Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 1097: Women Ministry
was also when Ouyang Ming was talking with Rhubarb, over a blood-colored forest, countless blood qi turned down from above the sky, spinning quickly, condensing together, forming a slender snake-like cyclone.
From a distance, it looks like a long snake standing upside down on the scarlet forest, and even below the cyclone there is a faint red glow. All the spirit beasts that touch this cyclone are the essence of the flesh and bones. The blood and the spiritual energy in the dantian will be instantly sucked up and turned into a corpse, falling on the blood-colored ground under the cyclone. This scene is extremely shocking.
The world was silent, Feng Xinxiao walked forward slowly, stepped on a dead branch on the ground, and suddenly heard a "chuckle" under her feet.
Suddenly, an extremely pure blood rushed from the sky, followed the top of his head, and entered his body.
His eyes are red, and there is nothing but blood in his pupils, like two worlds full of killing. For him, there is no difference, where he is, where is hell, all It is eighteenth floor.
I saw a flash of blood in his eyes, the sky was dyed red in mid-air, the corner of his mouth was squeezed, and he smiled lightly: "The killing spirit of the strongest man in the emperor realm? It is really powerful, I don't know who it is?" Voice one When he fell, he squinted his eyes, and there was a thumping and crisp sound from his body, and sharp and sharp bone spurs grew up and down all over his body, especially the bone spurs that grew from the top of his head, like a bone knife with a handle just soaked in blood.
It took ten full breaths before his eyes opened slowly.
chuckled lightly, and pressed against the cyclone over the blood forest.
In an instant, this slender snake-like cyclone disintegrated, turning into blood mist and slowly dissipating.
Feng Xinxiao's eyes looked far away, and I didn't know what to think of. Suddenly, a frenzied and violent aura swept across all directions with him as the center.
Greed, selfishness, ignorance, desire... all kinds of negative emotions are contained in it. Where this weird aura swept away, countless creatures’ eyes converged, and the blood rushed into their minds, and they fell to the ground with a bang. A wave of blood shattered the quiet sky, wrapped around Feng Xinxiao, and he opened his mouth to swallow it.
Every moment, his comprehension of the law of killing is increasing at an incredible speed, which is the way of killing.
After half a cup of tea, those **** eyes retracted from a distance.
With a thought, he secretly adjusts his Qi machine, gathers Qi and exhales, and the spiritual energy in his chest and abdomen slowly shrinks. Gently spit out a mouthful of blood fog, the blood fog kept spinning, like a deep black hole, rolling up the sky round and round, setting off a **** gust of wind.
plants, beasts, mountains and rocks...
Everything, after being swept by this **** wind, turned into countless gray awns.
, even the spirit beast at the top of the Venerable, can only watch the blood-colored whirlwind approaching him, tearing his body into countless crisscross cracks, like a ceramic cup that has been crushed and forcibly stuck together. After a short while, there was no sound, and the soul flew away. This is the power of the law of killing. Just a thought can make the powerful soul of the suppressing party fly away.
If you say that the law of yin and yang is mysterious and unpredictable.
The law of killing is a ghost and an easy way. Don't dare to be contaminated.
Feng Xinxiao had a happy expression and nodded, apparently extremely satisfied with the result. He looked up to the east and said coldly: "In the beginning, I lost a trick in your hands, and now I want to win it back. Kill you to prove the truth, seek the perfection of the law of killing, dominate the dragon and phoenix clan, and achieve great achievements for the future." At this moment, his ambition hidden deep in his heart grew crazily, from a yellow weed to a green desire. Towering trees with drops.
I don't know how long he has gone, a tribe appeared in his perception.
"Yes, it is the heart of the origin, this small tribe, there is a strong imperial realm?" He lifted the shoulder strap, the blood flashed in his eyes, and licked his lips lightly, that was solid. The killing intent spread out, and the sky was surging, and the blood clouds scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered.
I saw his eyes light up, and a cloud of blood condensed out of thin air, the pressure getting lower and lower.
Above the sky, blood clouds flew up and down, and in just a moment, the whole sky was completely filled with blood.
The color of this blood cloud is a bit deeper than the blood, and there is a strange feeling concealed. It is pressed down layer by layer, becoming thicker and heavier, a pressure that makes people palpitation. Falling majestic from the blood cloud.
Countless thunders roared, and the whole world fell into silence.
"Who is it? Who is it that teased me?" An old man sitting cross-legged under a tree opened his eyes, like a deep starry sky, a force peculiar to the imperial realm swept across all directions. His face solemnly looked at the condensed blood cloud.
"Clan father, what's the matter?" A man in an animal robe walked up to the old man and spoke softly.
"I don't know..." The old man stood up, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that the surrounding tribes are targeting my ministry?" He denied this idea when he just started. This kind of mastery rule can change the celestial phenomena with his own ideas. There are also a few in the heart of the source. The strong, within hundreds of thousands of miles, not even one.
