The sound of the twilight drum is like fairy music, shocking the heart, and when it reverberates in all directions, it sets off an invisible wave of qi.

And the old woman who was trapped by the ancient dragon shield heard the sound of the twilight drum, and her eyes were terrified. The skin and craggy bone spurs began to rot and collapse downward, like snowflakes falling into the magma, countless fine black smoke came out of the pores, and the body quickly melted. She was just made of resentment in the black stone tablet, and she couldn't resist it at all. Just hold on for a few breaths, and then disappear completely, leaving no trace.

It seems that everything that appeared before is a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water.

The sound of this twilight drum seemed to carry an indescribable magical power, and when Ou Yangming heard it, the distracting thoughts in his mind instantly dissipated, turning into an ethereal and mysterious state.

This state lasted for more than ten breaths, and every cell in Ou Yangming's body relaxed.

It was at this moment that a memory poured into Ou Yangming's spiritual world.

In an instant, Ou Yangming's spiritual world fell into chaos and mist, and white mist floated everywhere.

Thoughts keep drifting towards the sky, letting the Buddha become a slender leaf in the stream, with the rolling and undulating of the river, seeing all the states of the world, reading the vicissitudes of the world, drifting farther and farther, drifting farther and farther.

Suddenly, he felt a light in his eyes, and then a picture that he had never seen before appeared in front of him.

The earth was devastated and broken, and the smell of blood filled the air, and the blood pooled together, staining the soil red and sinking like a blood-colored swamp.

The desolate north wind howled, and goose-feathered snowflakes fell from the sky and sprinkled down on the earth layer by layer, which would split the sky and turn it into countless mottled and tiny pieces. But the snowflakes were not white, but blood-colored, like blood, and they were bloody. And beyond the blood-colored earth, a huge city could be seen, and the coercion swept away. And in the center of this city, there is an altar more than ten feet high, the material is very ordinary, but there is a faint unspeakable sacredness.

Seeing this scene, Ou Yangming understood in his heart that this was the Seven Stars Altar, and when he saw this scene, it was the inheritance memory engraved in the twilight drum.

But what was going on with the big city around him? Why didn't there be any trace left? He was like a passer-by in the rest of time and space, a phantom, quietly watching all this, unable to change the slightest.

Ou Yangming saw that above the altar, an old man with a vicissitudes of face was sitting cross-legged. He was dressed in animal robes, his face was carved with brown spots and wrinkles, his eyes were like the vast sea, like the vast starry sky, and a kind of Taoist charm appeared on him, which made people feel peaceful. This feeling is similar to the feeling that Master Kurong gave him, but it is more profound.

Not far behind him, there stood a twilight drum, carved with traces of time.

And under the altar, countless people knelt and worshipped, spreading out of the city one by one. These people are old and young, the power of the blood is burning, the eyes are full of piety, faintly crazy, it seems that as long as the old man says a word, they will not hesitate to give their lives. There was silence all around, only the sound of whimpering wind, the people on the altar seemed to be waiting for something, and the beast-robed old man above the altar looked at the sky, and his index and middle fingers kept pinching together, as if in divination.

It was at this time that "Kela, Kela......"

A tingling sound came from all directions, dense and sharp, dense alien races suddenly appeared, giving people the feeling of passing through a wormhole, at least tens of thousands of alien races, the breath was extremely powerful, shaking nothingness.

The beast-robed old man sighed lightly and said, "Alas, the catastrophe has lasted for a hundred years, and half of the thirty-six states of the human race have been lost. The army was losing ground and there was little hope. I, the White Phoenix Sect, use myself as bait, and use the essence blood of the whole clan as a seal, and I am willing to fight for a ray of life for the spirit world. Clansmen, blood burns!" This voice is not loud, but the voice is full of righteousness and awe-inspiring, for the sake of the spiritual beings, they are willing to burn themselves, burn their blood, and gamble the slim hope with the strength of the whole clan.

"Blood burning!" all the clansmen roared at the same time, their voices were firm, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the blood of the Feng clan in their bodies was burning.

Half of the sky is lit up by this burning point of light, which is for the sake of righteousness, for hope, to burn life, to burn life, even if it turns into ashes, even if the soul is destroyed, it is not hesitated.

Ou Yangming's expression darkened, he only felt that his nose was sour, and his heart was blocked by a sad emotion, just like the land in front of him, his eyes were full of devastation, and he muttered softly: "This is righteousness?"

