Chapter 1007: The Voice of Gods and Demons

Spiritual power, sand and stones are burning blazingly, and the flames are soaring into the sky, seeming to be able to burn everything in this world. Especially the domineering roar, with a roar, a strong wind was set off, and the wind helped the fire, making the burning black flames even more terrifying to an indescribable degree.

Ouyang Ming's face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and he took a heavy step forward. There was a thunderous sound from his body. Under the huge pressure, his bones were all squeezed towards his heart, and his figure was all short, but His gaze was extremely persistent. After taking this step, he was closer to Ji Haoran, only a dozen feet, but he still didn't make a move. His patience was better than that of a lone wolf in the wilderness.

If you don't move, you're done, and if you move, you're looking for a one-hit kill, and you will never give Ji Haoran a chance to breathe.

"What—"

This roar was even louder, with a dominance that could overturn the world, it would make people bend their backs and make them submit.

Ji Haoran only felt his head sinking, and he was dazed, as if being stabbed in the head by thousands of thin needles at the same time, a burst of severe pain hit him, his feet swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

Zangjian's internal organs were all displaced, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out, but his gaze was more determined and persistent.

He Jian also staggered, secretly adjusted his energy, and stabilized his posture.

"Opportunity!" Ouyang Ming suddenly popped the word in his mind, his center of gravity sank to his legs, and he leaned forward, as if he couldn't bear the pressure and fell down.

At the moment when his body and the ground formed an angle of 60 degrees, his legs straightened suddenly, and he stomped hard on the ground, like a Kunpeng with its wings spread out to catch food. His eyes were extremely sharp, and he rushed towards Ji Haoran. The white armor made of aura outside the body swayed violently, like a meteorite suddenly dropping ten thousand catties on a calm lake, and the waves caused by it can be imagined.

In just an instant, the white armor was covered with dense cracks, which might collapse at any time.

Ji Haoran was shocked at first, and then showed a look of ridicule, he dared to do something in the depths of the black flames, it was simply stupid! His reaction was not slow at all, he communicated with his dantian first, and stabilized the aura armor on his body, at the same time, he slid and stepped back to the side. He believes that unless this person has the idea of ​​dying together, he will definitely stop the offensive and stabilize the aura armor first.

This black flame, as long as the Venerable is contaminated, even if he is not dead, he will have to peel off his skin, not to mention that he is only a spirit.

"Crack!" The voice was very soft, and it was blown away by the wind as soon as it came out, but Ji Haoran is a figure of the first level of Daozi, and he has already stepped into the realm of harmony between man and nature and meticulous attention to detail. Nothing could escape his perception. He was certain in his heart that Ouyang Ming would stop attacking, adjust his Qi mechanism, and stabilize his spiritual armor. Sure enough, the daring guy paused, and an imperceptible look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he poured spiritual power into his armor. At this moment, Ouyang Ming was still telling stories.

Just when Ji Haoran's defense was at its lowest level, a voice with murderous intent rumbled.

"Wei Nian Jue, the voice of gods and demons!"

Immediately afterwards, the aura armor on Ouyang Ming's body was completely shattered, and the roars of countless gods and demons resounded. A shadow of a god and demon emerged, and the shadow was covered with blood, as if stepped out of hell. The surrounding space kept vibrating, and even the burning black flame was stopped for a moment against common sense. One, two, three, countless ways. These shadows of gods and demons have different expressions and hideous faces, but they all have one thing in common,

That's the awe-inspiring aura, as if it had corroded the black flame.

Ouyang Ming raised his hand to slap, and the shadows of gods and demons rushed towards Ji Haoran like countless blood lights.

If this trick was only to this extent, Ou Yangming would not use it at such a critical moment.

The most frightening thing is that the gods and demons roared at the same time, and a domineering intention slowly emerged from the shadow. Suddenly, these shadows of gods and demons gathered their breath at the same time, their throats moved, and a strange voice spit out from their mouths, this is the voice of gods and demons. Where the sound passed, a shocking tearing force was produced, blasting away the flames and resistance in front at the same time.

It's like countless gods and demons performing the only thought formula at the same time, and all of them have reached the point of small success.

Seeing this scene, even Ji Haoran was stunned. There was only one thought in his mind, is this kid crazy? He... isn't he afraid of death?

At the same time, a monstrous crisis emerged in his mind. The intensity of this crisis has reached an unprecedented level. If he is not careful, his soul will be scattered and turned into ashes.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his handsome face twisted, his figure was nimble, and he stepped back sideways. But this attack was too fast, it came in an instant, and it was pulled by Qi, so it was impossible to avoid it. What drove him crazy was that just as Ouyang Ming was about to be swallowed by black flames, wisps of white flames emerged from his skin, hair, and pores at the same time. He raised his hand and shouted in a cold voice: "Coagulate!" The burning black flames He spun quickly and turned into a lifelike fire lotus, appearing at his feet, supporting his body, every time he took a step, a black lotus suddenly appeared on the sole of his feet, and a lotus grew every step of the way. At this moment, he was like a king in fire.

