Chapter 641 No Regrets

"boom……"

Intense, an indescribably huge force suddenly spread from the handprint, rushing towards the top of the tree.

This force is so powerful, as if at this moment, the power of the entire small world is gathered here. Under the surging aura, Da Huang and the other three spirit beasts immediately sat down on the ground, as if there was something extremely terrifying on their heads that was firmly suppressing them.

But that incomparable force went straight to the sky, especially at the top of the tree, a huge mushroom cloud suddenly boiled up, rushed straight into the sky, and scattered in midair, creating a devastating explosion heat wave.

However, the heat wave didn't really spread out. When the heat wave spread to the edge of the oasis in the void, it became low-key and orderly, and sank little by little, as if bound by some force. But when those heat waves that were so powerful that they could scorch the spirit beasts swept down, they stopped abruptly halfway, because the heat waves couldn't break through the blockade of dense leaves at all, and could only dissipate slowly in midair.

Rhubarb and the other three spirit beasts had personally experienced this accident, and they all looked at Ouyang Ming with suspicion.

Rhubarb, in particular, stared round his eyes. When did Xiao Mingzi possess such enormous power...

However, at this moment, Ouyang Ming also had piercing eyes. He slowly withdrew his hands, and the same unbelievable look flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he raised his head, let out a long breath, and said, "You're exaggerating."

The fiery aura was indeed shocking, but Ouyang Ming understood that this was not his own power, and this kind of power was definitely not something he could release in an instant.

This huge and destructive power is actually the power that has been suppressed for thousands of years erupted by the sycamore tree man after the inscription was successful.

Of course, during these two months, Ouyang Ming didn't waste his time in vain, he also gained a lot.

Burning hard every moment is actually equivalent to practicing without any pause. If it was someone else, or another occasion, even Ouyang Ming couldn't do it.

Humans must still need to recuperate, not to mention the continuous burning without hesitating strength, even if Ouyang Ming is really an iron man, he can't hold on.

But the sycamore tree is clearly prepared. Whenever Ouyang Ming consumes a third of his strength and energy, it will take out a fruit from his body. The condensed fairy liquid introduced is average, and it has played an unparalleled magical effect. Sweeping away the fatigue slowly accumulated on Ouyang Ming's body, it also restored his spiritual power and made him full of energy.

It was precisely because of such strong logistics that Ou Yangming was able to put aside all his worries. After burning for two consecutive months, he finally burned through the tough and ugly bark.

Moreover, Ouyang Ming himself also gained huge benefits.

After continuous use and replenishment, his sea of ​​consciousness unexpectedly more than doubled in size, and at this moment, sensing his own power and the power of the sycamore wood exploding in the air, he had a mysterious experience.

Not only the pure spiritual power has been greatly improved, it has taken a step forward and reached the level of the middle-level spirit, and more importantly,

He has a stronger understanding of manipulating this power.

The figure on the bark flashed out again, but at this moment, the figure not only expressed strong joy, but also had a special respect for Ouyang Ming.

"Master, the little old man was overjoyed for a while. However, the little old man waited so hard for tens of thousands of years before finally waiting for your arrival. I really can't help it."

Ouyang Ming shook his head slightly. After leaving the imprint, there was indeed an additional layer of mysterious connection between him and the sycamore tree, allowing him to understand the mood of the sycamore tree. He even has a feeling that as long as he is willing, he can even easily browse through the deep and thick memory of sycamore wood. However, Ouyang Ming was not so reckless, it was an unknown number of thousands of years of memory, with his current cultivation base and realm, if he touched it easily, the influx of memories might burst it alive.

Looking deeply at the figure on the bark, Ou Yangming asked slowly: "You, don't you regret it?"

"Regret?" The figure on the tree said with a smile: "Master is worrying too much. The little old man finally got a chance. How could he regret it?"

"Hey, with my current strength, it's impossible to help you with anything. But if an adult phoenix comes here, it will definitely give you a completely reborn phoenix."

After connecting with each other's imprints, Ouyang Ming already had a vague understanding of why it did this. This was a kind of mysterious realization after the exchange.

Wutongmu sighed, and said: "The master is too worried. Don't say that our Wutong family doesn't have the right to choose. Even if the little old man has such thoughts, God knows how long it will take to see an adult." It paused, and said bluntly: "The little old man has been waiting for tens of thousands of years, and he really can't wait any longer."

Ouyang Ming smiled slightly and said, "It's fine if you don't regret it."