"Then what's going on?" The old man frowned deeply and couldn't understand why.
"Clan father, what should I do now?" The man in the beast robe felt a big mountain on his shoulders, with a worried expression on his face.
The old man rubbed his chin with his old fingers, thought for a moment, and said: "Open the mountain protection formation, you take the tribe, and run away."
"Yes!" The man in the beast robe bowed heavily.
"Escape? Can you escape?" Feng Xinxiao looked playful, raised her hand and pressed it against the void. Under this press, blood-colored thunders blasted down from the thunderclouds, like a pouring rain, and again Dense and urgent, covering the sky and the sun.
, a powerful man in the imperial realm who is called the clan father, flipped his old wrist, and a palm-sized stone statue flew out. It was long in the wind. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a half-human, half-animal monster.
The stone statues are so thick that they give people a feeling of being near a mountain.
Above the earth, countless rune nodes form a circular array, covering the entire tribe.
Feng Xinxiao made a soft voice, the voice was flat, but when I heard the old man’s ears, it was like thunder on a dry land, which directly caused his seven orifices to bleed. In just a moment, the gray robe on his body was soaked with blood, as if from a pool of blood. The fished out is average.
The rainy thunder, but only a hundred breaths, smashed the stone statue to pieces.
The entire tribe has become a Jedi.
one place, two places...
Feng Xinxiao's understanding of the law of killing is getting deeper and deeper.
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The Heart of Origin is extremely mysterious and vast. No one knows what is here and what secrets are hidden.
Here is the most mysterious and unspeakable place in the Great Thousand World. The tribes that can survive in it are extremely powerful, and no matter how powerful it is, there must be a number of imperial powers, otherwise it will never be possible to live and multiply in the heart of the source.
The main theme of this world is , and it won’t change no matter how many tens of thousands of years have passed.
The so-called fairness only exists in the hands of the strong. If you are not strong, then talking about fairness is just a joke.
In the extreme east of the heart of the origin, it is known as the Cape of the Sea and the Cliff of the Sky. Among the countless original hearts of the blessed land, it can also be in the forefront.
The sun is shining and the breeze is blowing the ground, moving the leaves and branches.
In the middle of the three peaks, there is a small village with only a hundred houses, but the houses are much taller than the houses in the ordinary farmyard, which are as high as six or seven feet high. Kind of alternative feeling.
A clear stream runs through the village and spreads far away.
By the side of the stream, a tiger-headed child stared at the stream quietly. He was only six or seven years old, but his stature and broad shoulders were much taller than ordinary humans, especially his eyebrows. A star mark is looming, if you look closely, this dim star mark is exactly the same as the star mark on the eyebrows of the ancient witch clan in the long river.
Suddenly, the boy moved, his body extremely flexible, like a breeze like a sword feather.
raised his hand and grabbed a spirit fish out of the water, pinched it in his hand, his eyes were full of joy, except for the clarity, it was simple and pure to make one's heart trembling.
Suddenly, a voice pretending to be complaining came from the room: "Everything has spirits, I am jealous of Lingxuan, why don't you let the fish go?" This voice is a bit old, but it seems amiable, just listening to the voice, As you can imagine, this must be an old man who is kind-hearted and good-looking, who sees through the vicissitudes of the prosperous world.
Jealousy Lingxuan's eyes rolled around, and he deliberately shook his head~IndoMTL.com~ pretended to say: "Never mind, nothing else, God has a good life, I think you are not easy to practice, this time, I will let you make a living "After speaking, he threw the struggling spirit fish in his hand into the water, wearing straw sandals, and pushing the door into the house cheerfully and lightly.
It was still daytime, but a golden oil lamp was lit in the room. What's more strange is that the flame of this oil lamp was also golden.
Beside the oil lamp, an old man with a gray beard sits on a wooden bench.
holding a bamboo stick in his hand, he shook his figure slightly, and gently picked the wick. The light of the oil lamp suddenly became much brighter. The golden color seemed to be able to dispel the cold and bring light. The figure of the old man was also reflected on the window, swaying constantly. At this moment, the wick made a hissing sound and divided into three. Although the oil lamp was not extinguished, it was dimmed a lot.
The old man's bark-like hands trembled, and he paused in the air.
After ten full breaths, the dangling arm came back, put the bamboo stick down, gently rubbed the eyebrows, and whispered: "The wick is scattered into three petals, a big evil omen, this time, I'm afraid something big will happen..." As he said, the sleeves were rolled, and the six-petaled turtle shell engraved with runes fell, and it kept spinning on the table, and the strange runes on it kept beating.
"The witch man was jealous of evil, and he sacrificed one hundred years of life to spy on the avenue of numerology, enlightenment!"...
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