"You tricked me!" Ji Haoran roared angrily with a ferocious face.

It was at this moment that an extremely strong tearing force enveloped him.

His heart trembled, every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, and even every cell in his body screamed, as if he fell into the Nine Nether Cold Pool, four large characters involuntarily appeared in his mind, I can't stop it!

It was too late to say, but it was too soon, he didn't have time to think about this kind of life and death.

The atavistic blood in Ji Haoran's body burned up, and a shadow of a blood dragon was reflected in his eyes, and a blood dragon's head condensed out of thin air. The head was blood red and full of evil spirits, but the eyes were tightly closed. That's not enough, Ji Haoran spit out two mouthfuls of blood in a row, with a voice like weeping, and said: "The members of my Blood Dragon Ji family, use fifty years of life as a sacrifice, and use the power of the totem to fight for our clan. kill!"

Under this blow, the spiritual energy in his dantian was exhausted, and even the color was somewhat dim.

As soon as the voice fell, the blood dragon's head opened its eyes, opened its mouth, and said coldly: "Kill——"

It slammed forward, but it only held on for a breath, and the blood dragon's head completely collapsed under the tearing force.

After all, Ji Haoran's dantian consumed too much spiritual power before, and it was done in a hurry. This blow didn't even have 60% of his usual strength. How could he stop Ouyang Ming's long-prepared blow?

"Death!" Ouyang Ming's eyes were cold, he put his left palm and right palm together, raised them to his chest, and pushed them out violently, the condensed shadow of god and demon exploded again, directly surrounded Ji Haoran, and roared at the same time, After the blow, Ji Haoran was directly forced into a near-death situation.

Ouyang Ming clenched the blood gun Longtu and started to charge. The opponent was a person of the first level of Daozi. Even if he had an absolute advantage, he did not dare to take it lightly.

Pain appeared on Ji Haoran's face, and he took a deep look at Ouyang Ming. The aura armor on his body began to shatter, and he thought to himself, that is the only way to use it, or I will die.

This is his biggest hole card, the full blow of the blood dragon family venerable. He originally thought that this trick would be useless when he met a practitioner of the same generation, but he never thought that he would be forced to death by a practitioner who was one level lower than him.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were full of madness.

A spell slipped out of the sleeve. The color of the spell was a bit like a yellowed ancient scroll, dark and faint, but with a wave that made people palpitate.

With a flick of Ji Haoran's finger, the talisman split an inch-long hole, forcing a bit of spiritual power into it. Immediately, the spell ignited, bursting out a knife light, the knife intent rolled, one knife was faster than one knife, and one knife was faster than one knife, just like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, the tide rolled up sand and gravel, getting higher and heavier, the knife light Concentrating in vain, he slashed away at the shadow of the demon god.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming thought it was a pity to himself, and quickly stepped back. This was His Holiness' full blow, and he could only dodge it temporarily.

"Crack!" The phantom of the god and demon persisted for four breaths before slowly collapsing, and that wisp of saber intent gradually faded.

Taking advantage of the time gained by this blow, Ji Haoran's potential exploded, burning the atavistic blood, spewing out a large mouthful of blood, and using the blood escape to escape.

This speed was too fast, like a bloody lightning that stirred up a prairie fire, Ou Yangming couldn't stop it even if he wanted to.

All of this is a long story, but it actually happened between lightning and flint. From Ouyang Ming's sneak attack, using the voice of gods and demons, to Ji Haoran's use of life-saving means, fighting with his life, fighting for a glimmer of life in a desperate situation, the total time did not exceed two breaths. But every moment there was an undercurrent, hidden murderous intent, and it was because Ji Haoran was determined, resolute and ruthless, and the venerable protected him with a full blow, otherwise, Ji Haoran, the Taoist son of the Ji family, would have been beheaded by Ouyang Ming. under the gun.

The black flame was like a mischievous fire elf, constantly dancing on Ouyang Ming's fingertips.

Form a black wall of fire to block all the pressure from all around, and spread the meaning of flattery. The fire of the phoenix is ​​the emperor of fire.

Ouyang Ming looked at the direction where Ji Haoran was going away, snorted coldly, and said, "Next time, I will get back the blood of returning to the ancestors."

He Jian looked at Ouyang Ming's slightly weak back, and sighed secretly, what is this kind of flame? When he was in Heiwu Mountain, he stepped on the flames like a god. Before, lotuses grew at every step. His pupils shrank slightly, and the awe in his heart became more and more intense. The more he came into contact with Ouyang Ming, the more fear he felt. It seemed that this was a man born with knowledge, and no difficulties or dangers could stop him.

At the moment before, it even pushed a Taoist-level character into a desperate situation.

He thought for a while, secretly thought, can I block the previous blow? The answer is at a loss, deeply at a loss.

Even he didn't know if he could stop it. This didn't mean that Ouyang Ming's cultivation level had caught up with He Jian's, but that Ouyang Ming was in the flames, just like a tiger returning to the mountain or a real dragon entering the sea. The advantage of the environment is too great. big. ...

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