Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 977: Surprise
The cool breeze hits, rolling up Ouyang Ming's sleeves.
he rubbed his chin, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, and said: "It's really strange, the big market is really too big, you can encounter everything."
"Yes, in this cursed world, the hidden secrets are just like the bones buried in it, endless." He Jian's face is like an old tree bark, squeezed together, his face is full of compassion. color.
Ouyang Ming didn't answer, and took a few instant steps, stepping onto the terrace. His current breath is not the slightest difference from the natives in the big ruins, and no one cares at all. And most of the monks on the terrace held their breath, tempering the aura in the dantian.
What's more, in recent years, there have been many outside monks who have entered the big market, and it can even be described by many. These indigenous people have long been familiar with them.
Ouyang Ming glanced around, he already had a scrutiny in his heart, and said in his heart that there are only three high-level spirits here, and there are only dozens of intermediate-level spirits.
At this moment, a female voice echoed in Ouyang Ming's ear: "Huh, I can't help myself. The last time I met my eldest brother and I, I have already recovered a life, so I dare to come over to fight for good luck!"
Ouyang Ming's eyebrows were slightly furrowed together, and when he looked over, it was the Fang-age woman she had met before, but she didn't take it to heart, the low-level spirit person, the ants, who had a lot of breath.
Seeing Ouyang Ming's "Don't dare" answer, the contempt in Kao Xinyue's eyes was even worse, the corner of her mouth raised, she moved her beautiful eyes away, and looked at the black mist that was gradually rolling over.
Severe Severe and Severe Xinyue stood side by side, and there was a hint of dislike in the eyes, but they didn't say much.
Suddenly, the black mist rolled like boiling water.
In the depths of the Heiwu Mountain, a huge spring is looming, spraying a ten-foot-high black mist, rolling up the sky in circles, and then falling from the sky.
At the same time, ten terraces measuring tens of meters in size appeared in the dark fog!
One, two, more and more... Finally, ten terraces composed of terraces were formed, which stretched towards the depths of the black mist like a curved snake.
He Jian's eyes lit up, and he said, "Brother Yu, step on the terrace, go deep into the black mist, and then jump over the spring, you can leave the black mist mountain!" As he said, he gently stroked his beard , But there was a deep doubt in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ouyang Ming asked him in a low voice when he saw him like this.
"I don't know, but I always feel unsure." He Jian's face sank, like a piece of dead tree bark.
Neither of them moved, but just watched quietly!
Countless sounds of breaking through the air sounded through, and various colors of escape light started to rise in the sky.
"Go away!" The harsh palm slapped in the air, and the palm wind was fierce, because the speed was too fast, and the sound of rolling thunder was horrified.
In vain, a silver arc condensed out of thin air, like a dragon, blasting away at the black mist corpse in front of him, wherever they passed, these countless corpses were all turned into pieces of flesh and fell into the black mist.
Then, he patted the space bag.
took out the one-foot-high bow, sat down on the horse, and waved arrows in his hands.
Ten arrow feathers transformed from spiritual energy are condensed out of thin air, drawing ten blood-colored arcs, and shooting them out in one shot.
This is a continuous arrow, one arrow is faster than one arrow, under the stack of strength, heavier and heavier, bigger and bigger, without any skills, it is simply a drop of ten times.
harsh and elegant figure, full of unspeakable beauty, like a warrior on the tip of a knife, walking among the black mist corpse.
Ouyang Ming turned his gaze back, and laughed at himself: "No wonder I look down on you and me because I have the ability to do it."
"Is there any ability to compare to Brother Yu?" His voice was flat and he smiled softly.
Ouyang Ming was speechless, with a helpless smile on his face, not knowing how to answer the conversation.
waited and watched for another quarter of an hour. When he saw that there was no change, He Jian touched his chin and said softly: "Brother Yu, I should be worried. Go ahead, don’t take this opportunity, you have to wait again. It's March, and you can only pass by stepping on the terrace. After all, there is a strong corrosive atmosphere in this black mist, and under the sage, it will die if you touch it. Moreover, in the sky, it is impossible to fly with spiritual power, too Weird to the extreme."
As soon as 's voice fell, he stepped out.
Every step can be seen clearly, but the speed is fast to the extreme. This sense of contradiction and unity is dazzling. After looking at it a few more times, even the mind will be sucked into it.
Although he is only a peak spiritual person, but in terms of his mental state cultivation base, ordinary venerables may really be inferior to him. After all, He Jian has experienced too many ups and downs in his life, and he has seen too many warm and cold feelings.
Ouyang Ming's speed is not much slower than him, since the last time he enlightened in Jianfeng.