Although he has yet to find the whereabouts of the little red bird, in fact, even if the little red bird appears here, it is more suitable than him to leave a mark.

After pondering for a moment, Ouyang Ming said: "You continue to practice here, I'm going out to practice."

"Yes, master." Wutongmu said loudly: "I look forward to master's cultivation success as soon as possible, and return to the nest to build a nest."

The muscles on Ouyang Ming's face twitched violently. These words really expressed Wutongmu's greatest wish. If there is a real phoenix here, naturally there will be no problem. But, as a human, it does sound oddly weird and harsh.

His gaze flickered, and he fell on Fat Sheep and the Giant Silver Ridge Leopard.

The two spirit beasts met Ouyang Ming's gaze, and immediately knelt down in the most direct manner, as if throwing themselves to the ground.

"I've seen you, sir." Both of their bodies were trembling slightly.

Before, they only regarded Ouyang Ming as a human being with extraordinary talents. But after going through this incident, no matter how stupid a guy is, he can guess Ouyang Ming's "true identity". And when they thought of this identity, it was difficult for them to show any backbone in front of Ouyang Ming.

Ouyang Ming smiled wryly, cursing inwardly, the real identity of Laozi is not what you think, Laozi is a real human being.

However, in front of the sycamore wood, let's save a little bit.

"You two, just stay here." Ouyang Ming thought for a while, and said: "The cultivation environment and resources here should be hundreds of times better than those in Wanshou Ridge. If you strive to advance as soon as possible, you may still be able to help me. help."

Although the two spirit beasts are only elementary, they are already top-notch existences in the lower realm. However, after arriving in the spirit world, they really don't seem to have much effect, and if they follow Ouyang Ming's side, they may even be suspected of being a drag. So, after finding a safe place, Ouyang Ming thought about putting them down. Moreover, Ouyang Ming didn't want them to reveal their "true identities", so staying here was undoubtedly the best choice.

The Fat Sheep and the Giant Silver Ridge Leopard looked at each other, and said cautiously, "I obey, my lord."

As long as they can form a bond with Ouyang Ming, they will be satisfied. As for disobeying Lord Ouyang Ming's order at this moment, they simply did not dare to have such a rebellious idea.

Ouyang Ming nodded slightly, and said, "Wutong, please take care of them two."

"Yes, master, please rest assured, I will provide them with cultivation resources, so that they can advance as soon as possible, so as not to lose your face." Indus wood hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Master, in fact, I have a lot of cultivation resources here. , you can practice slowly here."

Ouyang Ming chuckled, and said, "It's better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. What's more, there are things outside that I don't care about, so I can't retreat here for the time being."

Wutongmu didn't dare to persuade anymore, so he had to say: "Yes, since the master is unwilling, then take some things and go."

Ou Yangming laughed dumbfounded, and said: "I have already brought enough things, and I am very relieved to leave the rest with you." He waved to Da Huang, and said, "Send us out."

The sycamore tree responded respectfully, and suddenly two wicker sticks appeared in the void to wrap around their bodies.

Suddenly, a strange energy fluctuation swayed around them, so the scenery they saw had a huge and unimaginable change.

However, all these changes have never affected them. With the full protection of the sycamore wood, this little fluctuation in space cannot have a strong impact on them at all.

"call……"

As if in the blink of an eye, when Ouyang Ming and Da Huang settled down, they realized that they had left the oasis, crossed the plain, and came straight to the entrance of the secret realm.

One person and one dog looked at each other in horror.

This sycamore wood's ability to control space is really powerful to the point of inconceivable.

"Xiao Mingzi, we can actually cultivate here." Da Huang said with some reluctance: "The spirit world is still quite dangerous."

Ouyang Ming smiled wryly, and said, "Da Huang, they should have also come to the spirit world, but there is no news of them, how can you make me feel at ease."

"Yes, they should have come to the spirit world, but why don't the nine sects know anything about it?" Rhubarb asked suspiciously.

Ouyang Ming spread his hands and said, "I don't know, but I will definitely investigate and find out."

His words are full of unswerving taste, the Doraemon, they will not really disappear mysteriously. If so, he would definitely find the little red bird and ask what it was doing.

Their figures flickered, and they finally left the secret realm.

And behind them, the huge oasis was slowly swaying according to a fixed frequency, and the proud sound of the sycamore tree resounded throughout the secret realm.

"It's time, it's time, it's time, haha..."

Set a small goal first, such as 1 second to remember: Shukeju mobile version reading URL: