax beside him.

"Brother Wen, I don't know! I have come to Heiwu Mountain to look for treasures dozens of times, and this is the first time I have encountered this situation." The man gave a wry smile, and inserted his giant ax into the terrace to resist the attack from the whirlpool. With the suction force, his clothes and hair floated in the direction of the vortex, and his heart was already filled with fear.

The vortex turned faster and faster, and the suction force of the explosion became stronger and stronger, as if it could pull people's souls into it.

"Forget it, sooner or later you'll die, so it's better to give it a go!" The high-ranking spirit man beside the man roared, with a look of madness in his eyes.

The words fell silent, I saw him biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, spewing out a big mouthful of blood, his body inflated like a balloon, turned into a beam of blood, and shot out. But just after flying into the air, countless green vines came entangled. He was surrounded tightly in an instant, and he was dragged into the black mist. Not long after, a shrill scream came out from the black mist, the high-level spirit——dead.

All the monks who saw this scene felt a chill in their bones, spreading to every cell in their bodies. I was so terrified that even my body trembled. ...

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