There is a faint feeling of floating in the mind, which is a precursor to the flight of the flesh.
"Boom..." With a loud noise, Heiwu Mountain suddenly turned into a whirlpool composed of fog.
The pitch-black mist rapidly rotates in one direction, and dense black arcs are generated in the vortex, intertwined into a net.
The force of suction came out of the whirlpool, stirring up nothingness. If you really want to describe it, it's like a giant with a height of thousands of feet, holding a mountain in his hand, constantly stirring the mist in the Black Mist Mountain.
The weight of countless souls sinks, and their feet are rooted on the terrace.
"Ah! I don't want to die, who can save me!" A beginner spiritual man with scars on his face clings to the terrace with his hands, half of his body is floating in the air, his clothes are hunting, his hair is messy, his face is It was full of horror, and after only two breaths, he was sucked into it by the whirlpool.
The moment I just came into contact with the black fog, a poisonous insect that was hard to see with the naked eye flew out of the black fog.
drilled into his body along the pores and seven orifices. If this scene is seen by a person with intensive phobia, I am afraid that the hair and hair will be erected instantly, because this poisonous insect is endless.
After only a breath, the scarred monk screamed sharply, as if he had experienced the most painful thing in the world, his face twisted savagely.
Bright red vines sprang from the pores, mouth, tongue, top of the head, and even above the eyeballs. In an instant, his body was covered with blood-colored vines, densely packed, but he still did not die, even, Sober like never before. He felt countless vines squirming in his body, blood vessels, meridians, and even the brain. He couldn't even self-destruct his dantian. He could only "watch" himself being swallowed bit by bit.
Then, flower buds bloomed from the vine.
The buds are radiant and radiant, with a faint fragrance.
Suddenly, the flower bud was in full bloom, swaying in the wind, fascinating and beautiful, and the fragrance of this sweet fragrance was instantly rich to the extreme.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming's heart is frizzy and a little crippled.
glanced at the back, "cocked" in his heart, and made a look at He Jian.
He Jian looked back, with a wry smile on his face.
Finally, the vitality of the monk with scars on his face dissipated completely.
The fascinating and beautiful flowers on his body quickly shattered, turning into a blue halo, like a dream, blending into the whirlpool.
The monk has only a pile of dry bones left, some of which are yellow, as if they have been dead for decades, directly falling into the mist.
one, two, three...
More and more novice cultivators of the Spirit were sucked into the black mist and turned into a pile of dry bones.
And because these monks melted into the black fog, the fog became thicker and thicker, and there was even a feeling of submerging the terrace.
"This...what the **** is this?" An aristocratic disciple in a gray gown looked terrified. He only felt frightened. He glanced towards the back and felt his head buzzing, and immediately screamed. He screamed, "Where is the rear...the terrace behind?" His eyes were full of madness. After all, the strange scene before had scared him. That kind of death is the real life better than death. .
Until then, everyone realized that the back terrace had disappeared.
In other words, they have no way out.
The panic spread rapidly, and more and more monks were drawn into the whirlpool by the huge suction.
Ouyang Ming stabilized his figure with bitterness on his face, and asked: "Senior Ho, what is this...what the **** is going on?"
He Jian closed his eyes, and the memory rolled in his mind like a tide. After a while, he lifted his head up, looked at Ouyang Ming, shook his head, and said, "Brother Yu, I have never been in this situation. Heard!" His voice was indifferent, but there was a sense of horror in his mind. He only felt that his heart was throbbing, as if there was something extremely terrifying in the black mist.
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On the front terrace, three high-level spiritual men stood side by side, their eyes gloomy.
"Brother Xu, what can I do?" As he said, he looked at the big monk beside him with a big axe.
"Brother Wen, I don’t know if I am here! I have come to Heiwu Mountain dozens of times to find treasures, and this is the first time I have encountered this situation." The man gave a wry smile and plunged the giant axe into the terrace to resist the whirlpool. The suction that came out of it, clothes and hair floated in the direction of the vortex, and my heart was already filled with fear.
The whirlpool turns faster and faster, and the erupting suction is getting stronger and stronger, which seems to be able to pull the human soul into it.
"Well, it's a death sooner or later, it's better to take a fight!" The high-ranking spirit next to the man snarled, his eyes showing crazy.
's voice fell, and he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, spouting a big mouthful of blood, his body inflated like a balloon, turned into a **** light, and shot out. But just flying into the air, countless green vines twined around. He surrounded him tightly in an instant, and dragged him into the black mist. Not long after, a screaming scream came out from the black mist, the high-level spirit person-death.
All the cultivators who saw this scene, there was a chill in the bone marrow, spreading to every cell in the body. I was so frightened that even my body trembled. ...
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