Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1010: Surprise
The twilight drum sound is as graceful as fairy music, shaking the soul, and when it echoes in all directions, it sets off an invisible wave of air.
And the old woman who was trapped by the ancient dragon shield, heard the sound of twilight drum, her eyes were horrified. The skin and the jagged bone spurs began to rot and collapsed downwards, like snowflakes falling into the magma, countless dense black smoke from the pores, and the body quickly melted. She just turned into the resentment in the black stone tablet, and she couldn't resist it at all. Just insisting on counting the breath, it disappeared completely, leaving no trace.
It seems that everything that has appeared before is the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water.
This twilight drum sound seemed to carry an indescribable magical power. When Ouyang Ming heard it, the distracting thoughts in his mind instantly dissipated and turned into an ethereal and mysterious state.
This state lasted for ten breaths, and every cell in Ouyang Ming's body relaxed.
At this time, a memory poured back into Ouyang Ming's spiritual world.
In an instant, Ouyang Ming's spiritual world fell into chaos and mist, and white mist drifted everywhere.
The thought keeps floating towards the sky, and the Buddha turned into a thin leaf in the stream. As the river rolls and rises, I can see all the world's conditions and see the vicissitudes of the world. The more it drifts, the more it drifts. Far.
Suddenly, he felt his eyes light up, and then, a picture he had never seen before appeared before him.
The earth was devastated and wrecked, and a strong smell of blood permeated the air. The blood pooled together, staining the soil red, sinking continuously, like a large **** swamp.
The desolate north wind whizzed in, and feather-like snowflakes fell from the sky and spread layer by layer to the ground, dividing the sky into countless mottled small fragments. But this snowflake is not white, but blood-colored, like blood, crimson. And beyond that scarlet earth, you can see a huge city standing tall, swept away by pressure. And in the center of this city, there is an altar that is ten feet high. The material is very ordinary, but there is a kind of unspeakable sacredness.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Ming knew in his heart that this was the Seven-Star Altar, and seeing this scene himself was the memory of inheritance engraved in Mugu.
But what is going on with this big city around? Why are there no traces left? He is like a passer-by in the rest of time and space, a phantom, watching all this quietly, unable to change the slightest.
Ouyang Ming saw that above the altar, an old man with a vicissitudes of face was sitting cross-legged. He was dressed in an animal robe, his face was engraved with brown spots and wrinkles, his eyes were like the vast sea, like the vast starry sky, a kind of Taoist charm appeared on him, which made people feel at ease. This feeling was similar to the feeling that Master Ku Rong gave him, but it was more profound.
Not far behind him, there is a bottle of twilight drum, carved with the traces of the years.
Under the altar, there were countless people kneeling down and spreading to the outside of the city. These people are old and young, the power of their blood is burning, and their eyes are full of pious colors, and they are faintly mad. It seems that as long as the old man says a word, they will give their lives without hesitation. There was silence all around, and only the whimpering wind remained. The people on the altar seemed to be waiting for something. The old man in the beast robes above the altar looked towards the sky.
at this time, "Kera, Kara..."
There was a tingling sound from all directions. The dense and sharp, densely packed aliens suddenly appeared, giving the impression of passing through the wormhole. At least there were tens of thousands of aliens. The breath was powerful and vibrating. nothingness.
The old man in the beast robe sighed softly, and said: "Oh, the catastrophe has lasted for a hundred years, half of the 36 states of the human race have been lost. The army is retreating steadily, and hope is slim. My Baifeng line uses myself as a bait. With the blood of the whole clan as a seal, I would like to fight a ray of life for the spiritual world. Clan people, the blood burns!" The sound is not loud, but the sound is all righteous and awe-inspiring. For the souls of the spiritual world, they are willing to burn themselves and burn their blood. , Use the power of the whole family to bet on that slim hope.
"Blood burn!" All the people roared at the same time, their voices firm, resounding through the world, and the blood of the Phoenix clan in the body was burning.
Half of the sky is illuminated by this burning light. This is for the sake of justice, for the sake of hope, burning lives, burning longevity, even if it turns into ashes, even if the soul is destroyed, it will not hesitate.
Ouyang Ming's expression darkened, only his nose was sour, and his heart was blocked by a sad mood. Just like the land in front of him, his eyes were devastated, and he murmured softly: "This is righteousness?"
thought of Xu Junqing again, and said in a deep voice: "As a man, you should regard the sky as the chessboard star as your son."
The two pictures kept fusing in his mind. There was light in his eyes, and he whispered: "Heaven and earth are a melting pot, no one can escape. Once the catastrophe comes, all the goodness and hope will be beaten into powder by the catastrophe. There is no resistance. I was too comfortable before. I didn’t want to manage it, and I couldn’t manage it. But for the old craftsman, for the three of them, for the people I cherish, even if I don’t have the ability, I have to try it. ."
