Chapter 984

In the valley, fairy mist lingers, and streams tinkle.

In the middle of the valley, a huge ancient tomb shines brightly. Blossoming clean and white snow lotus grows around the ancient tomb, shining brightly, flowing like gentle blue waves, like dense clouds, like colored glaze. The moment I saw it, it was like countless mysterious avenues hovering in my mind, but after careful perception, this feeling suddenly disappeared, like a flower in a mirror or a moon in water. On the top of the tomb stands a squatting crystal coffin, which is as thick as a mountain and extremely gorgeous, gathering the beauty of the entire spiritual world. The lid of the coffin was tightly closed, and the inside was shrouded in mist, like a starry sky that was so mysterious that it couldn't be seen clearly.

And behind the coffin, there is a copper coffin, stained with blood, which has been preserved from eternity.

But the color is still bright red, and even steaming.

Suddenly, three long rainbows drawn from the sky broke the tranquility.

"Brother Yu, are you alright?" He Jian's face was full of worry and concern.

"It's okay! I've exhausted my mental power." Ouyang Ming's face was pale, with fine and dense beads of sweat appearing from every pore on his forehead, and he smiled weakly.

"Let me block it for a while!" Before the words finished, He Jian roared: "Three swords, green light and phoenix like flying!"

As soon as the word "Fei" was uttered, the sword box shook, and the lid flew away. The three famous swords Ziwu, Hanqing, and Xuekui uttered a crisp sword cry at the same time, and slashed forward. The sword light condensed together and turned into a head The six-foot-sized phoenix roared proudly, and rushed forward. Even without using the sword that lifted the sky, he was much stronger than the ordinary peak spirit.

Bone Dragon's eyes were obviously stunned for a moment, and then the gray pupils in his eyes turned red.

Looking at the phoenix made of sword light, a monstrous hatred emerged from its bone marrow.

This kind of hatred has been engraved into the soul, even if the body dries up and the soul dies, it cannot be erased.

He stopped chasing Ouyang Ming and He Jian, and went straight to the shadow of the sword light.

Ouyang Ming glanced at He Jian, and said softly, "Take this opportunity and leave quickly. Although this dragon is dead, its strength is still at the peak of a spirit man. Even if you and I work together, we won't be able to fight." The words are true or false, although this bone dragon is powerful, but if Ouyang Ming plays all his cards, both sides will suffer no matter what. If the strategy is appropriate, there is a 30% certainty that it can be killed.

"Well, its physical body is too strong, and every blow carries earth-shattering power." He Jian nodded in response, feeling his eyelids twitch wildly.

Especially when I saw those big characters on the dragon horn, I was even more frightened. What kind of character could be engraved on the dragon horn?

There is only one feeling in his mind, domineering, extreme domineering.

Suddenly, a gentle ray of light came into the eyes of the two of them, and the sounds of cicadas muffled their ears, as if they could melt away the desires, greed, hostility, and even emotions in their hearts, leaving only the purest innocence and beauty. The core area of ​​the valley.

And at this moment, a deafening roar resounded.

It was the bone dragon, and the anger in this voice had reached the extreme. The moment people heard it, there was no doubt that it would choose to self-destruct and annihilate everything.

"Let's go, let's go!" At this moment, Ouyang Ming's heart was trembling, and every hair on his body stood on end.

As the two quickly approached the tomb,

This bone dragon was even crazier, black flames were burning on its body, and blood seemed to flow out of its eyes. That is its holy place, and no one is allowed to defile it.

Every line on the bone lights up, with an aura that can shake nothingness, and it arrives in an instant.

Ouyang Ming gritted his teeth and once again stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man, with no joy, no sorrow, nothing and no self, and said in a low voice: "Senior He, you go first, I will hold him back, and I will use my blood to chase after a while." Come up."

"Be careful!" He Jian took a deep look at him, and it turned into a flash of sword light, and went away in an instant.

Ouyang Ming stepped forward, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

The interspatial bag suddenly lit up, and when it fell, the five fingers had already clenched the blood gun Long Tu, and with a light pinch of the fingers, the red tassels surged like blood.

He shouted in a low voice: "Amplification of spells!" The light on Long Tu's body was even brighter.

"Stone Cone Technique!" Before the voice fell, he sneered again, and a mountain-like aura burst out from him. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a mountain that crushed the ancient times. With him as the core, the ground within a radius of tens of feet trembled, and stone cones shot up into the sky, but they did not choose to attack, but to defend with all their strength. One piece, two pieces... a thousand pieces, countless stone cones stacked together, turned into an insurmountable stone wall, blocking the figure of the bone dragon.

Moreover, more and more stone cones were stacked together in an instant, making the wall thicker and thicker.

"Roar!" The bone dragon hovered together, a drop of blood dripped from its eyes, turning half of the sky red.

