The flames burned brightly, without emitting a single light, and the black glow was deep and deep.

Around Ou Yangming, constantly spinning, swallowing tongues of fire, from a distance, Ou Yangming was like a moving flame vortex.

The burial sword statue saw the most incredible thing, the sword box on his back fell to the ground, and in the box was the sword god who kept the peak of the Absolute Sword Peak. This kind of thing, in normal times, is absolutely impossible.

Because, the belief of sword cultivation is the sword, and the sword is like their soul. The sword can be broken or broken, but it can't be contaminated with dust in any way. The same is true of He Jian at this point, when did the sword box on his back touch the ground?

Sword cultivation is because of the unyielding intention in the heart at all times, and the power of attack can be unparalleled in the world, and everything can be unstoppable.

It is also for this reason that He Jian will one day fight with An Jingyun. The sword in his box originally had six handles, and after failing to challenge An Jingyun, three were taken away. For Jian Xiu, this humiliation was unimaginable. This battle is unavoidable, and it has nothing to do with anything else, for the sake of one's own persistence and belief.

At this time, the sword box of the burial sword fell to the ground because of this scene, you can imagine how shocked he was in his heart.

After two breaths, he came to his senses, his heart was extremely bitter, he thought that he had already looked up to Ou Yangming.

But at this moment, he realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong. Ou Yangming was stronger than he expected, and he was much, much stronger. After exhaling a breath of turbidity, he secretly said in his heart, this kind of character should be extremely famous in Zhangzhou, why have you never heard of it?

Suddenly, Ou Yangming paused, his body was surrounded by flames, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his voice was flat: "Oh, this is useless to me, give it to you." ”

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve slightly, and the barren order was pulled by an invisible force, turning into a streamer of light and shooting towards the funeral sword.

The funeral sword's face was complicated, and his palm was grabbed in the air. When it fell, the Desolation Order had been pinched in the palm of his hand.

Ou Yangming chuckled, did not speak, mobilized the Heavenly Phoenix Fire in his body to the extreme, and said domineeringly: "Condensation!"

As soon as the words fell, the black flames condensed in vain, forming a wide arc channel that spread to the depths, and the flames blocked all the resistance that came from the squeezing. Ou Yangming's steps were one step, one step at a time, like walking on the ground. This made the peak spirit man talk about the dead place, and he actually regarded it as his own back garden, coming and going freely.

He Jian looked at his back, and secretly said in his heart, he is worthy of being the pride of the sky, how can this kind of person be a basil?

Fu Jian's face was also extremely complicated, the firmness in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he secretly said in his heart, I am also a figure at the level of Daozi, how can I be weaker than him? The frustration in my heart was as if I was dispelled by this sentence.

Looking at the back that was quickly moving away, the battle intent in his eyes surged.

The road was lonely, Ou Yangming didn't know how long he had walked, the last bit of light in the flames had dissipated, it was extremely dark, he couldn't see his fingers, only the sound of the whistling wind. The wind wasn't too strong, but it still picked up some gravel on the ground and hit his shirt. This kind of place, even if you have atavistic bloodline and have cultivated to the Venerable level, you can't reach it.

At this moment, a white point of light appeared in Ouyang Ming's perception in vain

He sank his waist immediately, the speed on his feet suddenly accelerated, and a cyclone set off around him, rushing away.

As he got closer and closer, Ou Yangming's eyes tingled, and he subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already passed through the point of light and landed under a seven-star altar. And the force that wanted to push him out was gone, Ou Yangming looked at it.

The altar was made of ordinary stones, stained with blood, and had an extremely vicissitudes of life, as if it had existed for tens of thousands of years. And on top of the altar were countless heads, arranged in a strange pattern, while looking at the sky.

In the middle of the altar, there stood a dusk drum, only three or four feet high, mottled in color, and it was full of blood stains. I don't know why, seeing this picture, Ou Yangming's heart actually rose with a sense of desolation in the twilight of a hero.

And under the altar, there is a stone tablet with dense handwriting, all of which are names. The handwriting is mellow and can be done in one go, but if you look at it a few times, you will have a sense of evil in your heart, which seems to be able to suck people's minds into it. Greed, hatred, hatred, hatred, separation, fame and fortune all emerge.

Ou Yangming glanced away and looked away, groaned for a while, and slowly walked over. Fingers swept over the stele, and the dense handwriting on the stele seemed to have been wiped clean by an invisible hand, and all kinds of indescribable chills invaded Ou Yangming's heart. Stumps and severed arms, bloody heads, all presented in front of you. Then, the name on the stele resurfaced, turning into a ghostly glow, burning, and approaching Ou Yangming.

He was startled in his heart, and took half a step back, but his face remained unchanged, and a finger wind popped out of his fingers, shattering the ghostly light.

"It's so weird!" Ou Yangming rolled his eyes, and there was a smile on his face.

