Chapter 978: The Wind Rises

The black mist rotated rapidly, and there were bursts of roaring sounds.

Countless electric arcs flickered, sparking sparks, and the speed of rotation exploded. The electric arc was like countless sharp blades cutting on everyone's skin, making people unable to open their eyes. Even middle-level spiritualists had to use all their strength to resist this powerful suction, like walking on thin ice.

Witnessing a high-level spiritual being being sucked into the black mist by green vines, the shock brought by it is indescribable.

What's more, less than 10% of the people who were on the huge terrace before remained, and they were all low-level spirits, who couldn't resist the suction at all.

Except for Ou Yangming and a few others, everyone thought desperately in their hearts, this time, I'm afraid I have to explain here.

This kind of death is worse than the shroud of horse leather, so at least it can earn a reputation, and this? I'm afraid there won't even be a whole piece of flesh and blood left.

"Hold on tight, don't let go!"

On the balcony, Yan Yanshuo pulled Ke Xinyue, and his fingers were tightly pinched together, they were all purple from strangulation.

Yan Yanshuo and Yan Xinyue are brothers and sisters, they grew up with golden keys in their mouths. The Ke family is located on the edge of the known area of ​​the Great Ruins, and it can be considered a first-class family. There are two peak spirits in the family, and the sphere of influence is enough for a hundred miles. The eyes are higher than the top, and the proud head is always raised.

But at this moment, Ke Xinyue no longer had the domineering look she had before, her long eyelashes blinked, her eyes were filled with mist, she looked pitiful.

"Brother, the spiritual power in my dantian is exhausted, I'm so tired, I have no strength." Her voice was no longer arrogant, and she fell into the mortal world.

"You have to persevere no matter what, if you are sucked into it, your life will be worse than death." Ke Yanshuo roared softly, his heart was already filled with fear, but he pretended not to care, and comforted Ke Xinyue.

At this moment, the suction force from the black mist vortex instantly increased.

Ke Xinyue's head sank, she became confused, her body softened in vain, and even the last bit of strength was exhausted. With a crisp "snap" sound from her wrist, she let go, and was swept away by this suction force.

"No—" Ke Yanshuo roared with red eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it.

The cold wind was sucked into her mouth, and Ke Xinyue woke up, feeling extremely desperate. Cold sweat broke out from the pores, and he wondered in his heart, did he just die like this? I don't want to die! I still have a lot of things to do? Moreover, this way of death looks too ugly...

Tears flowed out of her eyes, instead of rolling down her cheeks, they were directly sucked into the vortex, turning into a wisp of faint water vapor, and disappeared.

Who can help me? She prayed in her heart, prayed without stopping.

I promise to be a lady in the future, to practice hard, not to be picky when eating, and not to be overbearing when speaking. There were many thoughts in her mind, and all kinds of weird thoughts came out.

"If anyone saves me now, I will recognize him as a dual cultivator!" She growled in her heart and made a decision.

He Jian's throat twitched slightly, he took half a step forward, began to gather energy, and was about to make a move.

Ou Yangming took He Jian's subtle movements into his eyes, and shook his head: "Forget it, anyway, she helped me once, and she didn't have any bad intentions." Moreover, he didn't want to leave a cold and heartless feeling in He Jian's heart. image,

Since he also wanted to save him, he might as well give him a favor.

After all, as long as he becomes His Holiness. For Ouyang Ming, it will be a great help.

He believed in his heart that as long as He Jian broke the shackles and became a venerable, ordinary venerables might really be unable to stop the old man's sword.

With a firm mind, take a step, touch the terrace with your toes, and jump lightly.

The body shape is like a Kunpeng with wings spread, and when it rushes away, the aura in the dantian explodes, and the meridians flow instantly, and its own speed explodes even more violently.

The shock brought by this scene was simply unimaginable, and countless uproars erupted.

"This... is he crazy? It's courting death to dare to fly off the terrace with such a strong suction!"

"That's right, the high-ranking spiritual master didn't even escape using the blood escape technique!"

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The faces of these monks are complex and varied, including sneers, sarcasm, worries, and happiness... It seems to be full of all the flavors of the world.

But among them, the one with the most complex expression was Yan Yanshuo.

"Why is it him?" This voice roared in his head, making him feel like his face was on fire, with burning pain.

Especially when thinking about his previous attitude towards him, his heart was extremely bitter.

How could he have never imagined that such an ordinary-looking young man turned out to be such a great master? How old is he? The world in my mind seemed to have collapsed.

In the sky, Ou Yangming pulled his body away, rolled the mist, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he simply dissipated all the aura resisting the suction force on his body, and in an instant, his own speed reached

She hugged Ke Xinyue's slender waist like a weak willow supporting the wind, and a faint fragrance of virginity echoed in her nose.

Ke Xinyue's pupils shrank inward suddenly, with a look of disbelief on her face, no thoughts in her mind, she was in a daze, and subconsciously twisted her body.

After two breaths, she recovered from the shock and screamed: "This...this...how is it you!" She had already reached the point of incoherent speech, so one can imagine how shocked she was. degree.

