Chapter 1006 Telling a Story
The black flames were so hot that the temperature was so high that the yellow sand was about to melt.
Ouyang Ming didn't know that a huge crisis was slowly approaching. He stepped on the flames and walked deep into the barren desert. His clothes were soaked in sweat. This was done on purpose by him, in order to confuse others. For the crazy idea in his heart, he had to try his best to tell a "story" well.
The resistance from the depths of the barren desert was getting stronger and stronger. Under the heavy pressure, many high-level spirits were buried in the black flames.
Especially for high-level spirits without a desolation order, the possibility of falling is multiplied.
But at this time, inside the black flames, the person walking in the front was the Ji family Taoist, Ji Haoran. His steps were extremely steady, and every step he took was as if he was exploring his own avenue.
Suddenly, he stopped and sat cross-legged in the flames, as if waiting for something.
Zan Jian followed not far behind him, panting non-stop, sweat dripping down. Without the Desolation Order, even if he is a Daozi-level figure, the consumption will be very high, and it is a bit overwhelming. With a flip of his wrist, he swallowed two pills one after another, and began to recover his spiritual power.
This is also a huge advantage for the powerful in the spirit world after they enter the Great Ruins. They have a large number of spiritual pills on their bodies.
As time passed, Ouyang Ming also caught up. Without saying a word, he walked to Zunjian, sat cross-legged, and began to adjust his breath. His face was slightly pale, and it was obvious from a glance that he was exhausted, and in order to tell this "story" well, he deliberately consumed the aura in his dantian.
"One, two, three..."
A dozen peak spirits slowly arrived, sat cross-legged, and discussed in a low voice.
"Twenty years ago, I heard that there was a peak spiritual man who got the psychic liquid here to restore vitality. This time, I don't know if it will be sprayed out." The eyes of a gray-haired peak spirit man showed anticipation The aura on his body was rotten, and almost half of his body had been buried in the loess before he entered the barren desert. He wanted to take a chance, if he could get the spiritual object that would continue his vitality, he would still have a chance to become a venerable, and even if he couldn't get it, he would have a clear conscience in this life.
"Hey, this spiritual spring can't spit out any good treasures. It's a pity that with my cultivation base, I can only go so far. If I go any further, there is a high chance of falling, and I have no chance to reach the next one. In front of the Lingquan. In front, only the Taoist can enter." Another spiritual man, Fengfeng, echoed softly.
Although He Jian's speed was slow, his steps were very steady, every step was like a heavy awl smashing deep into the yellow sand.
His steady, calm as a mountain, although the speed is not fast, but it seems to be able to reach the end of the sky.
At this time, looking at Ouyang Ming's back, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself, judging by the speed at which brother Yu entered the black flame, he shouldn't have consumed so much spiritual energy here, what's going on?
What He Jian didn't know was that Ouyang Ming was telling the story, and the person listening to the story was Ji Haoran. Everything that is shown now is what I hope he sees. The purpose is to minimize his defensiveness, and take the opportunity to unleash a shocking blow to kill him.
Jiang Yingrong also arrived, her face was covered with sweat, and she kept panting heavily.
Slowly walked to He Jian's side, sat cross-legged, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and adjusted his own energy.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and all the black flames spun as it passed by.
Opening its teeth and dancing its claws, like a hovering dragon, it dragged the flame into the sky. The flames became higher and higher, and countless flames rapidly collapsed and shrunk toward the center, growing bigger and bigger, turning into an incomparably majestic cyclone.
The yellow sand shook up and down rhythmically, as if an invisible giant stick was drawing circles in the sand.
In just a moment, two concentric circles with different radii appeared on the yellow sand, emitting a cloud of green energy.
"Boom..." There was an earth-shattering loud noise. At the same time as the sound echoed, countless precious lights scattered, and various spiritual creatures flew out of the yellow sand, including white orbs emitting majestic waves, and white swords all over their bodies. Pills, there are blood-stained corpses of strong men, there are blood-red mirrors, there are more than twenty kinds.
And there are only a dozen peak spirits here, and everyone can grab at least one of them.
Ou Yangming's eyes suddenly opened, and with a sliding step, he grabbed the white orb exuding majestic waves.
Ji Haoran sneered, his spiritual power agitated, and the condensate in the void turned into five pitch-black fingers. He held the orb in his palm and squeezed it hard, causing the orb to collapse.
"You're looking for death!" Ouyang Ming's face turned cold, and he forcibly changed his position in the air, punching, punching, and kicking, forming one piece, enveloping Ji Haoran. But at this moment, the white armor condensed with spiritual power on Ouyang Ming's body actually showed signs of collapse. He gave Ji Haoran a vicious look, and quickly adjusted his Qi machine, embraced Yuan Shouyi, mobilized the spiritual power in his dantian, and poured into it. In the armor, this stopped the tendency of the armor to collapse.
Fighting in the black flames requires a high price, because not only must resist the pressure from the squeezed space, but also prevent the armor from collapsing, so even a character at the level of Daozi will not easily fight in the flames .