I thought of Xu Junqing again in my heart, and said in a deep voice: "As a man, you should take the sky as the chessboard star as your son." ”

The two pictures kept merging in his mind, and his eyes showed a bright light, and he said softly: "Heaven and earth are a furnace, no one can escape, once the catastrophe comes, all the beauty and hope will be beaten into powder by the catastrophe, and there is no resistance." I was too comfortable before, I didn't want to care, and I couldn't manage it, but for the sake of the old craftsman, for the three of them, and for the people I cherished, even if I didn't have the ability, I had to give it a try. ”

The Bai Feng clan in front of him turned into a seal with essence blood, which touched Ou Yangming too much, and directly let the people of his family and country permeate his heart, this time he wanted to give it a try, wanted to stop the catastrophe, and wanted to save the people of the world.

And just when Ou Yangming's thoughts were tumbling in his mind, the beast-robed old man patted the altar with his palm, stood up straight, and pushed his dry palm outward, bursting with energy, directly hitting the twilight drum.

An earth-shattering voice resounded and reverberate.

The people of the White Phoenix Clan under the Seven Star Altar, the power of the blood in their bodies was burning, and countless white threads emanated from the center of their eyebrows, condensing into a white mark in the sky. In just an instant, these clansmen have aged countless times, their dark hair has turned white, their faces are no longer refined, the corners of their eyes are full of wrinkles, and every breath is changing, getting older and older, even if they are children, their bodies are full of the smell of decay.

But their eyes remained steadfast, even a little hysterical.

A sad atmosphere of a strong man who would never return filled Ou Yangming's heart, his eyes were astringent, his body trembled, and his eyes were full of tears, but he couldn't bear to drip down.

The beast-robed old man also turned into a white light, and his hoarse voice resounded: "My Baifeng clan is generous to death, as long as I can fight for the spirit world human race, then I have no regrets!"

"No complaints, no regrets!" the voice exploded in Ou Yangming's mind.

Suddenly, countless white rays quickly entangled, overwhelming the sky, turning into an invisible confinement, enveloping countless alien races, shattering the space, revealing a palpitating darkness. The white light shrank in vain, and the ripples that swept in all directions condensed in vain, turning into a pitch-black glow and rushing into the stone tablet. All kinds of voices that affect the mind spread, greed, love, and hatred, all of which are presented one by one, but they are still useless, and they are directly sealed into this black stone tablet, turning into a prison and a shackle.

And the rest of the white mangs burned fiercely, turning into a black flame and burning in all directions, and everywhere it passed, all the life was extinguished, and with this city as the center, all within a radius of thousands of miles turned into red land.

The memories still don't stop, rolling in the distance like a tidal wave.

Stimulating Ou Yangming's nerves, even if he had the unique spiritual world of the Feng Clan, he couldn't bear it, there was a faint tingling pain in his brain, and he gritted his teeth and insisted.

I don't know how long it took, but the mottled memories calmed down.

Ou Yangming sorted out this lengthy memory in his mind, opened his eyes, and said softly: "The catastrophe is caused by a foreign race. Time is running out now, and the reason why the Great Ruins is called the Land of the Cursed is because it is a lost ancient battlefield, and the cause of the war is unknown. This is the answer he came up with after analyzing for a long time, he pondered for a while, kept rummaging in his memory, and secretly said in his heart, how fierce is this battle to be able to bombard a continent like this, does Xu Aoran have anything to do with this war?

He shook his head, the doubts in his head grew.

After exhaling a breath of turbidity, he moved his steps, slowly walked down the altar, bowed heavily, and said, "You seniors are righteous, Ou Yangming will not forget, and he will not dare to forget." ”

Then he turned his head, took a deep look at the black stele sealed with tens of thousands of alien races, smiled coldly, pointed his finger in the air, and shouted coldly: "Head, swallow it for me!" The remnant soul in this stele not only pulled him into the illusion at the beginning, but also the culprit of the catastrophe, and now that the catastrophe is coming, it is even more in the ruins to make wind and rain, how could Ou Yangming let it go?

Before the voice fell, the skull flew out directly, and the power of devouring it exploded.

Swallow all the remnants of the stone tablet.

The head and mouth were slightly apart, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and after exhaling a breath of black air, he fell into a deep sleep. This force is too powerful, even if it is a head, it will take a long time to refine.

Suddenly, the mutation protruded, the entire barren desert shook, the sand kept sinking, and a rustling sound came from all corners of the space, like many evil ghosts grinding their teeth, creaking, just listening to the sound, you can feel the madness in it.

Even Ou Yangming, who was at the core of the barren desert, clearly felt that the sand was constantly sinking, and there was a "pop" in his head, and there were only three words left: "Something happened!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he galloped outside, he didn't know what caused the barren desert to change, but there was a very bad feeling in his heart.

The shoulders were pulled apart, and the muffled sound of thunder came from the body, turning into a white horse, passing through the white circle of light, and running outward.

As the head devoured countless alien souls, the pressure that was squeezing from all around mysteriously disappeared, and in this way, Ou Yangming's speed was naturally very fast, like a white arc, flashing rapidly, and every step was more than a dozen zhang.