At this time, he realized that there was a small hole that was unreachable in the place under the stone tablet that was about to be buried by the yellow sand.

Inside is like a burning flame, with a few small words written on it, beating the twilight drum, everything can be known.

Ou Yangming looked at this seven-star altar and said secretly in his heart, what the hell is going on? This is unreasonable, the core of this barren desert is just such a dilapidated altar? What about creation, what about spiritual things, what about the mystery of the ruins? What about the bones of the dragon and phoenix? This burning flame and majestic resistance are just to protect this altar?

Then he remembered the small words in the small hole under the stone tablet, and his eyes lit up in vain.

I want to see what kind of secrets are hidden here.

With a slight lift of his feet, he stepped on the bluestone steps and walked up to the altar, leaving a series of footprints.

Ou Yangming didn't notice that these footprints left on the stone steps and altars were as if they had been smoothed out by a pair of black hands.

The twilight drum is vicissitudes, the drum surface is yellow, covered with gray layers, and at the edges, it is also rolled up.

Ou Yangming exhaled and said softly, "I don't know what is mysterious about this twilight drum......?"

No longer hesitating, Ou Yangming's muscles bulged all over his body, and the spiritual power in the dantian was constantly agitated, converging on his right fist. The fist was like a ghostly light, like a mountain peak slamming above the twilight drum. The surface of the twilight drum vibrated slightly, and the force of this explosion merged with an invisible ripple, turning into a force of countershock that acted on Ou Yangming's body, causing him to pause slightly.

"Huh...... It's really strange!" Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, mobilized the aura in the dantian, increased his strength, and suddenly blasted out.

The "buzzing ......" twilight fluctuated up and down, trembling back and forth, and this invisible ripple turned into a substantial shock. Ou Yangming felt as if he had been slapped on his body by a hundred zhang waves, making him take a big step back. At the same time, a vicissitudes of sound roared in his mind.

"You can't bear this cause and effect. Twilight drum, you can't beat it, you can't beat it! Your cultivation is too low, let's go!"

This voice came from nowhere, like thunder, it exploded in Ou Yangming's mind.

Ou Yangming expelled this thought, took out the Blood Spear Dragon Slayer, and slammed forward again.

At this moment, a trace of red mist wafted above the altar, like silky wisps.

The red mist rolled rapidly, as if it was condensed by an invisible force, and a voice came out: "Retreat! Don't knock! You can't knock, you can't knock, retreat, retreat......" The sound wave rolled, getting louder and louder, becoming the only voice in Ou Yangming's ears, occupying his mind.

However, Ou Yangming's eyes were slightly red, the Heavenly Phoenix Fire was burning, and the blood in his veins was all boiling.

He didn't care about the consumption of aura at all, and swung his fist at the twilight drum again, and the huge force of reaction hit again, directly causing a fishy sweetness in his throat. But he didn't care about it, like a madman, this twilight drum, today, he has to ring it!

Once, twice, three times......

Ou Yangming's aura was depleting faster and faster, but he laughed wildly.

At this time, if someone was beside him, he would definitely be surprised to find that Ou Yangming's face was crazy, and he kept shooting in the air, hitting in the air, getting farther and farther away from the twilight drum, and countless red phantoms surrounded him, leading him towards the strange pattern composed of heads.

"If it doesn't knock, why can't it knock?" he muttered to himself, his face was bitter, and suddenly there was a tingling pain in his brain, and the fire of the heavenly phoenix instantly brightened.

His figure froze, the corners of his mouth hooked upward, he pursed his eyes, and said secretly in his heart, what is going on, how can the Heavenly Phoenix Fire suddenly warn? Every time he encounters this situation, he encounters a huge crisis, when he forcibly kills Dong Ruyu in front of His Holiness, and when he is chased and killed by centrifugation, but it is just a twilight drum, how can he fall into a crisis? His brows are furrowed together, and his eyes are full of confusion.

He glanced around, the sky, the twilight drums, the heads, the stone monuments......

Faintly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, but in just a moment, he disappeared.

What's wrong, what's wrong? He kept torturing himself, and the scene in front of him seemed so real that it was hard to get rid of.

Ou Yangming's thoughts sank, his heart guarded the spiritual platform, and he stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man.

In my mind, memories are turned like pages, no matter how big or small, no matter how big or small, every piece is meticulous, starting from meeting Ji Haoran, little by little in the spiritual world to analyze and think.

One, two, three......

In vain, the red mist above the Seven Stars Altar rolled rapidly, suddenly condensed, and turned into a black head, and a voice that seemed to be a demon but not a demon, and a demon but not a demon sounded: "Retreat! The twilight drum is not something you can beat...... Hurry back!" the voice was urgent, like a madman.

"Get out! Get out!" Ou Yangming's eyes flashed fiercely, and the black runes on the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter jumped in vain, his five fingers clenched, and his spiritual power was transported to the hilt of the gun,

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