Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1006: Telling a story
The black flames are extremely hot, and the temperature is so high that the yellow sand will melt.
Ouyang Ming didn't know that the huge crisis was slowly approaching, stepping on the flames, walking to the depths of the barren desert, his clothes were soaked with sweat. This is what he did deliberately, in order to confuse others, for the crazy idea in his heart, he had to try his best to make a "story" round.
The resistance coming from the depths of the barren desert is getting bigger and bigger, and under the heavy pressure, many high-level spirits are buried in the black flames.
Especially the high-level spirits who have no desolation order, the possibility of falling is more than doubled.
At this moment, the person walking in the forefront of this black flame is surprisingly the Ji family Daozi, Ji Haoran. His steps are extremely steady, and every step he takes, he is considered to be exploring his own way.
Suddenly, he paused and sat cross-legged in the flames, as if waiting for something.
Burial Sword followed not far behind him, breathing heavily, sweat dripping. There is no barren order, even if he is a figure of Daozi level, the consumption is very high, and some can't bear it. Flicking his wrist, he swallowed two pills in succession and began to restore his spiritual power.
This is also a huge advantage for the spiritual world powerhouse after entering the Great Ruins. They have a large number of spiritual pills.
As time went by, Ouyang Ming also caught up. Without a word, he walked up to Funeral Jian, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his breath. His face was slightly pale, and it was obvious to people that it was expensive, and in order to tell the "story" well, he deliberately consumed the aura in his dantian.
"One, two, three..."
The peak of ten or so spiritual beings slowly arrived, sitting cross-legged, and discussing in a low voice.
"Twenty years ago, I heard that there was a peak of a spiritual man who obtained a rejuvenating spiritual fluid here. This time, I wonder if it will spray." A gray-haired peak spiritual man showed his eyes. The color of anticipation, his aura was rotten, almost half of his body was buried in the loess, and then he entered the barren desert. He wants to take a chance. If he can obtain a spiritual thing that continues his vitality, he will still have a chance to ask Dao to become a respected person, and even if he doesn't get it, he has a clear conscience in this life.
"Well, this spring can’t spew out any good treasures. It’s a pity that with my cultivation base, I can only go here. If you go further, there is a high chance of falling, and there is no chance to go. Go in front of the next spiritual spring. In front, only Daozi can enter." The peak of another spiritual person echoed softly.
He Jian is slow, but his steps are very steady. Every step is like a heavy cone slamming into the yellow sand.
He is steady and steady as a mountain. Although he is not fast, he seems to be able to reach the end of the horizon.
At this time, looking at Ouyang Ming’s back, a look of doubt flashed across his eyes, and he said inwardly, judging from the speed at which Brother Yu entered the black flames, he shouldn’t consume so much aura here. How can this be done? thing?
He Jian doesn't know, this is Ouyang Ming telling the story, and the person listening to the story is Ji Haoran. Everything that is shown now is what he hopes to see. The purpose is to minimize his defensive heart, taking the opportunity to make a shocking blow to kill him.
Jiang Yingrong also arrived, with sweat stains on his face, breathing heavily.
walked slowly to He Jian, sat cross-legged, hugged Yuan Shouichi, and adjusted his Qi.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere. Wherever it passed, all the black flames spun around, spreading their teeth and claws, like a dragon hovering upward, drawing the flames into the sky. The flames got higher and higher, and countless flames quickly collapsed and shrank toward the center, becoming bigger and bigger, turning into a majestic cyclone.
The yellow sand jittered up and down rhythmically, like an invisible giant drawing a circle on the sand.
In just an instant, two concentric circles with different radii appeared on the yellow sand, emitting a cloud of blue energy.
"Boom..." There was a loud and earth-shattering noise. At the same time as the sound echoed, countless precious lights dispersed, and various spiritual things flew out of the yellow sand. There were white orbs exuding majestic fluctuations, and there were whole bodies. There are more than twenty kinds of white sword pills, blood-stained bodies of strong men, and blood-red treasure mirrors.
And there are only a dozen Peak Spirits here, and everyone can grab at least one of them.
Ouyang Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and took a sliding step at the white orb that exuded majestic fluctuations.
Ji Haoran sneered, agitated with spiritual power, and the void condensed matter turned into five dark fingers. He held the orb in the palm of his hand and squeezed it hard, directly causing the orb to collapse.
"You're looking for death!" Ouyang Ming's face became cold, and he changed his position in the air forcibly, with one punch and one kick, one kick and one kick, and he came to Ji Haoran. But at this moment, the white armor condensed with spiritual power on Ouyang Ming's body actually showed signs of collapse. He glared at Ji Haoran viciously, quickly adjusted his aura, hugged Yuan Shouyi, mobilized the spiritual power in his dantian, and poured in. Among the armor, this stopped the tendency of the armor to collapse.