Ji Haoran waved his hands noncommittally, with a calm expression on his face, as if nothing happened. He didn't know that he was slowly walking into the situation designed by Ouyang Ming. As long as he believed more in his heart that Ouyang Ming would not dare to fight in the flames, the crisis he would face would be even stronger when Ouyang Ming made his fatal blow.
Ouyang Ming has been waiting for an opportunity, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, very patient, in order to kill with one blow. He knew in his heart that Ji Haoran's body didn't consume enough spiritual energy at this time, and there was no way to be sure of his actions at this time. Moreover, in order not to arouse Ji Haoran's suspicion, he deliberately consumed a lot of spiritual energy, showing a very Look tired.
Ouyang Ming's face was as cold as frost, but his heart was filled with joy, he thought to himself, the weather, location, and harmony, I have already accounted for the third, how can you avoid this catastrophe? But the aura on his body was extremely violent, it seemed that as long as there was a disagreement, he would strike recklessly.
He Jian was behind the two of them, taking this scene into his eyes, the doubt in his eyes deepened, and he murmured softly: "This... makes no sense!" Like weeping.
Jiang Yingrong snatched a silver comb refined from spiritual wood, full of brilliance and superb agility, she stepped forward and landed beside He Jian from the air.
Hearing this, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed upwards, and secretly said: "Senior He, what makes no sense?"
He Jian looked pensive, shook his head slightly, and deliberately looked away.
After ten breaths of time, the world returned to calm. All the treasures sprayed from the yellow sand had owners. The practitioners who got the spiritual objects were filled with joy, obviously satisfied with the harvest of this trip.
Of course, some people are satisfied, and some people are not satisfied, Burial Sword is one of them.
The purpose of his trip was to find the elixir for the Lord of Absolute Sword Peak to continue his life, but he had been in the Great Ruins for several months, but he hadn't even gotten a hair. This made him a little discouraged, and made him even more bitter and unwilling.
Opening his mouth, he sucked in two big mouthfuls of turbid air suddenly, which calmed down his heart lake.
Looking into the depths of the barren desert, his fists were clenched tightly together, his eyes were extremely firm, and with a single step, he walked deeper.
Ouyang Ming and Ji Haoran moved at the same time, which seemed to be fighting each other.
He Jian's shoes sank into the yellow sand, one foot was high and the other was low, and he also stepped in.
Jiang Yingrong looked at the backs of the four of them, and twitched the hair beside her ears. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and a feeling of uneasiness appeared in her mind, as if a great crisis was about to envelop her. This feeling is extremely mysterious and difficult to describe in words. She frowned, thinking to herself, what's going on? Is something going wrong?
As the four of them walked further and further away, the space was squeezed from all directions, and the pressure on their shoulders was increasing. Even the yellow sand on the ground disappeared, leaving only black flames.
Ji Haoran spat out a mouthful of white mist, as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders.
The spiritual energy within a foot of the body was crushed by the squeezed air, turning into countless small bubbles. There was persistence and passion in his eyes, without stopping, he stepped out quickly, squeezing his own potential, and the blood surged in his body. Now there is only one thought in his mind, farther, I want to go further...I want to see what is hidden in the deepest part.
This journey is regarded by him as a cultivation of the heart.
Ouyang Ming followed not far behind him, washed himself with spiritual power, forced the blood out of the pores, and dyed the white clothes red, which looked shocking and miserable, just to confuse Ji Haoran and create a perfect The timing of the shot.
Yes, it is creation. Since this kind of opportunity does not exist, create it yourself.
Ouyang Ming had a faint expectation in his heart. If Ji Haoran knew that he had been tricked by him from the very beginning, he didn't know what kind of expression he would show, but he could be sure that it would be very exciting.
The distance between Burial Sword and the two of them has been shortened a bit. Although he is a Daoist, he is really at a disadvantage without the Desolation Order.
As for He Jian, he is still not in a hurry, making people unable to see the depth. After filling the foundation, his strength is half a chip better than Daozi. After all, no Daozi can block the Venerable's three moves with his own strength .
Even Ouyang Ming couldn't do it, after all, his current cultivation level was too far from the Venerable's.
Daoyi's spear can block one move with a big avalanche, and the voice of gods and demons with Dacheng can block half a move.
At this moment, a roar came from the depths of the barren desert. It was hard to tell what it was. Every cell in the person who heard it screamed. The pressure in the flame increased at an incredible speed, and an invisible The storm swept away, distorting the surrounding nothingness.
Ji Haoran's face was pale, his whole body shook, and there was a sweetness in his throat.
There was a monstrous domineering arrogance in this roaring sound. If he was the master of this world, he came down with a bang, making everyone who heard him submit.
At this time, Ji Hao Ran Daozi's strength was undoubtedly revealed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, a rune on his body lit up, and the powerful physical strength erupted, and he took another step, directly blasting away the sound. ...
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