The Baifeng clan in front of him used their blood as a seal, which touched Ouyang Ming too much, and directly caused the world of the people of his country to permeate his heart. This time he wanted to give it a try. He wanted to stop the catastrophe. Save the common people all over the world.
Just as Ouyang Ming's thoughts were rolling in his mind, the old man in the beast robe patted the altar with his palm, stood straight, and pushed his dry palm outward, bursting with energy, directly hitting the twilight drum.
A earth-shaking sound resounded and reverberated.
The people of the Baifeng clan under the seven-star altar, the power of blood in their bodies is blazing, and countless white silks emerge from the center of the eyebrows, forming a white mark in the sky. In just a moment, these tribesmen became countless old, their dark hair turned white, their faces were no longer delicate, and the corners of their eyes were wrinkled. Every breath changed, getting older and older, even children, their bodies were full of decadence. .
But their eyes are still firm, even a little hysterical.
An atmosphere of sadness that the warrior will never return, filled Ouyang Ming's heart. His eyes were astringent, his body trembled, his eyes were full of tears, but he could not keep dripping.
The old man in the beast robe also turned into a white light, and his hoarse voice resounded: "My Baifeng clan went to death generously. As long as I can fight for a ray of life for the spirit world human clan, there will be no regrets!"
"No regrets, no regrets!" This voice exploded in Ouyang Ming's mind.
Suddenly, countless white awns quickly entangled and overwhelmed the sky, turning into an invisible imprisonment, shrouded in countless alien races, the space was shattered, revealing a palpitating darkness. The white light shrank in vain, and the ripples that swept across all directions condensed in vain, turning into a dark light and rushing into the stele. All kinds of voices that affect the mind spread, greed, lust, and hatred are presented one by one, but they are still useless. They are directly enclosed in this black stone tablet, turning into a confinement and a shackle.
The remaining white glow burned, turning into a black flame and burning in all directions, wherever it passed, the vitality was wiped out. With this city as the center, within a radius of thousands of miles, all became red.
The memory still doesn't stop, rolling from a distance like a tide.
stimulated Ouyang Ming's nerves. Even if he possessed the unique spiritual world of the Feng clan, he still couldn't hold it. There was a tingling pain in his head, and he gritted his teeth and insisted.
I don’t know how long it took, the mottled memory calmed down.
Ouyang Ming sorted out this long memory in his mind, opened his eyes, and said softly: "The catastrophe was caused by a foreign race. Now time is running out, and the reason why Daxu is called The cursed land is because this is a deserted ancient battlefield, and the cause of the war is unknown." This is the answer he has obtained after analyzing for a long time. How fierce the battle was to blast a continent like this? Does Xu Aoran have anything to do with this war?
He shook his head, more and more doubts in his mind.
After spitting out a suffocating breath, he moved slowly down the altar and bowed his hands heavily, saying: "Everyone is righteous, Ouyang Ming will not forget, nor dare to forget."
immediately turned his head, took a deep look at the black stone monument that was sealed with tens of thousands of foreign races, smiled coldly, pointed his finger to the air, and shouted coldly: "Head, swallow me!" The remnant soul in this stone tablet is not only He was dragged into the illusion at the beginning, and he was the culprit of the Great Tribulation. Now that the Great Tribulation is approaching, it is even more troublesome in the Great Ruins. How could Ouyang Ming let it go?
The voice hasn't fallen yet~IndoMTL.com~ The head flew out directly, and the force of swallowing exploded.
swallowed all the remnants in the stone tablet.
The head and mouth parted slightly, and there was a touch of satisfaction in his eyes. After a black breath, he fell into a deep sleep. This force is too strong, even if it is the head, it will take a long time to refining.
Suddenly, the sudden change protruded, the entire barren desert was shaking, the sand kept sinking, and a rustling sound came out from all corners of the space, like many evil spirits grind their teeth and creak, just Listening to the sound, you can feel the madness.
Even Ouyang Ming, who is in the core of the barren desert, can clearly feel that the sand is sinking, and there is a "cock" in his head, only three words are left: "Something happened!"
didn't hesitate a bit, he galloped away. He didn't know what caused the barren desert to change, but there was a very bad feeling in his mind.
stretched his shoulders apart, and the sound of muffled thunder came from his body, turning into a white pike, passing through the white aperture, and running outward.
As the head swallowed countless alien souls, the pressure from all around mysteriously disappeared. As a result, Ouyang Ming's speed was naturally very fast, like a white arc, flashing quickly, Every step is more than ten feet. ...
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