The cost of fighting in the black flames is very high, because it not only has to resist the pressure from the squeeze of the space, but also prevent the armor from collapsing, so even a Daozi first-level figure will not be in the flames. Will do it easily.
Ji Haoran waved his hand noncommitantly, with a calm face, as if nothing had happened. He didn't know, he was slowly walking into the game designed by Ouyang Ming. As long as he believed in his heart that Ouyang Ming would not dare to do anything in this flame, when Ouyang Ming broke out with a desperate blow, the crisis he faced would be stronger.
Ouyang Ming has been waiting for the opportunity, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, very patient, in order to kill with one blow. He knew in his heart that at this time Ji Haoran's body was not using enough spiritual energy. At this time, he could not be foolproof. In addition, in order not to arouse Ji Haoran's suspicion, he deliberately consumed a lot of spiritual energy, showing a very Tired look.
Ouyang Ming’s face is as cold as frost, but his heart is full of joy. He secretly said that the time, the right place, and the harmony of people are all three of them. How can you avoid this disaster? But the aura on his body is extremely violent, it seems that as long as there is a disagreement, he will act desperately.
He Jian was behind the two of them, he caught this scene in his eyes, the doubts in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he whispered: "This...it doesn't make sense!" The voice just came out, and it blended into the sound of the wind. , Such as crying like weeping.
Jiang Yingrong grabbed a silver comb made of spirit wood. The brilliance was radiant and the body was exquisite. He stepped out in one step and fell from the air to He Jian's side.
Hearing this, the corner of his mouth was slightly upwards, and he secretly transmitted the voice: "Senior, what makes no sense?"
He Jian looked thoughtful, shook his head slightly, and deliberately looked away.
After ten breaths of time, the heaven and the earth returned to peace. All of these treasures spewed from the yellow sand had their owners. The faces of the practitioners who received the spiritual things were filled with joy. Obviously, they were quite 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 of life for the peak master of Absolute Sword Peak, but he had been in the ruins for several months, but he didn’t even get the root hair, which made him feel a little discouraged and even more bitter. And unwilling.
opened his mouth and sucked in two big breaths, which calmed the heart lake.
looked into the depths of the deserted desert, clenched his fists, squeezed tightly together, his eyes were very firm, and he moved deeper with a move.
Ouyang Ming and Ji Haoran moved at the same time, which meant that they were fighting each other.
He Jian's shoes plunged into yellow sand, one foot high and the other low, and he stepped in.
Jiang Yingrong looked at the back of the four of them, and lifted the blue silk in her ears. Suddenly, her heart jumped, and a feeling of anxiety appeared in her mind, as if a great crisis was coming. This feeling is so mysterious that it is difficult to describe in words. She frowned and said in her heart, what's going on? Is something going to happen?
As the four of them went farther and farther, the space squeezed from all directions, the pressure on the shoulders increased, and even the yellow sand on the ground disappeared, leaving only the black flames.
Ji Haoran spit out a mouthful of white mist, like a mountain on his shoulders.
The aura within one foot of the body was crushed by the squeezed air and turned into countless small bubbles. Perseverance and enthusiasm appeared in his eyes, without stopping, he stepped out quickly, squeezing his own potential, and blood surged in his body. There is only one thought in his mind now, farther, I want to go further...I want to see what is hidden deepest.
This part of was regarded 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. It looked shocking and very miserable, just to confuse Ji Haoran and create Give a perfect timing.
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 would have been calculated by himself from the beginning ~IndoMTL.com~, he didn't know what kind of expression he would show, but it must be very exciting.
The distance between Burial Sword and the two of them has been stretched farther. Although he is a Taoist, he has no barrenness order, which is really a disadvantage.
As for He Jian, he is still in a hurry, making people unable to see the depths. After filling the foundation, his strength is more than half the battle compared with Daozi. After all, no Daozi can block Zun with his own strength. Three strokes.
Not even Ouyang Ming, after all, his current cultivation base is too far away from the Venerable.
One shot can block one move with a big avalanche, and the sound of the gods and demons that urge Dacheng can block half of the move.
Just then, a roar came from the depths of the deserted desert, and I couldn’t tell what the sound was. Every cell in the listener screamed, and the pressure in the flame increased at an incredible speed. , An invisible storm swept away, distorting the surrounding nothingness.
Ji Haoran's face was pale, she was shocked, and there was sweetness in her throat.
There was a monstrous domineering sound in this roar, such as the master of this world, it was crushed, and everyone who heard it had to succumb.
At this time, Ji Haoran Daozi's strength was undoubtedly revealed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, a rune on his body lit up, and the powerful physical power exploded, taking another step and directly blasting the voice away. ...
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