The colorful light scattered by the strange and scattered stars, the light in the sky and the earth were all crushed, forming a circle of rippling spots.

In the Heart of Origin, the mountains stretch majestically, entrenched on the earth, as if stained with a trace of mysterious and distant brilliance. Next to the mountain range, a milky way hung upside down from the nine heavens, hitting the waterhole with a rumbling sound. The mist scattered next to the Milky Way formed a colorful color under the light. In the waterhole, there are countless spirit fish. Ambilight, soaked in light, lingering breath, full of stamina.

These spirit fish seem illusory, but they are incomparably thick. Each of them has reached the spirit level. If it is placed in the outside world, even in the world, it will cause a sensation.

Ouyang Yangming was sitting on top of a piece of meteorite iron on the hillside at this time, and Rhubarb and Xiaohong were squatting beside him, looking at the world curiously.

"This is the Heart of the Origin?" Xiaohong's eyes flickered, his face solemn, and he actually felt a trace of pressure.

"Yes, I didn't expect that the aura here is countless times richer than the ancestral land of the Feng Clan, if you cultivate here, your cultivation will definitely rise slowly. Ou Yangming replied.

"Hmph, you can force the emperor to blow himself up, and you still work so hard. Xiaohong teased with a smile.

"I know this, cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Rhubarb stuck out his tongue and interjected.

Ou Yangming smacked his mouth, lightly tapped his finger on Rhubarb's eyebrows, and praised: "See, this is what seeking the Tao should look like." ”

Rhubarb glanced at Xiaohong quietly, if it was King Kong or Goshawk next to him, he would definitely throw away a high-altitude and boastful and lonely expression, but he was beside Xiaohong, so he didn't dare, he was stunned.

Sure enough, even so, Xiaohong glared at Rhubarb viciously, which directly made him tremble.

However, he didn't open his mouth to refute, at this time, under Ou Yangming's earnest teaching, he had already set his own goal and taken that step. Kill the people who should be killed in the world, and rob the things that can be robbed in the world, especially the treasures of the dragon clan, and you have to take special "care".

Ou Yangming glanced at the two of them, stood up, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"

From the moment he got up, the momentum on his body changed, not only the Zhongzheng who sat upright and was as heavy as a mountain, but also the domineering who was unyielding to the sky and carried the sky.

Rhubarb and Xiao Hong's eyes flashed at the same time, and he secretly said in his heart, Xiao Mingzi is now, every gesture is contaminated with the power of the law, giving people a feeling that it should be like this, is the law really so strong?

At this moment, their hearts were full of envy.

They didn't choose to fly, after all, this is the Heart of the Origin, and no one can tell how many vicissitudes of ancient existence there are.

Although it is chic to fly in the sky, it becomes a live target for others, which outweighs the loss.

Three days later, a long river crossed the sky, and the water flowed with a torrent. But the strange thing is that this river is like a white mist, formless and formless, just by looking at it, you will completely indulge in it. A breath of distant vicissitudes lingered in the hearts of everyone, as if this long river existed when everything first opened, chaotic evolution, divided into yin and yang, and reversed. The river is endless, with the past at one end and the future at the other.

"This ...... What is this?" Rhubarb was dumbfounded.

Ou Yangming didn't answer, although he had a guess in his heart, he didn't dare to be sure, after all, this idea was too bold.

On the contrary, Xiaohong's soft and warm eyes showed a thoughtful look, her wings flapped, and after a while, she said tentatively: "It should be a branch of the long river of time." ”

Rhubarb immediately moved his gaze to Xiaohong, and his voice raised a little: "A branch of the long river of time?"

"Hmm. Listening to Rhubarb's voice, Xiaohong was a little more sure.

He continued, "Since I was a child, my grandfather forced me to recite the Daozang, and one of them was about the Heart of Origin. The book says that the Heart of Origin has an infinite power of Origin, containing three thousand avenues, such as gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and wind, thunder, snow, and fog derived from the five elements...... Time and space are the pillars, so it is not surprising to see the long river of time here. ”

Ou Yangming nodded lightly and replied, "That's true." ”

One man and two beasts slowly walked to the edge of the river of time, and their figures were reflected in the river.

Ou Yangming sighed softly: "There are countless tributaries in the long river of time, and I don't know where my future will go and what kind of things I will experience?"

As soon as the thought moved, Ou Yangming looked at his figure in the long river, and a picture hidden in the depths of his memory appeared in front of him.

In a small town, the streets are in disrepair, tattered, and the snow is falling like goose feathers. Layer by layer, the dim sky was fragmented. The earth was covered in silver, and all the dirt and unbearable were buried by white snowflakes.

The cold wind whimpered, weeping like a complaint, and the streets were empty and lonely.

The doors of each house are tightly closed, and it is not uncommon for people to freeze to death in winter.