With a flick of the tail, a ripple cracked in the space under this extreme force, which can be seen from the strength of this force.

"Boom..." With a roar, the stone wall, which was about tens of feet high, collapsed in an instant, and dust filled the sky and the earth.

It was also at this time that a huge head tore apart the dust, one black eye and one red eye, biting towards the bone dragon.

The moment it saw the head, the bone dragon paused obviously, its blood-colored eyes faded, and then turned to light gray again. An indescribable panic flashed across it, and the head bit its neck, snapped, and snapped. In two, the huge body fell from the air and fell directly to the ground. After struggling twice, it was completely silent.

This is Ou Yangming's strategy, to lure the enemy with the stone cone technique, and then let the head be bitten off, delivering a fatal blow.

So far, Ouyang Ming has never seen anything whose head cannot be bitten off or swallowed, but he still has some doubts about this bone dragon.

Now that the head crushed the bone dragon's neck, his eyes also showed surprise, and he secretly thought, the head is still the power. He originally expected the head to block the blow, but he didn't want the head to directly bite the bone dragon to death.

Before this thought dissipated, a sudden change occurred, and the six large characters on the horns of the bone dragon suddenly came alive, and the light reflected the sky. Healed quickly, and gray light appeared in the eyes again.

"What... what's going on here?" Ouyang Ming was startled, and with a wave of his sleeve, he retracted his head.

There was a flash of blood around his waist, which turned into a perfect arc and rushed out.

Because the speed was too fast, the air in front of him was compressed sharply and exploded in pieces.

But Ouyang Ming was different. He had already stepped into the high level of spiritual beings, and he understood the sympathy between heaven and man, so he didn't feel any discomfort at all when he used the blood escape again.

However, he had already caught up with He Jian in an instant, and his speed still did not decrease, and he rushed directly into the tomb.

He shook his head, looked around, and saw a large tomb, all carved out of nephrite jade, exquisite and gorgeous, with a range of thousands of feet, looking down from a high place, countless quiet paths spread in all directions , with a connection that seems to have nothing, which coincides with the image of yin and yang, gossip, and Dao divination. And at the core where all the rune lines intersect, is a coffin carved from a whole piece of top-quality spirit stone, exuding a majestic aura.

As long as you take a sip, an unspeakable sense of comfort will be born from the dantian.

The most bizarre thing is the font carved on the coffin, which is extremely complicated and dazzling.

Every font has the effect of crushing mountains and suppressing the ages.

And behind this coffin, stood a copper coffin, only three feet long, with mottled marks on it, stained with blood, even after an eternity, it was still extremely scarlet.

Ou Yangming had never seen this copper coffin before, but at this moment, the name of this coffin appeared in his mind - the coffin of the last robbery.

"The Tribulation!" One after another, stern roars exploded in Ouyang Ming's mind, and countless hideous faces emerged. This is a kind of unwillingness, a kind of hysterical hatred, even if it has existed for tens of thousands of years. Unwilling to dissipate, this hatred can last forever until the world dies.

The Shangjie clan practiced with the power of the origin of the heaven and the earth, which was not tolerated by the heaven and the earth, and they descended for nine days and ten robberies.

But the clan did not want to dissipate, and carried the calamity with their bodies, and condensed the power of the whole clan to turn it into a coffin with essence and blood.

Just when Ouyang Ming was about to open the coffin, He Jian turned into a beam of sword light and fell down.

And that bone dragon let out a muffled roar, stirring up the wind and clouds, and shuttled through the clouds, with blood in its eyes, but it was still hundreds of feet away from the big tomb, not daring to go half a step beyond the thunder pool. It is close to the prohibition and shackles.

He Jian glanced around, turned his eyes away, and said softly, "Brother Yu, where is this?"

Ouyang Ming shook his head and said, "I don't know, but we must be careful. This is the core area of ​​the valley, so it's definitely not easy."

As he spoke, he stepped on the nephrite jade and walked towards the large and small coffins. Regardless of the consumption of mental power, he stepped into the mysterious artistic conception of sympathy between heaven and man.

Every time he takes a step, he deduces it in the spiritual world. He has an intuition that if he takes a careless step, the entire valley will explode, and this space will be wiped out in the long river of time without leaving any traces.

It took him half an hour for the distance of fifty feet, and the clothes on his body were already drenched in cold sweat.

This feeling of being in crisis every moment is driving people crazy.

Finally, one step short of reaching the top of the tomb.

He Jian followed behind him without saying a word, but even the hair on the top of his head stood on end, and there was a constant "click, click" in his head. Run, the farther you run, the better, even if he is used to seeing strong winds and waves, and his mind has long been calm, he still has an urge to run away.

Because he wants to reshape his own foundation, he wants to jump over the dragon gate to become a venerable, he wants to stand on a high place and see all the mountains and small things.

So he will not back down, and he will never back down again...

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