If she didn't know Ouyang Ming, she wouldn't be like this.

Most importantly, she also laughed at Ou Yangming twice.

"Don't move!" Ouyang Ming's voice was cold, without any emotion. Even though Ruanxiang is in his arms, he still has no doubts in his heart.

In his heart, he didn't have a good impression of this unruly and arrogant woman, so he naturally wouldn't speak softly.

Ke Xinyue didn't dare to move any more, her arms were tightly wrapped around Ouyang Ming's shoulders, her long eyelashes trembling.

The tyrannical devouring power erupted from the black mist vortex, tearing towards Ouyang Ming, seeming to be able to suck everything in the world into it, and at the same time, countless green vines lingered towards Ouyang Ming.

Ouyang Ming's body moved towards the black mist vortex uncontrollably. He felt the pulling force on his body, looked at the green vines in the black mist, and took two consecutive breaths of cold air. The fire of the phoenix in his body was raging Burning, mobilized the aura in the dantian, condensed it in the palm of the left hand, his face turned cold, and he roared in a low voice: "Break it for me!"

Before the words fell, he pushed his left hand outward.

A white light flashed in the palm, and the tyrannical aura exploded directly.

A pulling force and the vines were smashed at the same time, and an extremely strong pushing force was generated.

Ouyang Ming's eyes lit up, he stepped on the void, moved his body a few times, and landed on the terrace.

"This...isn't this too dreamy?" A middle-level casual cultivator's voice dragged on, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"Yeah, it's hard to imagine, this person...what kind of cultivation is this person?" All the monks who saw this scene had this thought in their hearts at the same time.

As if he didn't know it, Ou Yangming glanced at Yan Yanshuo lightly, and said, "Take care of her." There was no wave on his face, and his voice was cold, as if they had never met each other.

Yan Yanshuo hurriedly nodded yes, full of surprises in his heart.

Instead of being angry, Ke Xinyue secretly said in her heart, how cool.

Ou Yangming came to He Jian's side with a flash, frowning together, thinking about the way to break the situation.

He Jian's face was gloomy, and he said: "Brother Ou, time is urgent, you follow behind me, I will try to see if I can cut away the black mist and vines behind me."

As the voice spread, everyone was overjoyed.

At this moment, an urgent thought came from the Poison Pill World. Ouyang Ming was startled for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

With a light wave of his sleeve, he said with a light smile, "Senior He, just watch me break through this black mist vortex!" As he spoke, he looked confident, as if he could break the sky, and an unspeakable charm emanated from him, People can't move their eyes.

If someone else said such a thing, He Jian would definitely scoff.

But when Ou Yangming said it, for some reason, every single word weighed as much as ten thousand jun, and seemed to be able to crush mountains.

What matters is not the word, but the person who uttered the word.

At this moment, Ouyang Ming was incomparably dazzling, as if he had gathered all the spirits in the world, and even his body seemed to be covered with a faint brilliance.

Ke Xinyue stared blankly at Ouyang Ming's back, thinking of the decision she had made between life and death, her cheeks were blushing slightly, her eyes seemed to contain autumn water, with inexplicable deep meaning.

And even some monks who had doubts about Ouyang Ming swallowed the words in their throats when they saw this scene.

Ouyang Ming didn't understand the complex emotions of the crowd, he moved lightly, and mist came out of his body.

Secretly using mental power to wrap the spirit of the poison pill, it was quietly released from the space bag and merged into the black vortex.

With a flash in his eyes, he pretended to roar softly: "The power of the heavens, the two appearances and the four images, use my thoughts to attract them, and the wind will rise!" In the void, step out of the terrace one step at a time.

With a light wave of the sleeve, the entire Black Mist Mountain was blown violently, and the black mist was torn out like blue smoke.

This scene was like thunder on the ground, making the minds of the monks on the terrace go blank, as if the whole world was shaking.

The two high-ranking spirits on the front terrace looked at each other in unison, and they both saw the horror in their eyes, and lowered their voices to the lowest level: "Brother Xu, the matter of stepping out of the terrace to save people earlier , can you do it with your cultivation base?"

The man carrying the huge ax pondered for a while, then immediately shook his head: "Brother Wen, you think too highly of me. If you step out of the terrace, you may not be able to come back, let alone save people."

"Then do you think this person can break the vortex?" The man asked again.

The man holding the huge ax smiled wryly, and said, "Brother Wen, I don't understand divination and astrology, so you are asking the wrong person."

He turned around and looked at Ouyang Ming's slightly thin back.

It was like seeing a majestic and heavy mountain, pressing on his heart, making him feel as if he was stuffy in the water, unable to breathe.

Even He Jian's eyes showed horror, and he secretly guessed in his heart, could it be that brother Yu really has perfect attributes of the five elements and can evolve into wind and thunder? One word can be the law of the world? It is impossible to borrow the power of heaven and earth in advance, he is only a high-level spirit, how could he achieve this step, how could he have reached the realm of venerable? I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out...

His mind was like a mess.

The word "Fengqi" was carved into his bones like a sharp knife.

After all, the shock brought by the previous scene was too great, and it could not be erased no matter what. ...

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