Under a slightly old roof, a child in tattered clothes had a runny nose and lips were purple from the cold. His body curled up in the corner of the wall, trying his best to embrace the trace of temperature that came out of the wall.

His eyelashes were covered with cold mist, and he kept shivering, but his eyes were clear and spiritual, and he exhaled hard from time to time.

Suddenly, with a squeak, the door opened, and it was a middle-aged woman.

How to say, just by looking at it, you can feel the fierce aura on her body, her clothes are not thick enough, but they can resist the cold.

She glanced at the child on the ground in disgust, spat out a mouthful of cold mist, and said coldly: "Where did the wild child come from, lying outside my door." It's really unlucky! Look at this poor face, you can't wear clothes for the rest of your life!" As he spoke, he pulled out a broom from behind the door, intending to pick up someone.

"Don't get out of here!" she yelled with a broom.

The child on the ground moved, but his body was frozen, his hands and feet were not feeling at all, he was hungry and cold, and he could only try to squeeze a sentence out of his mouth: "Wait until my body is warmer...... Warm up and go. "It's a crisp sound, it's nice.

"Wait?" the woman scoffed, "What should I do if my house is stained with your bad luck?" she didn't have the slightest pity, and her five fingers clenched the broom hard.

The boy was holding on to the ground, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't get up.

The woman got a little impatient, and with a broom, she threw the child in the head in an irregular manner.

Just as the broom was about to hit the child's head, an old man who was over the age of sixteen grabbed the broom and said softly, "Forget it, I'll take him away." ”

The woman wanted to refute, but when she saw the old man's clothes, the anger in her eyes was hidden, and she became extremely respectful, and said weakly: "It's troublesome." At this time, her attitude has changed drastically from before.

To put it in layman's terms, this is a world where the strong are always strong.

If you are not strong, others will bully you, insult you, scold you, and destroy you.

If you are not strong, you will not be qualified to cultivate, or even to survive.

The old man squatted down, looked into the child's eyes, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Ou Yangming. He stared into the old man's eyes for a moment and replied.

"Good name. The old man smiled and nodded.

......

Ou Yangming raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyes, muttering to himself, "Old craftsman, ......" His eyes were full of emotion.

He looked at the waves in the long river, very small, and was sunk by the rest of the waves in an instant, but he felt extremely warm when he saw it, because this was his past memory and time.

Rhubarb gently patted him on the shoulder and said with a concerned expression, "Xiao Mingzi, what's wrong with you?"

"No, I think about a little thing when I was a kid. As he said this, a flash of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

The little red eyes slowly opened, and the light in his eyes gathered in vain, and if he realized something, it was obvious that he had also gained something.

His gaze wandered around, revealing a touch of cunning, and he casually threw a stone into the river, and suddenly, a circle of snow-white ripples rippled open.

All this happened too fast, and Ou Yangming couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

Immediately afterward, the snow-white ripples became more and more intense, and the entire branch of the long river was in turmoil.

Ou Yangming's face changed, and he said lightly: "Retreat, retreat!" No one knows what will run out of the branches in the long river of time. After all, time is eternal, connecting the past and the future, even if it is a powerhouse in the Imperial Realm or even at a higher level, it is like a drop in the ocean for endless time, just the most subtle fragment. If the long river of time is compared to a sea, then the powerhouse of the Imperial Realm is only equivalent to a splash of water that is swept by the waves, which is indescribably weak.

Rhubarb and Xiaohong retreated at the same time, both beasts have small worlds, and they can use the power of small worlds, their current strength is infinitely close to that of the emperor, and their speed is not much slower than Ou Yangming, and they retreat quickly.

At this moment, a hoarse voice came out of the long river: "I have been sleeping for ten thousand years, who is it, who woke me up?"

The sound was not loud, but the moment it came out, everything in this space had a break that defied common sense, as if time had stood still.

Ou Yangming's hairs stood up, and there was only one voice left in his mind, that is, go, go.

Suddenly, snow-white ripples suddenly exploded, and a hundred-foot-tall giant appeared out of thin air, and Ou Yangming subconsciously looked up. I saw that the face of this giant was very ordinary, and there was nothing brilliant about it. It's just that in the center of his eyebrows, there are three star marks, forming a polygon, which is in line with the truth of heaven and earth. It seems simple and ordinary, but it contains the true meaning of simplicity.

And his skin was incomparably rough, like the marks of cracks on the back of an old turtle, crisscrossing one by one.

Suddenly, the wind surged, and the giant's eyes lit up.

At this moment, the stars in the sky were suppressed by the light in his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, accompanied by rolling thunder, a huge boulder in the long river of time was directly fished out by him, lifted it hard, turned into a black light, and rushed straight towards Ou Yangming.